These three black swords were so fast that they seemed to be traveling through space in a way that the people of the Wushen tribe could not understand. They appeared in front of the flying magic weapon of the Wushen tribe in an instant.

The huge boat on which the Crow God Tribe was located suddenly stopped in mid-air. Thousands of eyes instantly focused on the three black swords. At this moment, the two sides seemed to be facing each other, motionless in mid-air.

There was purple rain falling all around, a life-killing wind howling, and the cold air was overwhelming, but this cold air was insignificant compared to the murderous intent of both sides at the moment.

The moment they saw these three black swords, the eyes of the people of the Wushen tribe immediately shrank. Nearly ten thousand people all stood up. After experiencing too many wars, the Wushen tribe had long been accustomed to life and death. In an instant, the evil spirit exploded.

A series of cold eyes were focused on the three black swords.

No one spoke, and there was no noise. There was just a dead silence and the earth-shattering evil energy that seemed to be able to affect the wind and clouds!

No matter which tribe the visitor is from, if he appears in such an unexpected way, his intentions must be bad!

Almost at the same time that the evil aura of the Wushen tribe was aroused, the eyes of the seven or eight thousand Yuntian tribe warriors on the three black swords suddenly showed a sharp light, and everyone was like an unsheathed sword.

The sharp sword, at this moment, murderous intent rose into the sky.

Swirling the wind and clouds, distorting the nothingness, these eight thousand war troops were like eight thousand sharp swords. At this moment, as their murderous intent spread, black sword marks suddenly appeared on their eyebrows, flashing

While moving, the special totem power is revealed.

In terms of momentum, both tribes are evenly matched!

One is the great subordinate of the Spirit-Slaying Ancestor in the West Desert. The Zhan Clan is famous throughout the West Desert. Although it is one of the thirteen tribes affiliated with Yuntian, in terms of combat power. Even the main tribe of Yun Cong is very tough on the Zhan Clan.

Recognize.

The other one has fought in the sky for a long time, experienced life and death, and produced the Crow God tribe that has transformed again and again. They have survived a hundred battles and have become iron-blooded!

At this moment, both tribes instantly felt the strength of the other. The 8,000 people from the Zhan clan, a tribe affiliated with Yuntian, accounted for nearly 80% of the entire tribe. At this moment, they clearly saw something from the Wushen tribe.

A fighting spirit that is rare among other tribes.

"This Wushen tribe, as a whole, has such a will, and the evil spirit has almost become substantive!"

"Such a tribe can only be seen among the elite tribesmen in most tribes. I didn't expect that the Wushen tribe would be so powerful!" The two middle-aged men next to Zhou Dekun from the Zhan tribe saw the Wushen tribe.

At the same time as the God tribe, they felt the strength from the Wushen tribe, and they all looked solemn.

Not only them. All the members of the Zhan tribe felt the similarities with themselves from the members of the Wushen tribe at this moment.

Cold-blooded, cruel, and silent, these words can describe both the Wushen tribe and the War clan!

Similarly, in the eyes of the people of the Wushen tribe, the appearance of the Zhan clan is very different from all the enemies they have encountered before. A pressure envelopes them, but under this pressure. The people of the Wushen tribe,

But he burst out with a stronger fighting spirit.

There are currently thirteen Nascent Soul monks in the Wushen tribe, except for the five Ou Yunzi from the previous Eight Meridians Alliance. In more than half a year, several wars have made the Wushen tribe stronger.

Thirteen Nascent Soul monks, two in the late Nascent Soul stage, five in the middle Nascent Soul stage, and six in the early Nascent Soul stage. With such a team, the Wushen Alliance is close to the mid-sized peak tribe and most of the non-spiritual slayers.

between.

The Nascent Soul monks of the Zhan Clan were also fully focused at this moment. The strength of the Crow God Tribe was beyond their previous expectations. They knew clearly that this battle... would be extremely tragic.

There was deathly silence all around. The tribes on both sides stared at each other, and the evil auras collided invisiblely, causing auras from all directions to go crazy. Just when the two sides... were on the verge of breaking out, Meng Hao looked weird and looked at Zhou Dekun on the black sword in the middle.

Zhou Dekun also opened his eyes wide and looked at Meng Hao blankly.

There was a distance of hundreds of feet between the two of them. You looked at me and I looked at you, and then both of them smiled bitterly.

"Kill!" The high priest of the War Clan beside Zhou Dekun did not notice the glances between Zhou Dekun and Meng Hao. When the atmosphere was extremely oppressive, he suddenly spoke, and as soon as his voice came out, he immediately broke the dead silence here.

But just as the clan members of the Zhan clan and the Wushen clan behind him were about to fight with all their strength amid this low roar, Zhou Dekun jumped up suddenly and slapped the clan war high priest on the head.

"Shut up, did I ask you to start a war?"

"You all stop, damn it, the leader has an order, and I have been persuaded to surrender to the leader in this battle. I haven't spoken yet, who asked you to kill me!" Zhou Dekun was furious and roared, all the clan members of the Zhan clan looked at him with cold eyes.

At this critical moment, when murderous intent broke out, their gazes seemed to tear everything apart. Zhou Dekun was shocked, but his eyes quickly widened.

"Don't listen?" Zhou Dekun's voice was cold.

The high priest of the Zhan clan suddenly raised his head, almost angry with embarrassment. Although the slap on the head had no magic power, in front of the clan, it felt like a humiliation. But thinking of Zhou Dekun's identity, the prince of the Zhan clan next to him

He took a step forward, looked at the clansmen around him, and snorted coldly. Immediately, the clan members of the Zhan clan retreated in silence one by one.

"Master Zhou, please tell me." The middle-aged man, the Duke of the Zhan Clan, also had anger in his heart, but he couldn't express it too much. He looked a little ugly at the moment and spoke slowly.

At the same time, at the moment when the Zhan clan was about to take action, all the people in the Wushen tribe were ready to attack. However, unlike the Zhan clan, Meng Hao did not speak. The people of the Wushen tribe,

I will never take action.

This point also caught the attention of the Zhan Clan's clan chief and the high priest. They were startled and looked at each other, both seeing each other's solemnity.

Such a war tribe, they know how terrifying it is.

Meng Hao stood up and walked out in a flash. His appearance immediately aroused the war clan's vigilance. Zhou Dekun snorted coldly, his expression still arrogant, and then stepped out of the black sword and walked towards Meng Hao.

The two of them headed straight into the sky above, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into black dots.

In mid-air, the two tribes were staring at each other with murderous intent, but they did not take action against each other.

In the sky, Meng Hao and Zhou Dekun had become black spots in the view of both tribes. After confirming that the tribe below could not hear their conversation, Meng Hao smiled bitterly, looked at Zhou Dekun, and bowed with his fists clasped.

"Senior Brother Zhou, after so many years of separation, his style remains the same..." Meng Hao joked.

"Ahem..." Zhou Dekun looked embarrassed and even more emotional as he looked at Meng Hao.

"It's hard to see each other in one glance. You and I, brothers and sisters, parted ways in the Southern Territory back then, but we didn't expect to meet again here." There was a sigh in Zhou Dekun's words, and his expression was filled with memories.

Meng Hao also sighed softly, and couldn't help but recall the past in his mind. Many years ago, the two of them went to Qingluo Sect together. On the way back, they met the Motu monk. The two could only separate and escape, but they didn't expect that

, that farewell, we met again, already in Motu, we met again, but it was in this land of the Western Desert.

"Mo Tu Shi, that alchemist was you, right?" Zhou Dekun looked at Meng Hao and said with a wry smile. He later realized that the only person he could think of who could be so powerful in alchemy was Meng Hao.

Especially when he thought that Meng Hao had always made concessions in Motu Holy Snow City in order to preserve his reputation in Motu, Zhou Dekun was very grateful for this. This gratitude was integrated with the friendship back then and turned into a feeling after a long separation.

of kindness.

It can be said that in this land of the Western Desert, Meng Hao in front of him is his only relative.

Meng Hao looked at Zhou Dekun. He thought of Nanyu, his master, Chu Yuyan, everyone in the Ziyun Sect, and Nanyu Li's close friends, the little fat man, and Chen Fan.

And...Xu Qing.

The faces of these people appeared in Meng Hao's mind, not blurry, but more clear, until Meng Hao realized clearly that he... was homesick.

The Zhao country where Ke's family is located has disappeared, and only the southern region is left.

The two sighed and talked a lot, sometimes smiling, sometimes getting excited, and sometimes reminiscing about the past together. Meng Hao no longer had this feeling, and so did Zhou Dekun.

They talked about their experiences with each other. Zhou Dekun was very surprised by Meng Hao and felt that it was like a unique journey. Similarly, Meng Hao also felt that his experience with Zhou Dekun was like a legend.

"The Alchemy Elder of the Yuntian Main Department... his status is comparable to that of a priest. He is a very powerful person in the Yuntian Department... Senior Brother Zhou, I admire you, I admire you." Meng Hao listened to Zhou Dekun's introduction and said with a smile.

Zhou Dekun laughed and became more and more proud.

Unknowingly, two hours have passed. The two of them were reminiscing about old times here, but the two tribes in the mid-air below were locked in a confrontation for two hours.

The Crow God tribe is better off. Meng Hao is their totem ancestor. All of them are absolutely fanatical about Meng Hao. It doesn't matter no matter how long they wait.

But the Zhan clan was different. In the silence at this moment, the clan leader and the high priest looked at each other, and they both saw the suspicion in each other's expressions. When they raised their heads, they looked at the black spots in the sky. They couldn't figure out what Zhou Dekun was.

What kind of persuasion is going on? The persuasion will last for two hours, and it will be dark...

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