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"You are dreaming, Qiang Wuwu, the Seven Star Soul Breaking Sword belongs to my Miao clan, and it will never be handed over to your Qiang clan!" Almost after Qiang Wuwu finished speaking, Wan Yaoyin spoke coldly, and his eyes were even more resentful when he looked at Qiang Wuwu.

"Bai Shengyuan, you Qiang people really want to make a move on our Miao people, you know, our Miao people can exist for so long like the Qiang people, it's not that there are no hole cards at all, if you make a move against us, our Miao people will definitely not give up, and you Qiang people don't want to have a good time when the time comes!" Dong Xianye used his sword to swing away the sword attacked by the cultivator of the Refining God Realm, looked at the three of Qiang Wuwu, and said coldly.

Hearing this, Bai Shengyuan's faces changed.

"Hmph, Dong Xianye, don't scare me, the relationship between our Qiang and Miao tribes, I don't need you to say it, I know it, sooner or later, we will have to fight, and getting rid of you as soon as possible will be more beneficial to our Qiang people, besides, if we kill you all today, who knows that it was our Qiang people who did it?" Bai Shengyuan looked at Dong Xianye, who was fighting against the triple cultivators of the God Refining Realm, with a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes, and said sharply.

Bai Shengyuan's words made Dong Xianye silent, although Bai Shengyuan was a little aggressive, but what he said was not unreasonable, the Qiang and Miao tribes have reached the point where they are like fire and water after all these years, sooner or later, there will be a battle between the two clans, which is simply unavoidable.

And as Bai Shengyuan said, if they are all killed, who knows who did it?

What if the Miao people suspect that they are Qiang?

Without evidence, the Miao people were not able to do it at all, and the loss of the saint and the two elders was definitely a huge blow to the Miao people.

"Bai Shengyuan, Qiang Wuwu, you are so sure that you can kill us today, tell you, as long as we have some of us alive to go back, our Miao people will fight with the Qiang people endlessly!" Wan Yaoyin was not frightened by Bai Shengyuan and them, he saw that Dong Xianye did not speak, he knew that Dong Xianye was confused by Bai Shengyuan's words, his eyes rolled, and a sword stabbed the shoulder of the triple cultivator of the God Refining Realm, turned to look at the three of Qiang Wuwu and shouted coldly.

"Hmph, Wan Yaoyin, the two of us are both saints of the two clans, let me understand today how powerful your Wan Yaoyin is!" Hearing Wan Yaoyin's words, Qiang Wuwu's face changed for a moment, but soon changed back, snorted coldly, put his toes on the ground a little, and a sword in his hand, and swept towards Wan Yaoyin.

After Qiang Wuwu made a move, Bai Shengyuan and Elder Lan also made a move, Bai Shengyuan rushed to Dong Xianye, and Elder Lan faced Miao Jiang.

After the cultivator of the God Refining Realm rushed over, he gave way to the position, and Qiang Wuwu's sword pointed directly at Wan Yaoyin's heart, Wan Yaoyin used the sword to hold Qiang Wuwu's sword, flew back, and after retreating for five meters, he felt that the force of Qiang Wuwu rushing over was unloaded, and he moved hard, swinging Qiang Wuwu's sword, and then stabbed Qiang Wuwu's shoulder with a sword.

The cultivation of the two is comparable, although Qiang Wuwu is more experienced than Wan Yaoyin's battle, but Wan Yaoyin is talented, and he is fast, and his body is weird, but he makes up for the lack of experience, and he is on par with Qiang Wuwuyin!

"Wan Yaoyin, do you have this ability? It's so disappointing to me!" After cutting a scar on Wan Yaoyin's face with his sword, Qiang Wuwu took two steps back, looked at Wan Yaoyin, and said coldly, his tone full of disdain.

A trace of anger flashed in her eyes, feeling the burning pain on her face, Wan Yaoyin reached out and touched it, and after wiping off the blood stains on it, she looked at Qiang Wuwu coldly, snorted coldly in her heart, and suddenly let go of the sword.

Seeing Wan Yaoyin's movements, Qiang Wuwu was about to laugh at Wan Yaoyin for losing his sword, but he saw Wan Yaoyin's sword actually floating in front of him, while he himself closed his eyes, his hands swiped quickly in front of his chest, and his mouth moved slightly, as if he was reading something, which made Qiang Wuwu frown slightly.

I don't know why, seeing Wan Yaoyin's movements, Qiang Wuwu always has a bad premonition in his heart.

The first strike is stronger, Qiang Wuwu took advantage of Wan Yaoyin's eyes to close his eyes, tightened the sword in his hand, pulled a sword flower, and stabbed straight towards Wan Yaoyin's heart.

Just an inch behind Qiang Wuwu's sword from Wan Yaoyin's heart, a victorious smile appeared on Qiang Wuwu's face, Wan Yaoyin suddenly opened his eyes, and two white rays of light shot out from Wan Yaoyin's eyes, Qiang Wuwu only felt a pain in his eyes, and his eyes became white.

"Bang dang!"

Qiang Wuwu, who had lost his eyesight, felt a cool breeze coming in front of him, and subconsciously swung his sword to resist, but only felt a strange force, and then his sword was swung out, and his shoulder was also scratched, and there was a dead pain.

When Qiang Wuwu regained his eyesight, what he saw was his sword lying on the grass three meters away, and the tip of Wan Yaoyin's sword was pressed against his throat, as long as Wan Yaoyin's hand moved forward slightly, it could pierce his throat and kill him.

A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and a huge fear enveloped Qiang Wuwu, he felt that death was so close to him for the first time!

"You, you can't kill me!" Qiang Wuwu stared at Qiang Wuwu's sword and shouted with a hard hold.

"Why can't I kill you?" As if seeing Qiang Wuwu's fear, Wan Yaoyin's hand moved, and the sword in his hand trembled, and every time he was almost able to cut Qiang Wuwu's throat, his tone was a little loose.

"I, I am the holy daughter of the Qiang tribe, if you kill me, the Qiang tribe will definitely not give up!" Feeling the chill from the tip of the sword, Qiang Wuwu felt that his legs were shaking a little, but he tried his best to control it, thinking of the reason why Wan Yaoyin couldn't kill him.

"I remember that you didn't just say that our Miao and Qiang tribes will have a battle sooner or later, if I kill you, your Qiang tribe will lose a holy woman, this is definitely a blow to the Qiang people, when the time comes, isn't it easier for our Miao people to deal with you Qiang people?" Wan Yaoyin was unmoved, but returned what Bai Shengyuan and Qiang Wuwu said before.

Wan Yaoyin's words made Qiang Wuwu's face immediately turn pale, his mouth moved, as if he wanted to defend himself, but found that he couldn't find a reasonable reason, his eyes rolled, and when he saw Bai Shengyuan not far away, a trace of expectation flashed in his eyes, "Elder Bai, save me!"