Chapter 251 - Once Two Families Fought Together

"Hong Zhan is a strange existence in my clan. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info He, like all his clansmen, has infinite confidence and pride in the Corpse Pattern Dao. But at the same time, he couldn't let go of his love for his family and country. 」

"Faced with a dilemma, he chose to leave the Black Tower for the time being. He did not return to the family, but went directly to the bloody front. 」

"Hei Cheng Pagoda represents our clan, and the Hong family is the family he came from. 」

"He was caught in a dilemma, and finally fled to the bloody front to fight for his country. 」

"It was then that he encountered the Left Blood War. 」

"Under the technique of hiding my corpse pattern, coupled with the practice of the most authentic Hong family boxing since childhood, Zuo Xuezhan did not see any clues, but became close friends with Hong Zhan at first sight. 」

"The two advanced at the same time and spent more than a decade on the bloody front. 」

"Until ......"

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Bloody front.

There are many different descriptions of the bloody front.

Especially for the south, if there is one thing that southerners have the most appropriate imagination for the underworld, it is the bloody front.

But in fact, the real bloody front is not as terrible as imagined.

The bloody front, built at the junction of the north and the south.

Near the north, there are endless tents, large and small. It was a front set up and inhabited by the major tribes and the three major forces in the north.

To the south, however, is a neat and well-laid wall. The walls are more than dozens of feet high, with spikes protruding from the walls, and various unknown plants entrenched on the walls. This city wall is called [Sen Python] in the south.

The distance between the forest python in the south and the tent in the north is nearly 100 miles.

This distance is the bloody front, and it is the place where the two sides are fighting.

But in fact, in the past few hundred years, there has been very little large-scale aggression between the North and the South.

The victory of the north lies in the strength of the battle, and if the cultivators of the north and the south fight one-on-one, there is a chance that the cultivators of the north will win. Because the north is from a dire living environment, they are better at fighting, or should it be said to kill, than in the south.

However, the south is better at systematic cultivation, compared to the north, there are more cultivators in the south, and they grow fast enough, and the time to become instant combat power is also faster than that in the north. Therefore, the two sides have rarely fought each other in these hundreds of years, because everyone knows that they can't help each other.

Even so, petty fights are inevitable. One is to test the strength of both sides, and the other is to test the juniors. On the bloody front, it is rare to see masters of the Four Palace Realm, the Hundred Pattern Realm or above. The bloody front has become a place of trial for the younger generations on both sides.

Hundreds of years ago.

On the bloody front, a young man sat down on a small hill without an image, looked at the distant northern cultivators fleeing in embarrassment, and sneered. Just this smile, as if it touched some of his wounds, grinned and cursed.

"Where's the injury?" a voice rang out from behind him.

The young man didn't look back, but said to himself, "The left rib is probably broken. 」

"Then you can't die. 」

Sou.

The whistling sound sounded behind itself, and the young man subconsciously reached out and copied a wine jug.

The same young man walked over, his face was grim, and the smell of blood on his body did not dissipate.

"It's better to have some drinks. The cold young man said this, and he also held a wine jug and drank it. The young man sitting on the hill bag smiled and scolded: "The people of your Zuo family are just dead faces, I am not used to seeing them. 」

As he spoke, he began to drink.

The liquor melts into the stomach and turns into a warm ball.

The grim young man looked at the young man who was sitting on the small mountain bag, and a smile flashed in the depths of his eyes: "If I have been cultivating recently, I may be about to break through the Three Palace Realm. 」

The young man sitting on the hill immediately jumped up: "What!?"

"Left Blood Battle, I'll tell you! I won't lose to you. 」

The grim young man's face remained unchanged: "If you are not afraid, why do you need to be so angry?"

"Hong Zhan, don't forget to make a bet. 」

"Whoever loses can't pursue Birch. 」

Hong Zhan also sneered: "It's still unknown who wins and who loses!"

Although the two were-for-tat, neither of them actually took this matter to heart.

In the past six years, the two have experienced countless life and death crises together, and they have already become close friends. It's the same even for the girls you like. But this did not affect the relationship between the two, and they made a bet. Whoever breaks through the Three Palaces Realm first, the other will not be allowed to pursue that girl for the rest of his life.

As the sun sets, the sky gradually darkens.

A cool breeze blew, causing Zuo Xuezhan to look up: "It's night, let's go." With that, he turned and walked away. But after walking a few steps, he found that Hong Zhan was still sitting on the hill and did not move.

"Hong Zhan?"

Zuo Xuezhan walked to Hong Zhan's side, only to feel that Hong Zhan's face was pitch black, as if black qi covered his face, and his body trembled slightly, as if enduring some kind of unbelievable pain. Zuo Xuezhan's face changed slightly: "What's wrong with you?"

But soon, feeling the majestic ripple of the force, Zuo Xuezhan hurriedly said, "You're going to break through?"

The breakthrough of the tattoo has always been a big deal. Even many famous families will predict the breakthrough time in advance before breaking through, so as to prepare for the carving into the palace. But above the front, it is clear that there will not be such a time.

Zuo Xuezhan carried Hong Zhan on his back: "I'll take you back, the Hong family has a special tattoo master here. 」

"Don't ......" Hong Zhan's voice gritted his teeth came from behind him, "Forward...... The grave ......."

Although Zuo Xuezhan seemed to have the same expression on his face, he was also anxious: "What nonsense are you talking about......

It's just that there is a force from the shoulder behind him that Hong Zhan is tightly clasping: "Go...... Corpse...... Grave ......"

Left Blood Zhan frowned.

For a long time, he could only grit his teeth and pounce in that direction.

............

The left blood battle rushed all the way, and this way, it was not too far for the cultivators. But if it's close, it's not like it's going to be done in the blink of an eye. And most importantly, the north.

For nearly a thousand years, the South and the North have been pitted against each other. Since the bloody front was built, the south has actually been the defender. It has always been the north that attacks, even if it can block the attack of the north, but it is not naïve enough to think that it can be counterattacked.

And the deeper you go into the north, the more dangerous it becomes, even if it's just a short journey.

After a few minutes passed, there was a fierce voice: "The soft eggs of the south! dare to enter my north!"

Zuo Xuezhan didn't answer, but his eyes flashed with a fierce color!

Rumble!

A heavy punch, with lightning speed, slammed into the chest of the northern tattooer. The next moment, his face was full of disbelief, and his chest was shattered and he died!

But this is the territory of the northern cultivators.

In just about ten minutes, Zuo Bloody Battle killed more than a dozen cultivators from the north. The most dangerous time was a cultivator at the peak of the Second Palace Realm, who stabbed the long sword in his hand into the abdomen of Zuo Xuezhan, but was shortened by Zuo Xuezhan, and he also smashed his head to pieces with one punch.

In just about ten minutes, but there are countless struggles on the edge of life and death!

Finally, came the so-called corpse grave.