"Hades!" the saint was startled, with a sense of déjà vu. "Brother, could it be you?" were very kind words, but Jiaer read them with a little unhappiness. Suddenly, a piece of the past was evoked by a sense of familiarity.

Towering Yin and Yang Ridge, towering mountains. A natural dividing line stretches for thousands of miles from east to west, like a towering wall, separating the northern region from the southern vein.

The northern region and the southern vein, the hostility of fate, the smoke of war has lasted for thousands of years.

A hundred years ago, in order to avenge his parents, the Holy Monarch Beiming led the various clans in the Northern Regions to attack the Southern Pulse Alliance. Beiming led his clansmen all the way south, and defeated the Southern Pulse coalition army. Seeing that the southern vein was about to be destroyed, the northern underworld mysteriously disappeared. The tribes in the northern region lost their leaders and panicked the army, and the expedition was abandoned, and the tribes returned in frustration.

A few years later, the Holy Maiden Jiaer reorganized the forces of the various tribes, and in order to find the Holy Monarch, she destroyed the tribes of the Southern Vein, and once again launched a campaign against the tribes of the Southern Vein. The momentum is immense, and the military capacity is even more than that of previous dynasties. What is surprising is that after receiving the news, the tribes of the southern vein did not organize a coalition to resist.

A brother-sister battle is about to be staged.

And at the narrow valley mouth of the Yinyang Ridge at the boundary between the northern region and the southern vein, a slender figure stood far in front of the various ethnic groups. The man was dressed in a black robe, and his head was covered by a high hat, and it was impossible to see who it was. But he exuded a strong momentum, permeating the heavens and the earth, like the arrival of night, suffocating. The army of the Northern Regions was hindered by the invisible air pressure, and its march slowed down.

When they got a little closer to the man, the Northern Regions army was instantly stunned and stopped moving. The leaders of the various clans gathered around the chariot of the Holy Maiden were dumbfounded, wondering in their hearts who could have such a strong aura.

One of the chiefs was not afraid of the strong, riding a fierce horse and wielding an axe in his hand, shouting, 'Pretend to be a ghost, and watch Lao Tzu slay you.'" 'Rush straight to the past.

Seeing that the leader of the horse had run halfway through, the man raised his hand, and a powerful force directly fanned the man and the horse back to the front of the formation.

The leader and the horse rolled on the ground and got up again, seemingly unharmed.

When the leaders saw this, they clenched the weapons in their hands, and there was a great sense of flying over and fighting the man.

Looking at the scene in front of Jia'er, she already had a certain number in her heart. I saw her get up, drink the patriarchs, get out of the carriage, and walk towards the person in front of her, with a slight chuckle on the corner of her mouth.

"Brother, is that you? It's great to see you again. Do you know how worried my sister has been all these years? The saint's words were deeply affectionate, expressing her concern for her brother.

Garr, brother is very good. Bei Ming said a few words jerkyly, and put down the hat on his head, wearing blue and black hair, a pair of chilling eyes, and a handsome face that did not smile.

'Father and mother are gone, and I can't lose you. Jia'er couldn't cry, and ran to his brother in small steps, completely forgetting that he was a commander, and didn't care about everyone's eyes, and threw himself straight to Beiming's chest.

After a while, the leaders of the various clans gathered in front of Bei Ying and Jia'er, looking very excited. "Holy Monarch, one of the purposes of our expedition to the Southern Pulse this time is to find you. Now with your help halfway through, it's only a few days since the southern vein was destroyed. A leader in a fur coat said.

"The southerners are treacherous and cunning, conspiring to kill our parents, and the family is hateful, so he will be buried with the whole territory of the southern regions. Jia Er on the side was also resentful, with a fierce look in his eyes.

Everyone was filled with righteous indignation, each expressing their emotions. Only Beiming was silent, his eyes were a little dazed, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Brother, don't you have anything to say to everyone?" Jia Er saw that her brother had something on her mind, and in order to alleviate the embarrassment, she continued, "I heard that during your last personal expedition, you swept across the battlefield with momentum, killed countless soldiers of the Southern Vein, and severely injured the patriarchs of various clans. Tell us about your achievements. ”

At this point, Garr was speaking a little playfully. In her opinion, as long as her brother is there, it is not terrible for the sky to fall.

There are some things in the world that are obviously happy in front of you, but the final evolution is a 180-degree turn, and in the end it may become a regret.

"Garr, I'm actually here to stop you from going south. Go back. A slow sentence came out of his mouth flatly.

Everyone was shocked and even more puzzled. What happened to the Holy Monarch in the past few years since he disappeared, and why did it change so much?

"Brother, do you know what you're talking about? Listening to Beiming's words, Jia Er was a little anxious.

"We can't retreat, Holy Monarch, we only need two days to grasp the entire Southern Vein. ”

"Holy Monarch, we have been fighting with the southern veins for thousands of years, and the southerners have always regarded us as barbarians, and we have suffered a lot of discrimination and insults. Destroying the southern vein has been our belief in the northern region for thousands of years. It is said that the old saint monarch was also calculated by the people of the southern vein and died. Family feuds and hatreds, there is no reason to let them go. One of the patriarchs said in a deep voice.

Seeing that the people of the tribe were indignant and difficult to be convinced, the silent Beiming said in a frightened voice, "What, doesn't what I said count? One or two want to rebel, right?" As soon as the angry words came out, the four fields were quiet.

Garr was stunned and speechless for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure. The more you are in the face of major events, the more you can't panic.

She remembered what she had said to her father, "Garr, if only you were a boy." In the future, I will hand over the family to you, and my father will be relieved. What a pity!"

"Father, don't worry, I will help my brother well. She was very adamant.

"Garr, if there is a day, I mean if there is a day, you must protect our Northern Underworld. My father's words were like I was hearing them again, and they meant a lot.

"Brother, I don't know what kind of considerations you have to stop my southern expedition, but it is impossible for me to withdraw my troops. If I withdraw, I am sorry for my brothers who have died on the battlefield for thousands of years. If I withdraw, I will also be sorry for my father who was calculated by the people of the Southern Pulse, and I am sorry for my mother who committed suicide on the cliff. Even if I die at your hands today, my sister will never retreat. ”

Jia'er's words were sonorous and powerful, which made the originally cold-hearted soldiers surge with blood again, and all of them shouted in unison, "Fight, fight, fight!"

In fact, on the road to protect the status of the Northern Underworld clan and find his brother, the battle that Jia Er experienced was unimaginable to ordinary people. After the disappearance of the North Underworld, the North Underworld family first became quiet, and then there was a tribal commotion, but these were just stepping stones on the road to Jia'er's growth. reflects his father's words, "Jiaer is the smartest, and nothing can't be overcome." ”

In this expedition, Jia'er's very important purpose is to find clues for her brother, but she can't forcibly recruit all ethnic groups for the sake of a missing brother, so she can only fight openly, but in fact, she is secretly looking for her brother. In this way, as a saint, she personally led all ethnic groups to the south.

But seeing that his brother was well, he could have beaten the drum and retreated, but the situation was not so simple. If the troops are withdrawn at this point, it will inevitably chill the hearts of the warriors of all races, and it will inevitably be detrimental to the prestige of the Northern Underworld clan among the various tribes in the Northern Regions, so that the situation will be complicated after finally settling down.

The hot-blooded warriors shouted and stood, their momentum was in the sky, as if they were a military might.

But Beiming has no intention of backing down, and the powerful aura is suffocating. In the face of his own people, he was not angry today, and he seemed to have changed a lot compared to the previous time when he could erupt at any time.

Jiaer knew that if the stalemate continued, once his brother became angry, it would be an unpredictable outcome. It is likely that everyone has not yet reached the southern vein, and the tribes in the northern region have been killed by their elder brother.

"Brother, if you really want to stop me from going south, please accept my challenge. If I win, please don't stand in the way. ”

Duel may be the best way to solve the problem, but against the powerful Northern Underworld, no one has a chance of winning.

Beiming smiled slightly, "Jia'er, you have grown up and can be on your own." Father didn't misread you, and you can't be wrong to hand over the family to you. Let my brother see and see your martial arts cultivation. ”

"Please advise my brother. ”

As he spoke, Beiming jumped into the air, and Jia Er was not far behind and chased after him. In the white sky, they all seemed too small, and only two figures remained.

The North Darkness in the air, shrinking its aura, is as light as a swallow, like the wind gliding in the air. But seeing that he flipped it casually, a palm print hit Jia'er, and the strong palm power shook the air, although the palm power was full, but there was a great sense of temptation.

Jia Er turned to one side and successfully dodged, but she drew inferences from one another, using the same move, and kept hitting the North Ming with a larger palm, perhaps this palm was intended to pay back.

Bei Ming had no intention of dodging, aiming to crack Jia'er's move, and with a flip of his palm, he could absorb the air flow in the air and his hand. With a move, he turned his hand into a cloud and pushed towards the oncoming palm print, not only dissipating Jia'er's palm energy, but also seeing her in danger.

They are both members of the Northern Underworld, and their martial arts are of the same origin, and they have the same path or know each other. Since you use the first half of the move to turn your hand into the cloud, then I will use the second half of the move to turn your hand back for the rain

。 I saw Jiaer's palms spread, his backhand covered, his five fingers stretched, and he sucked in the air and water particles around him, and his hand was generated by rain with one move, which offset the power of turning his hand into a cloud.

In the sky, a moment has passed since Jia'er and the Northern Underworld dismantled the move, and the clansmen on the earth have feasted their eyes on it, and they have seen so many secrets of the Northern Underworld at once. The people of the tribe sighed that the martial arts of the Northern Underworld clan were really powerful, no wonder they could lead the thirteen tribes of the Northern Regions for fourteen generations, and it seemed that they still had a bit of martial arts origins.

"Jia'er, it seems that you have studied a lot of martial arts in the stone cave, and you have learned all the palm prints of this great demon. "Beiming has a thumbs up for Jiaer.

"Yes, then please ask my brother to point out the thirteen styles. Garr didn't care, as if to say that I had learned more than you could have imagined. As he spoke, Jia Er turned his qi into a sword, and an air-shaped sword jumped into his hands. With a swipe in the air, it was an incomparable sword qi, sweeping in.

Bei Ming jumped again, rose higher, and dodged the sword qi, "It seems that I underestimated you, looking at your sword practice, I guess your Northern Ming Mental Law has eight skills." You've improved a lot over the years."

"Yes, the clan is unlearned, and what you have learned, I have learned. ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his index finger and drew a few strokes in his middle hand, and a sword net composed of several sword qi struck at Jia'er below. Jia Er clenched the drooping double swords with both hands, fiercely raised the yuan attack, and swung diagonally, shooting out a fan-shaped sword stream, devouring the sword net of the Northern Underworld.

This martial arts fight is said to be the step that Jiaer found for his brother, but Beiming has no intention of fighting Jiaer. But for Jia'er, she can't end it hastily and ruin her prestige among the clans.

In that case, why not take this opportunity to preach to your brother?

"It is rumored that people born on the night of the Blood Moon possess the power of the Blood Fiend. Today I want to preach to you, and see who is more powerful among us who has the same child. As she spoke, Jia Er thundered, her hair rushed to the crown, the long and thick green silk emanated from the air, her blood-red eyes, and streams of red murderous aura emanated from her body continuously, filling the air.

The people of the earth were frightened and panicked, and they began to talk about it. "I didn't know how the saint had that power. "It's over, it's over, the two fierce gods, it's completely over. ”

They remembered that this was the case with the Holy Monarch in the past. Once you get angry, you lose your mind and fight frantically to kill living creatures until you die.

"How can Gar also absorb the primordial power of the Blood Demon," Bei Ming thought to himself. He shouted, "Garr, you can't use that power. ”

Where can Kejiaer hear it, and the roar of the angry sky shook the East Valley. She kept hitting the North Underworld, thinking of the light quickly, up and down from front to back, left and right.

Bei Ming only flashed, and kept shouting for Jia'er, hoping that she would stop.

Jia'er, who couldn't touch her opponent, was even more angry, and the red murderous aura in the air became thicker and thicker, and Jia'er's body also changed, her face slowly became animalistic, her mouth showed sharp teeth, and long nails grew on her hands. Mad Garr is like a beast.

I saw that Jia Er's arms were stretched out, and he was actually above the sky, forcibly attracting the glacier in the northern region behind him, and the infinite cold ice breath sandwiched with the red air flow formed thousands of intentions to cover the sky and the earth.

Beiming had no way to escape, so he could only forcibly accept it, and he couldn't hurt Jia'er. But as soon as he closed his eyes and put his hands behind his back, a black space opened up behind him, as if the sky was torn apart, and a black space appeared in the blue sky and white day, and the space became larger and larger, and thousands of invisible sword qi were instantly absorbed.

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