The Imperial City Longcheng wiped away his snot and tears, came to Xiao Wuwu's side, and asked suspiciously: "Gongzi Xiao, that Bai Ze ghost minion, not Bai Ze ancestor"

Bai Ze's ghost slave will easily let Xiao go, and there are no worries. No matter what you think, it's impossible.

"That's good. I defeated that ghost slave. From today onwards, the Shura Sword Sect no longer has Bai Ze ancestors. Xiao Wuyou said with a smile.

"Fight and run...... Jade Dragon City's first feeling is that Xiao Wuyou is lying, because with Xiao Wuyou's power, the possibility of defeating the only white Zegui slave is basically zero, but it seems that apart from this explanation, there is no reason for Xiao Wuyou to appear here intact.

Although it is ridiculous, after watching the miracle of Xiao Wuyou a few times, I feel that this miracle may be exaggerated. However, it is not surprising that this happened to Xiao Wuyou. In an instant, Jade Dragon City's mind became active. He asked tentatively, "Now the Shura Sword School ......?"

Xiao Wu has Bai Ze to fight away the ghost slave, and his son's identity will naturally become the second leader of the Bai Ze family. In fact, the Shura Sword School can be said to have fallen into the hands of Xiao Wuyou, because Bai Huanting learned about the situation from Dragon City. In this way, his status did not decrease, but increased a lot compared to when he was in Jingyue Temple before.

Xiao Wuyou naturally knew what Yulong City was thinking. He gave the other a blank look. Before Xiao Wuyou could speak, he smiled behind him and said, "Haha, if Xiao Wuyou intends to take over the Shula Sword Sect, it would be even better." "Don't you think about it anymore?"

In front of Yulong City, there are three characters, one is Bai Huanting, the other two are middle-aged men, and the other is the clothes of a young woman, and Bai Huanting's shadow can be vaguely seen on her face, which is not the point. Jade Dragon City could obviously feel a terrible smell on the other two people, and this smell, he only had one identity person who could feel that identity, and that was exclusivity.

The Shura Sword Sect was the only person who had known Yulong City for a long time, and the only one of the seven heroes of the Southern Wasteland who was basically familiar with him. Now, the two people who seem to have nothing to do with Xiao Wuwu make Jade Dragon City's heart feel that the story of Bai Ze's ghost slave may be the result of these two people alone.

Xiao Wuyou turned around, bowed, and said, "I have seen my uncle and aunt, and I am not suitable to be in charge of such a large Shula swordsmanship sect. ”

"Uncle and aunt?" Jade Dragon City was confused, but when the middle-aged man opened his mouth, he was shocked to know the identity of the other party.

"Haha, why didn't you call your father-in-law before?" Now it's time to call me. Isn't my piano music worthy of you?" said the middle-aged man with a thoughtful smile.

Bai Zeqin is Bai Huanting's real name. It allows Xiao Wu to call her parents-in-law. Except for Bai Huanting's father-in-law and mother-in-law.

The Shura Sword Sect announced to the world that the 11th generation of the sons and daughters of the saints had become the king's saints, and they had chosen to join the Cloud Alliance. As soon as the news came out, the world was shaken.

On the part of the Cloud Alliance, hearing this news, morale has greatly improved, and trust in future wars has doubled. Naturally, the people in the Wind Energy Alliance are concerned about this. After all, the Shura Sword Sect is the most powerful of the Seven Heroes of the Southern Wastelands. At this time, everyone knows that the alliance of wind and cloud is not the same. With the involvement of the Shura Sword Sect, it was almost more difficult for the Wind Alliance to threaten the Cloud Alliance.

However, this is only the opinion of the monks. But this is not the case with the senior members of Fengyun and Liang Meng. They were much calmer than the disciples below.

Today's Shura Sword Sect, because of the ghosts of Baize and the escape of slaves, has taken most of the specialists and war fortresses, which means that today's Shura Sword Sect has been divided into two parts. The general soldier joined the Wind Alliance, and the other half joined the Cloud Alliance. In the current situation, the scales did not tilt to either side, but added chips with considerable weight.

No one knows how many monks will die in the wilderness of the South. But this storm will inevitably begin. There is no room for manoeuvre. In this storm, the victor will re-establish the pattern. The loser can only be the sinners of the history of the Southern Wilderness.

Three years later...

In the wasteland of the south, there is a river that does not know where to start and where to start. It's a river, but it's hundreds of miles wide. For the average person, it's just a vast ocean. Even for monks, if they want to cross the river, it takes ten and a half days. This river, which runs from northwest to southeast, and cuts the wasteland of the south in half, is divided by the world, and it is called the Boundary River.

When the sun was shining, a monk had a bloody hole in his head. The frightened eyes gradually dimmed, and finally fell weakly into the boundary river. Blood soaked the Boundary River. A three-foot rain came out of the water and swallowed the monk into the river. Only a wave was waved, leaving only the slightest smell of blood, and nothing left.

In this way, a monk in Wuhun Jing died at the hands of Xiao Wuyou. Without any sorrow or joy, he picked up the Shura sword, looked at the light that burst out from time to time not far away, sighed in his heart, and a shadow in white appeared around him, gently grabbing his arm, letting the cold hand flow into a piece of warmth.

"Thank you, pining. Xiao Wuyou's tired eyes were smeared with tenderness.

Bai Wanting just smiled and shook her head. She didn't say anything.

Three years ago, Bai Ze Ghost Slave fled from the Shura Sword Sect, and only two months later, the Battle of Fengyun began, and the first to be attacked was the Xuanfeng Taoist Temple in the south. Because the Xuanfeng Dao Temple is surrounded by the Wind Alliance, this makes there are many enemies and few me. Under the sudden unpredictability, the Xuanfeng Taoist Temple was beaten to the ground, injuring countless people.

Fortunately, the high-level of the Xuanfeng Taoist Temple had long been looking forward to this. Most of their owners retreated to the borders of Duanmai Shengfeng. The highest combat power can be said to be intact, but the fate of those low-level monks can be tragic, this is war, this is bloody.

In fact, as expected by the Cloud Alliance, the Wind Alliance had built a strong line of defense over the Boundary River to resist the onslaught of the Wind Alliance. The Wind Energy Alliance could not take advantage of the situation in the north. It also encamped on the Boundary River. The two sides of the alliance face each other across the river. In the past three years, there have been constant winds and clouds of the alliance of the two monks rushing to the border river, and there have been frequent wars on the border river in just three years, there have been no less than thousands of wars of various scales, which are still going on without Wu Zun's participation. That is, the number of dead and wounded has reached more than a million, and this war is also known as the Battle of the Boundary River.

With the development of the situation, Xiao Wuyou and Bai Huanting's wedding can only be postponed. Indeed, now is not the time to talk about marriage. Therefore, Xiao Wuyou, Bai Huanting, and some high-ranking members of the Shura Sword Sect all drove this battle city to the Jiehe. With the participation of the Shura sect, the attack of the Phongmong people was alleviated. For a while, the situation seemed to have stabilized, but Xiao Youyou believed that soon, the real bloody war would begin.

Ten Thousand Venerables, 90% of them can defeat Little No Venerable with their backhands, so even if he is the Son of Heaven, he can't play much of a role in this war, which makes him feel very uncomfortable.

However, Xiao Wuyou has always been a strong-willed person. He shook his head, his eyes hardened. "This war will not end in three to five years. I can get stronger through this opportunity. ”

"Haha, that's right. There is no time for two or three hundred years to end this storm war. At this time, a voice of appreciation sounded behind Xiao Wuyou. The light yellow robe was obviously worn by Sikong Shuo before.