Nangong Fan didn't make a reluctant move in the crowd, even if it was just an absent-minded flick of his fingers, the strong wind was also domineering, and it was still not a problem to annihilate the little ghost between the highlights of the fire.

He didn't know what the priest had specific magical methods, and he had divine thoughts, even if he was under the ice and snow and in the gloomy ghost realm, he was also a pair of extremely sharp "eyes" that could easily perceive the truth.

It's like when he catches and feeds ghosts outside the various tribes, Nangong Fan is now looking for if there is a big guy like a powerful ghost, and if there is a ghost feeder, it would be better.

If not, there are some things that are debatable.

Where will the big guys who are hiding for a long time make a move?

This meticulous thought can only be possessed by Wang Zai, and no one else knows about it except Nangong Fan, so as not to cause panic, it can be said that everyone is now being led by Wang Zai's nose. It's not all malice, after all, this is also where barbarians have lived for generations.

But it's not all good intentions, it's just a small way to share the danger. Someone cushioned his back, and when something happened, Wang Zai was confident that he could react.

Wang Zai's mind Nangong Fan can't understand everything, but he is still dedicated to finding the big guy.

didn't care too much about these little ghosts who came around, there were two consummation powerhouses as sharp knives, and the speed of this legendary "long dragon" was amazingly fast.

The long dragon swung its tail, and after a stick of incense, it rushed into the depths, and it was exactly half a distance away from Beiliang City. Here, even if the beginner-level legend powerhouse falls behind, it is very likely that he will never be able to get out again.

Nangong Fan's eyes became very deep, and he didn't find a big guy along the way.

Where will it be?

Nangong Fan looked at Beiliang City with more and more obvious outlines, and suddenly felt that Longtan Tiger's Lair was waiting for him in front of him, was this Beiliang City, which was still holding on since the siege of ghosts, as safe as he imagined?

Nangong Fan's lips opened slightly, and he told Wang Zai, who was still leading the way in front of him, to the conclusion of his exploration.

Wang Zai nodded slightly, and continued to talk and laugh with the Northern Ice Tiger, for the two of them, this little battle is really difficult to raise their interest, if it weren't for taking care of the people behind them, they would have killed all the way to the Beiliang City Wall at this time.

Pushing all the way, with the help of each other, none of the hundreds of people were left behind, and they all reached the city wall safely.

"You don't need me to help you go up here, do you?" Wang Zai said with a hippie smile on his face.

I have to say that physical cultivation is really raised by the queen, and in this unique environment in the north, even legends can't travel in the sky. Spirituality is okay, but after the sky exceeds a certain limit, the cold snap is even more terrifying, and no one dares to really fly up and hide in the clouds, which is looking for death in a fancy way.

Wang Zai didn't wait for them to reply, stepped up the ladder, crossed the city wall in style, and easily stood on the city wall.

After changing the Northern Ice Tiger Hall this time, the barbarians jumped onto the city wall one by one with the help of smooth walls and stood beside Wang Zai. This is also because the soldiers on the city wall have no ill will towards them, otherwise even if they want to climb up as legends, they will have to suffer a little.

The methods of the various priests will have a lot of bells and whistles.

Or wave your hands with wings spread out behind you and soar into the sky. Either the supernatural lines appear on the surface of the body, and the whole person seems to turn into a god, and he is on the city wall in one step. Either the bone shakes and rises into the air......

Nangong Fan came out of the crowd, and his pupils subconsciously swept over the corner of the city. The black crystals were so brilliant in his eyes, hidden between the frost and blending with the city walls.

Nangong Fan thought that when he was in Ziniuxing, it seemed that he had stepped on the same spar fragment before he was discovered by Soul Heaven. His eyes couldn't help shrinking suddenly, but before he could exclaim that something had changed, he saw Wang Zai give him an inconspicuous look.

Nangong is where the vitality of the high priest's prophecy lies, and this barbarian world has already spread, and everyone's eyes are placed on him. It's not time for the moths to emerge yet.

Nangong Fan took a deep breath, jumped up, and when this qi disappeared, the spiritual power solidified under his feet, and as soon as he stepped on it, he easily jumped onto the city wall. Nodding his head in friendship at the barbarians, his gaze seemed to be scanning the barbarians who had not yet reached the city wall, but in fact he had been locked on the inconspicuous spar under the city wall.

Hmm, it doesn't seem to have any energy fluctuations, is it not activated yet?

Wang Zai followed Nangong Fan's gaze, and also found those spars, and made the same judgment as Nangong Fan. It was even found more than Nangong Fan, and it was easy to find a gap in the spars that were connected together under the only gate of Beiliang City.

Is this a formation? Should we respond to all changes with the same at this time? Or should we destroy them first? Or should we wait here for the rabbit? Even Wang Zai was a little hesitant about this.

At this time, only two people had not yet reached the city wall, except for the Northern Ice Tiger behind the palace, who was still bombarding the imps around, there was only one low-level legendary priest from a small and medium-sized tribe who was extremely eccentric and unsociable.

If he hadn't been down there at this time, Nangong Fan probably wouldn't have looked at him with straight eyes.

This low-level legendary priest is quite famous in the north, and his unsociable temperament is easy to explain, and most priests who don't care about things are like this, and they only know that they are playing with juice all day long, studying the supernatural patterns, and doing some tricks that ordinary people can't understand.

This priest named "Jing Shun" is a rare ruthless character who is both a father and a mother in a tribe, and for more than 100 years, he has erected a totem for a small tribe by himself and has become the existence of a small and medium-sized tribe. He was a chieftain and a high priest in his position.

For that alone, all the priests had to look at him differently.

It was rare to see this guy's methods, and all the priests were in high spirits, and they were old-fashioned scientists, and they were always very interested in this kind of thing.

Jing Shun slowly took out a wooden barrel, and the bright blood boiled in it, even the cold weather could not extinguish the heat. Billowing steam rose into the sky, and the rich smell of blood came to my nose.

"Jing Shun, what are you doing?" a priest couldn't help laughing. These priests did not care about the occasion and did what they pleased. It was in stark contrast to the barbarians who were stern and cautious as they scanned the walls inside and outside.

Jing Shun's wrinkled face bloomed like a chrysanthemum and showed a bright smile, this smile was a little eerie, and the eyes that seemed to pierce people's hearts seemed to turn into two clusters of ghostly fires that kept beating.

It was not surprising that the other priests were still laughing on the walls.

Jing Shun had an extra prismatic black spar in his hand, and a trace of black mist gushed out under the blood mist.

In the noisy noise beside him, Nangong Fan removed his gaze from the spar under the city wall, and put it on Jing Shun's hand, his body stiffened slightly, damn it! There are also ghosts among the high-level barbarians?

The black dragon sword quickly appeared, and it came out directly.

There is one person who moves faster than him, and that is Wang Zai, who is already on guard.

Wang Zai was a resolute person, he didn't expect that when he was just slightly hesitant about which optimal solution to use, he would come out of the moth, and subconsciously exclaimed, "Hu Teng!"

Hu Teng is the name of the Northern Ice Tiger among the barbarians, and at this time, the only one who has time to stop this Jing Shun demon is also under the city wall.

Wang Zai will not pin all his hopes on people who are not familiar with him, and his movements are not slow at all.

The long sword danced lightly, and the sword stabbed straight towards the shining spar in Jing Shun's hand.

Two sword lights, one real and one virtual, shot down from the city wall with a violent momentum.

Hu Teng was killing with his back to Jing Shun, and when he heard Wang Zai's exclamation, he turned his head slightly, and saw two bright rays of light coming towards him.

Feeling the murderous intent contained therein, my heart was angry. What are you Wang Zai? Just deal with Uncle Ben like this? It seems that the descendants of the rivers and lakes have really forgotten how my Northern Ice Tiger used to gallop the world.

Is this still worth it? You have to teach a hard lesson.

Hu Teng Lisuo turned his body, subconsciously raised his arms, opened his bow left and right, and two punches shot out one after another.

The sonic boom rang out loud and loud.

Two roars.

Wang Zai's sword light was completely worn out under the strength of the fist, but fortunately, it still left a conspicuous white mark on the fist.

The black dragon sword snorted, like a fart, and it was blasted into the sky without smelling.

Under the strength of both of them, which was no less than the blow of the Peak Legend, even Hu Teng was forced to cut a meter out of the ice surface to stabilize his body.

Nangong Fan jumped lightly, took the black dragon sword that flew upside down, and retreated in the air, regardless of it, all his thoughts were put on Jing Shun.

Wang Zai's face was helpless, this reckless man who had more than enough success and more than failure! But his mouth still spoke quickly, "Brother Tiger, you come up directly." ”

Looking at Jing Shun, who had lowered his posture, he knew that something would happen soon, although this reckless man was a little stupid, but his strength was there, and he would be a lot easier to have him by his side.

Hu Teng scratched his head slightly, seeing that Wang Zai had no ill will towards him, and finally understood that he had misunderstood. So who is Wang Zai shooting against?

Hu Teng looked at the person squatting in front of him, and with his eyesight, he saw the scattered city walls at a glance, his eyes shrank, as an old oil man in the rivers and lakes, he understood something almost instantly.

Hu Teng's eyes were split, and he had a deeper affection for the barbarians than Wang Zai, an outsider. I didn't expect a traitor to appear around.

After all, this Jing Shun is also a legendary-level powerhouse, his movements are already fast, and he can't stop it because of Hu Teng's indiscriminate interference.

Hu Teng knew that he had caused trouble, but now it was more important to join forces with the main army. The devil knows if Jing Shun's conspiracy will be isolated after he succeeds? What a fool can only do when he faces danger, he will not do it in an old Jianghu like Huteng.

Hu Teng did not hesitate, jumped up, and also threw a punch at Jing Shun along the way, the fist rushed straight down like a white tiger roaring, but Hu Teng used this force to leap upwards The height became more and more amazing, and he jumped to the city wall almost instantly.

At this time, the other barbarians finally noticed that something had happened between the lightning and flint, and they all looked down at Jing Shun's movements, but they refused to jump off the city wall.

I saw Jing Shun put the spar on the gap, and with a click, all the spars were connected together under a strange force, and black light rose all around Beiliang City, like a cover covering Beiliang City.

This black light was very faint, and it seemed that it could be cut away with just a light sword, and everyone had just breathed a sigh of relief, only to see the wooden barrel that Jing Shun had taken out earlier soaring under a strange force. The sky above the placed hedron tilted slightly, and the fresh, hot blood filled in it poured down from mid-air with a "bang" sound, pouring on top of the hedron.

The black mist rises, clinging to the light mask.

At this time, Hu Teng's punch came domineeringly, and everyone looked forward to it, hoping that this fist could interrupt Jing Shun's next move. In this way, the probability of success will be a little greater.

The fist is violent, and the white tiger is lifelike.

Jing Shun didn't seem to notice the light of the fist that could easily destroy him, so he didn't resist in the slightest, and continued to bow his head and do what he was doing.

"Bang"!

Jing Shun's brain burst like a watermelon.

There was no blood!

Is this still human?

This was the only thought in the hearts of the people on the city walls.

The fist was unstoppable, and half of Jing Shun's body was directly destroyed before falling to the hard ice, smashing out a small pit that was extremely conspicuous.

Jing Shun's movements didn't stop, he even raised his almost completely absent head, and showed an awkward sneering smile at the people on the city wall.