The night gradually deepened.

Most of the warriors of the Xia and Xiangyang clans were immersed in the arms of fine wine and food, and the passionate girl, and they fell asleep in satisfaction.

The stars are dazzling, and they shine silver on the earth.

In the quiet, a core of the Shangzhang clan was still flashing with fire.

"I am very pleased to see the two leaders coming!"

Zhang smiled gloomyly, his eyes lit up.

"The Xia clan has come with an envoy and is about to discover our secrets, so how can we not come?"

Lu is a big fat man with two rat whiskers on his lips. In this era and environment, being able to grow so fat was originally the patent of the powerful.

"This time, I brought the most elite warrior in the clan!"

Kang of Lilou clan sneered: "The Xia clan wants to kill our Water God, and he has already violated a taboo. God will not forgive him..."

"It's all for God!"

Even though there are some small conflicts in normal times, these three leaders rarely share the same hatred of the enemy: "In order to protect this rich land given by God, even if the opponent is Xia, he will not hesitate to fight!"

"War! War!"

The three leaders strode out the door and saw rows of warriors silent under the moonlight, holding bronze spears and bone arrows in their hands, and their eyes seemed to be burning with faint fire.

"The warriors from Xia Kingdom have already drunk a lot of fine wine, and are like pigs and sheep to be slaughtered!"

As the leader, Zhang Zhi held the bronze sword without hesitation: "It is absolutely impossible to kill them at this time!"

"Okay! Go together!"

Kang and Lu both laughed and picked up their weapons.

To be the leader of the ancestors, you must not only have wisdom, but also have force and dare to fight in wartime!

Even Lu dared not violate this point.

Otherwise, how can we be trusted and lead the tribes to survive in this dangerous world?

"Oh... there is clearly a way out, so why should I go and die?"

At this time, the two of them walked out of the darkness next to them.

Xia Qi said with a spear in his hand and sighed.

"It's him!"

Zhang's pupils shrank and he screamed suddenly: "He is Xia's messenger, kill him!"

Regardless of whether the plan is discovered or not, there is no second way to go except to take action!

"kill!"

At this time, the guards of the three clans were all elite soldiers, and the first-class warriors could each have a tiger or leopard, and they could fight against dragons. With a roar, they surrounded them.

"Haha... I am the noble son of Xia Zhimin, with the blood of the gods flowing in my body. How could you be my opponent?"

Xia Qi laughed loudly, shook his spear and rushed into the encirclement like a black dragon.

Hissing!

The spear flew into the sky, the fire tree and silver flowers, and almost every spear is pointed out, a surrounding warrior flew out, and blood sprinkled in the sky.

‘Is this called...acting seriously?’

Fang Yuan saw Xia Qi as one man was at the gate, and ten thousand men could not open up, as if he was unparalleled in the sprint scene, he couldn't help but feel speechless and a little awesome: "In a world, you must abide by the rules of a world. In front of outsiders, Xia Qi is just an envoy after all, and his strength must be explained. If he continues to be out of order or even unscrupulously, he will inevitably be hostile to the world!"

As soon as he thought about this, he became a little restrained.

Even the old Xu Sheng had to be so careful, walking on thin ice. Even though he had recovered his peak strength, what would he be complacent?

"Ah...Where is Yu Xi?"

When Lu saw this scene, he screamed, and a warrior rushed out and rushed towards Xia Qi.

Xia Qi raised his spear and stabbed him, and his gun was like a dragon. Yu Xi was not good at avoiding him, and he was oppressed like a hill.

clang!

The spear stabbed him, and suddenly made a muffled sound. Then the spear bent into an amazing arc and exploded without hesitation.

"Inseparable from swords and guns? The magical powers of body refining? Are you a witch?!"

Xia Qi was a little surprised and looked at Lu Yukang again: "You dare to collude with the witch people, which is another serious crime!"

"Hmph! The rules of Daxia are not in our hands!"

Seeing this scene, Kang twitched his eyes and clapped his hands. The two priests behind him stepped forward, and the yellow and green patterns appeared on their bodies.

Boom!

The ground shook and several earth walls emerged.

Immediately, another vine broke through the ground, with black barbs on the surface, tangling towards Xia Qi like a giant python.

"Supernatural powers? Bloodline magic?"

Xia Qi held a bronze dagger in his hand and danced, full of black light, protecting his whole body: "Yuan, take action!"

"kill!"

Fang Yuan roared and entered the battle formation. He grabbed a warrior with his right hand, and directly used it as a human hammer. He swung it violently, and screamed suddenly.

"Zhang...don't leave!"

He saw the direction where the three leaders were and immediately launched a sprint.

"Why did another one come?"

Seeing Fang Yuanshen blocking the killing god, Buddha blocking the killing Buddha, and thousands of troops coming and going freely, the leader Zhang three were shocked and their hands and feet were cold.

Such a person is almost an enemy of thousands of people. There is occasionally one in the large tribe who is like a god or a leader, or he is simply a leader!

There were two people in a small group of messengers, which was very abnormal.

"Maybe the Xia tribe had discovered something wrong long ago, and the army was on the way?"

Kang Hushou exclaimed.

"It's useless to say these things at this time... the High Priest!"

Zhang looked at Fang Yuan and Xia Qi, his face dark.

"The leader... with my current strength, I can only deal with one!"

The high priest of the Shangzhang clan had gray hair, wrinkles on his face, and thousands of ravines, his hair almost fell out, and his palms were like chicken feet. He looked like seventy or eighty years old. Among this ancestor tribe, it was incredible.

"Just him!"

Zhang pointed at Fang Yuan.

"Hehe..."

The high priest laughed strangely, revealing his sparse teeth, and then took out a straw man, facing Fang Yuan, muttering something.

A trace of black air emerged and gathered on the grass man, causing the grass man to move, as if he was coated with a layer of color, and his face and body were faintly close to Fang Yuan.

‘Hmm? This is...a little breath from me? Is the curse in witchcraft? Interesting!’

Fang Yuan deliberately slowed down his movements and let the priest use evil magic. He immediately saw the priest swaying his limbs like a storm. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and a white light appeared and hit his shadow.

‘Insincere?’

Fang Yuan was a little surprised, and then he felt his body stiffen.

"Kill him!"

The surrounding warriors were greatly inspired and surrounded them again.

"court death!"

Fang Yuan laughed loudly, and the bronze sword in his hand suddenly flashed with fire. Several swords were swung out, and the five or six warriors who were besieging him were immediately scattered all over the ground.

"This person... is so strong!"

The high priest said in surprise, and took out another iron nail, bite it through the tip of his tongue, quenched it with blood, and stabbed it hard on the grass man.

Buzz!

In the void, an invisible force gathered, and a strong curse gathered, instantly attacking Fang Yuan and sank into his eyebrows.

Outside the real dream.

Black runes emerged from the void, as if they wanted to immerse themselves in the boundary membrane and invade the dream.

But the eight-gate sword formation roared, evolved into wind, thunder, water and fire. The powerful sword energy swept away, directly eliminating these black symbols into invisible.

‘What is this? The Seven Arrow Book of Nail Heads? Unfortunately… The true spirit of the dream master is in the real dream, with a whole space guarding...’

Fang Yuan sneered in his heart and looked at the high priest.

"Ah...why are you okay?"
To be continued...