"As long as you can awaken the bloodline of the gods and lead our clan to live a peaceful life, even if it is worth any kind of sacrifice, the wolf cavalry army is still in the northern frontier, right?" The woman asked.

"Yes, if there is no wolf cavalry army in the northern frontier to block the Xuantian Iron Armor, Beirong is afraid that the country will be destroyed." An extremely cold look appeared on Yun Zhiyao's face. Xuantian Iron Armor is the strongest iron cavalry standing in Northern Xinjiang, and the wars in Xiguo were quelled by Xuantian Iron Armor. The founder of this Xuantian Iron Armor was Xiao Dingwen, the Marquis of Xuantian, who originally thought that they would never be at war with Xiguo, but they never thought that Beijiang actually attacked Beirong, causing Beirong to collapse for thousands of miles, the war twenty years ago, and the Northern Xinjiang seventeen years ago, too many people died.

"The wolf cavalry is the last hope of our clan, there must be no mistakes, have this year's supplies been transported to the northern frontier?" The woman said.

"Your Lord, all the materials of the Fuhua Palace have been transported to the northern frontier, and our clan doesn't have to worry about food this year." Yun Zhiyao said with a smile.

"We have a long, long way to go, if we want Beirong to be really peaceful, we must be strong ourselves, and we no longer have to look at other people's faces, so that we can really feel at ease at that time." The woman behind the stone gate seemed to bear too much.

"I understand, what the Lord thinks is the future of my people." Yun Zhiyao's eyes were extremely respectful, which was why he respected her as a god. Because the whole Beirong was able to survive because of her, they were able to survive, Beirong is a barbarian, Beirong is the world of wolves, they are also wolves, but no matter how fierce they are, no matter how rebellious they are, they must also have a place to live, most of the northern Xinjiang is their land, where the water and grass are abundant. They don't have to starve to death when winter comes, they don't have to go to the far north, if they retreat a little further, the mountains there are barren and even the grass can't grow, and even wolves can't live in that kind of place, let alone people.

Zhuangzi is very large, and a quiet courtyard appears in people's sight, and above the pavilion in the courtyard, there is a woman in white, who can see her figure clearly even in the dark. Take a closer look, this person is actually wearing linen and wearing filial piety, in such a dark night, it looks a little gloomy, although it is wearing linen and wearing filial piety, but above the pale face, there is a trace of perseverance, she is Hua Xue, the only surviving Hua Xue in the Fuhua Palace. In this simple small courtyard, even if the breeze blows over, it looks extremely dignified, because Hua Xue is waiting for someone here, and he is waiting for someone to kill him. If there is one person in the rivers and lakes who is the most mysterious, it is none other than the valley lord of Biluo Valley, because the people of the rivers and lakes don't even know his name, there is only one rumor in the rivers and lakes, that is, when he was four years old, the previous valley lord died, and the valley lord of Biluo Valley was passed on to him who was only four years old. Some people think that Biluo Valley has no one, so they despise Biluo Valley, but they have no time to regret it, even if Biluo Valley does not have a valley master, it can still make the entire rivers and lakes set off a bloody storm, these 17 years, the rivers and lakes have been destroyed by Biluo Valley, countless, Biluo Valley faintly has a tendency to surpass Huangquan Mountain. Waiting for someone is a thing that requires patience, and Hua Xue is still a person who wants to kill her, as if she is waiting for death, no matter who waits like this, it will not be comfortable, there are enough legends about Biluo Valley on the rivers and lakes, she never thought that it was really Biluo Valley that destroyed the Fuhua Palace. There is only hatred left in Hua Xue's eyes, no matter what the price is, she will definitely let Biluo Valley fall, just like the Fuhua Palace, there will be no chickens and dogs.

"It's been a long time." The voice sounded in the ears, it seemed to be extremely gentle, but it seemed a little demonic, and a figure fell like a ghost, and it came to the courtyard in an instant. Dressed in black, he was wrapped very tightly, and only his eyes could see it, but with his amazing figure, it was enough to see that he was not a good person, Hua Xue smiled, such martial arts may be the valley master of Biluo Valley, and only he would be so arrogant that he dared to enter this manor at this time. Hula is voice kept ringing, many people in the courtyard had already poured out, Zhuang Lingxue, Master Xuankong were among them, and there were many masters with surging breath, forty or fifty people poured in, surrounding the black-clothed people, and the weapons in their hands were already under the moonlight of the night, glowing with bursts of cold light, looking extremely cold. The man in black also has weapons, but his weapons are still in the sheath, a five-inch-wide long knife wrapped in leather, and the handle of the knife is pitch-black black iron, which looks so heavy, no matter what kind of person, when he encounters such a battle, he will not be indifferent. But the black-clothed man didn't even jump his eyelids, it seemed that it didn't matter if these people were there, and in his eyes, there seemed to be only the white-clothed Huaxue under the gazebo.

"Is the Lord of Biluo Valley?" Hua Xue's tone became cold, and there was a cold killing intent in her eyes.

"Yes." He admitted, and without a moment's hesitation, there was a boiling in the crowd, Biluo Valley was an evil force, and it actually destroyed the Fuhua Palace. Isn't this the same as Huangquan Mountain, wanting to dominate the martial arts, how can they let this kind of thing happen.

"What a thief, who dares to ignore us and others, today you will have no return." The crowd shouted angrily.

"Who are you?" The man in black slowly turned in the direction where the voice came from, looking at the man who was looking at him with a big knife in his hand in the moonlight, with a burly body and a long square face, and an expression of disdain.

"Listen, your grandfather and I are Wang An." The burly man said loudly, Wang An's words came out, and everyone immediately looked at him in surprise, Wang An has a reputation in the rivers and lakes, so he dares to treat the man in black in front of him like this. There are two lists in the world, the sword list and the sword list, the sword list ranking is the world's swordsmen, the sword list ranking is naturally the person who uses the knife, the first sword list is Chu Zhuanghan, the second is Mei Er, a famous figure in the martial arts. The same is true for the people on the sword list, such as Shangguan Bai, who is the first on the sword list, although the people in the rivers and lakes feel that Shangguan Bai's martial arts may not be as good as Chu Zhuanghan, but absolutely no one dares to despise the person at the top of the sword list. The swordsmen of the world, as well as the swordsmen, are all proud to be on the double list of swords, because this list is a symbol of blood, and if you want to write your name on this list, you must write it with blood, the blood of your opponent. If a person wants to be on the list, then he must kill the people who were originally on the list, and everyone who is on the list will not be a simple person. This Wang An is the master on the sword list, and his ranking is not low, and the tenth brave sword Wang An on the sword list is him.

"I haven't heard of it." The tone was incomparably concise, the voice was incomparably indifferent, and everyone looked at Wang An's surprised gaze, which became incredible. Because they saw a madman, a very crazy person, if this sentence was said by Chu Zhuanghan, and Mei Er and other masters, they would definitely not say anything, everyone knows that Mei Er and Chu Zhuanghan will only remember one thing, that is, their sword, they only care about their sword, as for others, they don't care. Wang An's martial arts are above the rivers and lakes, which can be called first-class, and he can be ranked tenth on the double list, even if it is a person to be feared by the major sects, but the other party has never heard of three words and directly exported, he is not crazy, who can be more crazy than him.

"Your uncle will let you remember me today." Wang An was angry, and he had already picked up the big knife in his hand, how could he feel good if he was insulted like this. Now he just wants to split the person in front of him, even if he is the owner of Biluo Valley, so what, even if it is the lord of Huangquan Mountain, Ling Hufei, he doesn't dare to say that he has never heard of his fame, why should he? So he made a move, and he wanted to make this man regret it, regret what he said.

"Riptide retreats."

The sound was like a lion's roar, the figure was magnificent, and before the knife was shot, the energy around him was already like a fierce wave, shaking everyone around him, and then the big knife shot. The horizontal knife is a slash, on the blade, countless qi is condensed, the knife shadow turns into gas, the edge is exposed, and the domineering side leaks. The sword shadow was extremely fierce, and it slashed at the man in black, no matter what kind of master he was, he would not despise it when he saw such a knife momentum. Wang An can rank tenth on the knife list, his knife skills are extremely powerful, and he is extremely fierce, especially now that he is angry, his knife skills are even more domineering, and I am afraid that few people dare to block this knife.

"Infinite knife."

The eyes of the man in black are as vast as stars, without the slightest change of color, as if they are light and light from beginning to end, his right hand is simply twitched, and the knife in the leather sheath on his waist is pulled out by him, the blade is pitch black, and there is no cold, the dark iron heavy knife is extremely light in his hand, and the ramp is slashed, from bottom to top, an arc-shaped knife breath is revealed. Bang, the knife qi slashed on Wang An's knife momentum, clicking, as if something had been broken, only to see Wang An's domineering knife momentum was actually in an instant, and it collapsed, and the arc-shaped knife qi cut Wang An's body obliquely into two halves from the bottom to the top. With a clang, the big knife that fell to the ground fiercely, looking at the two halves of the corpse where the blood flowed all over the ground, extremely bloody, everyone immediately took a few steps back, one was to stay away from Wang An, who was now in a miserable state of death, but the fear of the man in black in front of him. That's the tenth master on the sword list, the famous master in the rivers and lakes, he died with a single sword, how not to be afraid.

"A rabble." The eyes of the man in black were full of disdain, and that kind of contempt was fully revealed, but who could stand up, even Wang An, who was tenth on the knife list, died tragically, what about them? lest he slay them, not even with a sword.

"Donor, you are very angry, or go to the temple with the poor monk to get rid of the anger on your body?" Xuankong, who was kind and kind-eyed, stood up, wearing a robe that had never been stained with dust, standing with one hand, bowing slightly, and his tone was extremely gentle, no matter who could feel that kind of temperament in him. It seems that everything in the world can no longer disturb the pure land in his heart, and it seems that he has overridden the darkness of the world, washing the obscure temperament on his body, and the earthly world, this is the so-called temperament of a monk who has attained the Tao, if Xiao Bai is here, he will definitely sneer. But Xuankong's temperament made many people dare not despise it, and even the eyes of the man in black appeared with a touch of solemnity.

"Master Xuankong of the Hanging Temple, I can't imagine that even you are involved in this storm, isn't the Hanging Temple beyond the world?" The man in black sneered in his tone, as if he felt that the Xuankong Dao in front of him was a well-behaved man.

"Zunjia, he is already a generation of grandmasters, why not show his true face, it is really not a hero's work to hide his head and show his tail like this." Master Xuankong shook his head and said.

"It's up to you, are you worthy?" The man in black said coldly.

"Presumptuous, how can you talk to Master Xuankong?" Someone in the crowd said angrily, Master Xuankong's reputation in the rivers and lakes is not as good as those masters above the sword list, but how can he say that he is also a highly respected person, how can he allow a man in black to be so insulted.

"Worthy or not, you'll know if you try it, Wuji is a knife." The black-clothed man's eyes were filled with coldness, and the long knife in his hand waved again, and the arc-shaped sword qi headed towards the Xuankong Master, and the people standing behind the Xuankong Master felt the sharp aura carried by the Xuankong Master, and they approached the door in front of the door, and hurriedly retreated, the feeling of the sharp blade scraping the face really made their bodies tingle, and only by staying away from the Xuankong Master could they feel better. The sword qi has not arrived, but it has stirred up a strong wind in the air, blowing the Xuankong master's robe swaying and whirring, the Xuankong master stands with his right hand, and a string of Buddha beads in his left hand, methodically dialing the beads, the expression on his face is still difficult and light, and his eyebrows are kind, as if the whole sky has fallen, and he can withstand it. Just as the sword qi arrived in front of him, Master Xuankong's right palm turned into a claw, and the entire palm turned gray and white in an instant, like the color of white jade, and his fingers became claws and grabbed the arc-shaped knife qi in front of him, clicking, the sound of jingling bells sounded, and the arc-shaped knife qi was like glass, shattering in front of Master Xuankong. Everyone looked at Master Xuankong with reverence, they really didn't expect Master Xuankong's martial arts to be so good, that sword qi, but even Wang An, who was tenth on the sword list, couldn't catch it, but it was easily scratched by his claws, which was really frightening. At this time, Master Xuankong's palm returned to normal color, and he still stood with one hand, standing there with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, giving people a feeling that Mount Tai collapsed in front of me, and I was standing still and powerful.

"The martial arts of the Hanging Temple are really unfathomable, and the master of this hand Xuanyu hand has been perfected, but the master feels that he can be subdued with just one hand of Xuanyu hand, and I am afraid that he will be disappointed." The man in black said coldly, and then the figure rushed straight over, Xuanyu hand is a martial art that specializes in breaking through the gang qi, sword qi, and hidden weapons, since you can't use the sword qi, what about the knife technique? He didn't believe that his sword skills couldn't beat the martial arts of the Hanging Temple, so the man in black rushed straight and shot with a sharp sword technique. Seeing that the man in black with the sharp knife made a move, Master Xuankong also hurriedly responded, and the figure slipped sideways to avoid this knife, obviously Master Xuankong did not dare to touch it, but how could the man in black do this, he immediately caught up with Master Xuankong, and shot again, the blade was sharp, and slashed at Master Xuankong's neck, only to see Master Xuankong's hand reappear, stretched out two fingers, and clamped the blade, the man in black was stunned, but the blade in his hand turned, and the huge force was transmitted, Master Xuankong could only let go of the blade, and then the man in black slashed with a long knife, Coming straight towards the abdomen of the Xuankong master, the figure of the Xuankong master retreated sharply, the body was bent, shaped like a hedgehog, and the tip of the knife was actually in the abdomen of the Xuankong master, only an inch close to the robe.