December 14, 2015, the Great Han Empire...

At this time, the Gulang Grassland had already snowed and the north wind was bleak. The calm Baicao Lake had already formed a thick layer of ice.

Several wild hairy ants were burying their heads in the snow in Baicao Lake looking for something to eat. The hairy ants were naturally alert. While eating dried grass stems and unique snow moss under the snow, the hairy ants raised their heads, opened their eyes wide, and raised their ears, observing the movements in the sky and around them at any time.

Suddenly, there was a strange noise in Baicao Lake not far away. Several Maolings who were eating stopped eating suddenly, raised their heads and stared in the direction where the strange noise came.

"Ka La...", the strange sound suddenly became louder, and it was heard from the Baicao Lake not far away. Several hairy antels quickly turned around and ran without thinking.

With a "boom...", a fist penetrated from under the thick ice surface. The ice surface of more than ten meters radiated suddenly like a spider web. Then a figure, mixed with a splash of water, jumped out from under the ice surface, flew ten feet away, and then stood steadily on the ice surface of Baicao Lake.

Of course, this person is Yan Liqiang!

He stayed in the underground cave for almost half a year, and waited until this morning when he found that the blade-like water flow in the earth river had indeed slowed down today. Then he quickly seized the opportunity, ran out of the earth river, swam into Baicao Lake, blasted the ice surface, and jumped to the shore.

"Hahaha..." Looking at the surrounding environment, Yan Liqiang laughed to the sky, feeling a sense of pleasure of seeing the light again. After tossing with the big leech underground for so long, his body was ragged, his shoes were torn, his clothes were torn, and his whole body was disheveled, like a beggar. Except for the black-scale sword in his hand, he was still intact, almost nothing was intact.

The wet clothes that were still dripping with water drops frost in the blink of an eye in the wind and snow. Yan Liqiang's hair and eyebrows were instantly hung with frost and snowflakes. Just like Santa Claus, for ordinary people, such coldness and bone-blackness are probably unbearable, but for Yan Liqiang, those who advanced to the Wuzong at this moment do not care about this coldness at all. As a cultivator, if you can't even avoid cold and heat, then you can't practice.

After identifying the direction around, Yan Liqiang was in a good mood. When he shook the snowflakes on his body, he rushed directly to the east, like a tiger that had escaped from a cage. Yan Liqiang took several feet in one step, and his body was like lightning, walking on the snow. However, every time his feet landed on the snow surface, he only left a half inch of shallow footprints. While running, he had already stepped on the snow without marks, and his light skills had entered the realm of transformation.

Just after Yan Liqiang ran for dozens of miles, just behind a dirt slope in front of Yan Liqiang at 10 o'clock, a clamor and scream came into Yan Liqiang's ears with the sound of the wind, and there was a faint light of fire coming from that place. Yan Liqiang frowned slightly, changed direction suddenly, and ran towards the dirt slope in the direction of ten o'clock.

After a while, Yan Liqiang came to the earth slope. When he looked around, he saw more than 20 yurts of Shatu people a few hundred meters behind the earth slope. At this moment, a group of cavalry with about 200 people surrounded the circle of Mongolia, waving the scimitar in his hand and galloping on horseback, cutting all the Shatu people who rushed out of the yurt, regardless of men, women, old and young, to the ground.

There were dozens of corpses scattered on the snow outside the yurt, and the bright red blood was scattered on the snow-white snow, which was particularly dazzling. The Shatu people living in the yurts screamed and cried. Every moment, the Shatu people were chopped down or shot to the ground by the cavalry riding on horses.

These more than 20 yurts, including the elderly, women, and children, can accommodate up to seventy or eighty Shatu people, but the number of those cavalrymen is about two hundred, and they are all strong. The strength of the two sides is huge, so when Yan Liqiang rushed to the ground to talk, what he saw was basically a massacre.

Yan Liqiang did not sympathize with the people from the Seventh Tribe of Shatu. However, after seeing the faces of the cavalrymen who were killing the Shatu people, Yan Liqiang was shocked because those cavalrymen were not Shatu people at all.

The cavalrymen were all dark-faced, wearing hideous helmets, and wearing pitch-black armor. They rode on rhinos, with two long and short horns on their heads, but the bodies of the elders were slashing and slashing the Shatu people surrounded by them.

In just a blink of an eye, the Shatu people who rushed out of the tent were cut down to the ground by the cavalry. Only a few Shatu women survived. The cavalry jumped off their mounts. Some laughed and pulled the surviving Shatu women who were struggling and crying into the yurt. Some cut open the corpses of Shatu people on the ground, took off the horn helmets they wore on their heads, and dyed the horns of the horns on their heads red with the blood on the corpse.

After quickly filtering the information in his head, Yan Liqiang immediately guessed who those people were. These cavalry were not Shatu people, but the cavalry of the Capricorn tribe. The mounts of these cavalry of the Capricorn people are the wool rhinoceros unique to the Capricorn tribe.

The Capricorns are a race that is more barbaric and bloody and cruel than the Shatu people, with huge power.

For some reason, the Black Capricorn cavalry appeared on the Gulang Grassland. Could it be that in the past six months of his retreat underground, the Black Capricorn could not help but cross the Qiyun Mountains and stretched out his claws to the Gulang Grassland again? Yan Liqiang thought to himself that if the Black Capricorn people were really involved in the struggle for the Gulang Grassland, this was a major event that changed the situation and would have a far-reaching impact...

Just as Yan Liqiang was standing on the ground, looking at the Capricorn cavalry, one of the Capricorn cavalry had just dug out the heart of the Shatu people on the ground and dyed his horn helmet red. When he turned his head, he suddenly saw Yan Liqiang standing on the hillside not far away. The Capricorn cavalry suddenly pointed at Yan Liqiang and screamed. The Capricorn cavalry who were still outside the tent turned to look at Yan Liqiang one by one.
Chapter completed!