The Patriarch of the Nine Dragons

Ula tribe north.

On a small desert hillside.

On the backs of the two horses, there are two figures, one old and one young. Although the old figure looks old, it has an unmatched aura, as if it is going to rise into the sky, like a peerless spear.

As for the small one, he was a little fat man. His round and fat face looked a bit simple and honest. He looked at the battle unfolding over there, but he couldn't see too much emotion.

If Yun laughed here, he would recognize that this round-faced little fat man was the Ling Wan he had known in the Yuhu Sect of Qianlong Continent, a life-and-death brother with an extremely simple mind.

But at this moment, Lingwan's face was still round and plump, but it looked like a wind and sand.

If it were the Lingpill back then, I'm afraid that as early as the moment I saw the Black Wind Horse Thief Group, I could not help but save people.

It's just that in the past two years, Lingwan followed the teacher beside him, tossing about in the desert, and he was used to seeing too many tribes living and dying, and he was already able to stay awake.

There are nomads in the desert, and there are many ferocious horse thieves. Almost every day, tribes rise and some tribes are destroyed by horse thieves. He can't manage it even if he wants to.

As for the person next to Lingwan, he is famous in the entire Liyuan Realm. He is known as the Great Desert Gunjue. He is one of the five unique human beings.

The reason why Lingwan was accepted as his direct disciple was because the gunjue itself was a natural gas.

And across the entire continent, it is definitely not so easy to find a suitable congenital Hunyuan-gas inheritance.

This is the good fortune of Lingwan, and it is also an opportunity to shoot the pill, so in the past two years, the time spent on Ling pill is no less than the time that the ancestor Xuanhe spent on Yunwei.

Gun Jue had no children and daughters in his life, as if he had cultivated Lingwan as his own son. However, the strict father gave birth to a dutiful son. Although he loved Lingwan very much, he did not relax in his cultivation.

In the first battle of the spear fame that year, it was in the North Desert Ten Thousands Formation that he rushed out with a superb sharp spear, laying the foundation for one of his five unique human beings.

This is related to the Hunyuan Yiqi of Qiang Jue itself, so he has always wanted to cultivate Ling Wan into a peerless figure like himself.

It's a pity that the spirit pill when he first came to Liyuan Realm had the talent, but the spirit was extremely insufficient.

Ling Wan, who had been following Yun Xiao before, didn't need to worry about anything by himself, and he didn't need him to charge in front. In many cases, Yun Xiao arranged everything, and he only needed to execute it.

However, after arriving at Liyuan Realm and being rejected as a direct disciple by the gun, Lingwan suddenly found that he had another way, that is, to move forward courageously.

This is the unique domineering style of Gunjue. Even if he was trapped in the formation of tens of thousands of people back then, he never took a step back, and finally killed a **** path.

In the past two years, Gunjue hasn't done anything, but he has been fighting on the desert with the Reiki pill. When he sees the Arima thieves bullying the tribes, he will let the Reiki pill fight.

Once, when Lingwan had just broken through to the first-grade **** emperor, there was a strong man at the top of the first-grade **** emperor hidden in a horse thieves group, and almost made the spirit pill capsized in the gutter.

In the end, Lingwan relied on the strength of Hun Yuan Yiqi, and fought with that horse thief leader abruptly.

During this period, the gun has never been shot, and it seems that even if the Lingwan is killed, he will not shot.

In fact, how could Gunjue watch his precious disciple being killed, he just wanted to stimulate Lingwan's potential.

Under his secret care, it really reached the last moment, and only a breath was needed to make the leader of the horse thief kill instantly.

After that life-and-death battle, Lingwan's personality has also changed a lot. He knows that everything can only depend on himself, and sometimes even a teacher who values ​​himself extremely can't be trusted.

After nearly two years of experience, today's Lingwan is already a powerhouse at the top of the second-grade **** emperor, and has long been bearish on the life and death of the desert tribe, and this is exactly the kind of aura that Gun Jue wants.

"Teacher, can you make a move?"

Ling Wan looked at the four strong God Emperors who had already handed over there, turning his head blankly and asked.

Although he has become a little colder than before, he will still try his best if he has a chance to save the innocent people over there.

"Go, don't underestimate anyone!"

Gun Jue nodded slightly, and a faint light flashed in his eyes. It was only when Lingwan rushed towards the tribe below with his horse and whip, he glanced vaguely in several directions.

"A group of chickens and dogs, also want to ambush my gunshot disciples?"

Lingwan didn't hear this voice, and the gun definitely didn't make much movement. Instead, after a sneer, he murmured: "Well, just let you guys help my disciple break through to the third rank **** emperor!"

The spirit pill, who had already rushed out, naturally did not know some potential things, let alone that it was his own disaster, and it was also an opportunity to break through.

…………

boom!

A loud noise came from the Wula tribe. It turned out that it was the deputy chief who had just broken through to the first-grade **** emperor, and was directly hit in the chest by the deputy commander of the Black Wind Regiment.

If it hadn't been for the deputy chief to wear a treasure armor inside, maybe his internal organs would have to be split out, shocked him in a cold sweat, and even some internal injuries were blasted by this force.

"Huh? This baby is good!"

Did not receive the effect he expected, the deputy head of the Black Wind Regiment was not angry and rejoiced.

You must know that the sword he had just left was not left in his hand, and the treasure in his hand was also a semi-sacred weapon, so that it would not hurt the other party. One can imagine how precious the treasure is.

"Second brother!"

The chief Saula here has feelings, caring about her second brother's injury, and can't help being a little distracted, but his opponent is the black wind of the second-tier **** emperor.

"At this time, dare you to be distracted?"

Seeing this, the black wind sneered again, and the black knife in his hand had already slashed towards Saula's neck.

He believed that as long as the chief of this Ula tribe was killed, the women and wealth in it would all belong to him.

"It's over!"

Saura, who had recovered, felt the power contained in the opponent's sword, and her heart felt cold.

He knew that he couldn't catch it anyway, and the Ula tribe was finished with this knife.

laugh!

However, at this moment, a strong sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded, not only making Saula's heart move, but also shocking the black wind over there.

Because at this moment, a ray of light suddenly lit up from behind Heifeng, and then a figure rushed behind Heifeng with a thunderous force.

Everyone was attracted by the sound of the breaking wind. When they turned their heads to look, they suddenly saw a chubby figure holding a long spear. The tip of the spear was piercing towards the heart of the black wind.

Heifeng was also shocked, but he reacted very quickly, sensing the power contained in the long spear, he knew that he could not hard-wire it, he could only move his body a few feet horizontally at this critical moment. .

Huh!

It's a pity that although the speed of the black wind is fast, the spear behind is faster. Although he avoided the key points of the heart, he did not completely avoid it. When a soft sound came out, blood was suddenly splashed.

Everyone could see clearly that the spear was directly nailed into the right shoulder of Heifeng, and then passed out from the front, finally nailing the leader of the horse thief group of the second-rank **** emperor to a block of the Ula tribe. Above the earth wall.

The sudden change stunned everyone.

The deputy commander, who was about to take advantage of the victory, changed his face greatly, and no longer had the mind to kill people for treasure, but returned to the horse thieves camp in a panic.

Hundreds of horse thieves were upset and uneasy, but they didn't retreat. If the owner of the spear just had a personal grudge with Black Wind, they might not be angry with them.

Compared to the horse thiefs of the Black Wind Horse Thief Group, the people of the Ulla tribe, including the two chiefs brothers, were all overjoyed after the shock.

To be able to look forward to such a savior at such a desperate moment, for the Ula tribe, it is simply a gift of rebirth.

Whether or not the young man had a private grudge with Black Wind, he ultimately saved the entire Ula tribe.

"Hey, the second-grade **** emperor, is this just what?"

Lingwan curled his mouth, and then slowly drew out his spear, which made the black wind finally reluctantly turn his head, seeing what the enemy who seriously injured him looked like.

Lingwan's age is a bit younger than Yunxiao. Although he has been weathered for more than a year, his body shape hasn't changed much, and he still looks like that little fat man.

If you didn't have the amazing shot before, maybe you saw such a fat man in other places, no one would pay too much attention.

What kind of strong would a young man in his early twenties be?

But now, if anyone regards that little fat man as an ordinary person, I am afraid that the horse thieves of these horse thieves will slap him with big ears.

Can an ordinary person nail the black wind of the Second-Rank God Emperor to the wall with a single shot?

Even if the little fat man made a sneak attack, but the second-rank Shenhuang Heifeng's reaction was not slow, so he still couldn't completely avoid it.

From this point of view, the strength of this little fat man would definitely not be under the black wind, and he might even be a third-tier **** emperor.

For a while, neither the Black Wind Horse Thief Group nor the Ula tribe spoke.

"Who the **** is your excellency? I ask myself that I haven't offended you?"

Hei Feng slowly gasped for a few rough breaths, tapped a few times on his right shoulder, stopped the blood spurting wildly, and then asked in a deep voice, if you know he Hei Feng, but there is also a backstage.

"Do you still need a reason to kill? Then I ask you, has the Ulla tribe ever offended you?"

Lingwan curled his lips. In fact, he knew that the black wind horse thieves were innocent. There were no one thousand or 800 innocent people who died at the hands of the black wind over the years, and those people may not have hatred against the black wind.