In the Blade

The grassland Khan has been feeling uneasy these days.

His war game is still going on. In the name of "for a warmer land", the soldiers' front line has been moving further and further south - the only flaw is that the small Southern Chen court has not been able to organize any effective resistance until now, and no one has come out to fight against him.

Without an opponent, even the war seems so boring.

Originally, in the eyes of the grassland Khan, the war should be magnificent, with both sides of the army forming formations, the soldiers fighting bloody battles, the game of courage, and the competition of wisdom... But now?

Except for marching, there is still marching.

There are no enemies, no opponents, no resistance, and no fighting. The soldiers just walked and sang songs, and they finished the war.

For those grassland warriors, this might be a good thing, or even the best thing. After all, fighting means death, so it is better to avoid death. But for the grassland Khan himself, this is not a good thing. You have to know that this is a war.

How can there be no death in war?

But no matter how much he complains, opponents are not so easy to find. Just like in martial arts, it is not easy to find a good opponent, and in this environment full of martial arts monkeys, it is even more difficult to find a few people who understand the joy of war.

"Hey, monkey."

Gritting his teeth, the grassland Khan continued his practice today.

As he said before, if he wants the monkeys to obey his rules, he must become the strongest monkey himself. Only in this way can he press the heads of other monkeys into the chessboard and force them to play this war game with him.

As for the way he trained himself...

"Hah!"

He carried a hundred-year-old giant tree several dozen feet long on his shoulders. He transformed the heavy trunk into a golden-winged roc and waved it as easily as swinging a stick.

Such a grand scene naturally attracted everyone's attention. Even though the grassland leaders had different thoughts, they still felt a little fear and trepidation when they saw the figure holding the giant tree in the air, mixed with a little worship as if facing a god.

This is not something that humans can do, not even monsters can do. You know, most monsters that have been transformed by evil spirits are probably not as big as that huge log.

But such a thing, in the hands of the grassland Khan, is as light as a branch.

"Hey!"

Accompanied by a dull sound of air, the huge log was thrown high into the air.

And then, a stream of light shot straight into the sky.

That is the spiritual totem of the grassland people and the belief of all grassland people. The three-pronged spear called Sulu Ding seems so sacred at this moment.

In fact, there are many similar spears among the grassland people. After all, weapons can be made into any shape that the blacksmith wants, and they are all called Sulu Ding. There is no difference between them. But once Sulu Ding is mentioned, only this big spear will be remembered, only the one in the hands of the grassland Khan.

Just because it is the strongest.

"Buzz--"

The spear blade passed, and the huge log split into two pieces in the air.

It is hard to imagine how a spear as thin as a toothpick compared to the huge log can split the log neatly, but this impossible thing appeared in front of everyone.

Perhaps, this is strength.

The strong can always do what others can't do.

"Too light, try something heavier next time."

The grassland Khan who fell back to the ground had already turned back into a human. He looked calm and didn't even sweat.

But this level, for him, can't even be considered training.

But this is the best training method he can find.

If he wants to increase the intensity, he will have to fight with a strong man, but recently he also heard news from the south that the Southern Chen Taizu who was hidden in the imperial mausoleum disappeared after all-the monkey with tyrannical power died, which is naturally a good thing for him, but after the monkey died... where can he find an opponent?

"It's difficult... difficult."

The grassland Khan couldn't help but sigh.

For him now, it is really difficult to find an equal opponent. At present, the only one who can fight against him in the world is probably the phoenix that once defeated him-the golden-winged roc and the immortal fire phoenix. Who is the real king who dominates the sky? This matter must have a result.

But the previous failures told him that he had to become stronger to defeat the monster-like phoenix.

But the question is, how can he become stronger?

It seems that things have gone back to the past. He still needs an opponent of equal strength. A good opponent is the best whetstone. Under this sharpening, he can become stronger and become more...

"Huh?"

The grassland Khan, who was about to return to the big tent for breakfast, frowned slightly.

He seemed to have seen the figure of a phoenix just now.

But he seemed to have seen it wrong, because there was basically nothing else in the clear sky at the moment - but with his current strength, there should be no such thing as "seeing it wrong".

No, he was not wrong.

Just because the phoenix did not appear in mid-air.

Instead, it exploded on the ground.

"Boom--"

The phoenix shadow burning with black flames suddenly exploded on the ground, and just a sweep of the tail burned hundreds of grassland soldiers to ashes-but this little life was obviously not enough to fill the appetite of the phoenix bird. At this moment, the phoenix shadow turned around and rushed towards the direction of the grassland Khan!

"You... still dare to come?"

Even though he knew he would not be able to defeat the enemy, the grassland Khan still turned into a golden-winged roc and picked up the three-pronged spear.

Indeed, he might not be able to win, but he never lacked the courage to fight for his life!

It was at this time that he saw his opponent.

It was a big knife engraved with the black bird pattern, and the person holding the big knife.

He didn't know that person.

"Who are you?"

The grassland Khan frowned. He didn't know why this stranger suddenly came to the grassland army and started a killing spree.

Could it be that there are still experts in the Southern Chen?

"It doesn't matter who I am."

In front of the grassland Khan, the seemingly ordinary man just smiled.

Then, he stretched out his hand and pressed the grassland Khan's shoulder.

"The important thing is that you are really useful, this is enough."

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