The thirteen bandits gradually fell behind, the tiger bloodthirsty yin wind dominated the dance, the tiger cracked its teeth and fought with two swords, and the scythe of the god of death combined with the simple and barren ruler, but it was also difficult to defeat for a while.

The consumption of soul power by the Yin Wind Shadow Cone is too huge, the tiger is bloodthirsty and forcibly supports, and a few strange pills are barely maintained, at this moment, if anyone is half a point short of the pool, Tiger King Kong will be the end!

The tiger's cracked teeth and big knife danced wildly, he had never fought so happily since he joined the army, there seemed to be something in the blood that was pulsing, and a few traces of blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, but his face was full of excitement, and he seemed to see this battle as enjoyment.

Although the Thirteen Bandits created the Tiger Legion, the sergeants are much stronger now.

Qiu Dahu walked through the declining historic buildings as he pleased, with a blue paper miniature white painting fan in his left hand, wearing a light blue starry sky silk soft armor, and a small purple sand teapot in his right hand, which seemed to be almost something.

Leisurely, a sip of tea and a fan in one hand, there was no crisis!

Going around the wide wall, "Ahhhh

Qiu Dahu hurriedly dodged back to the wall, "God, it's terrifying!"

Qiu Dahu happened to bump into the thirteen bandits and the second tiger in the fierce battle.

"This ...... Isn't this the big bandit leader of the Wang family and the three secret weapons of the Li family?"

Sneaking out, he glanced at the Tiger King Kong, whose head was at a different place, and the whole body was eroded with pus and blood all over the place.

"Oh! The stomach is tumbling over the river, and I can't help but feel a chill."

The shadow cone turned into a cloudy wind in the sky, and the tiger's head sword slashed horizontally and vertically, exploding and roaring. The skull scythe sometimes mistically transformed, sometimes roared eeriely, and the scene was unbearable.

Qiu Dahu only saw that the two sides were facing away from him, but he didn't know that the two sides had already noticed him, and it was clear in his consciousness, but with such a role, what waves could he set off!

Suddenly, there was another wound on the tiger's cracked teeth and Wan Long's body, and the flesh and blood were blurred, but at Wan Long's wound, a strange dark aura immediately spread out from his body, covering the wound, and the blood was not oozing!

The two tigers couldn't help but be surprised, but it was only an instant, and they immediately attacked more frantically! One far and one close, one defense and one defense, although they were exhausted, some people didn't want to die, and some people fought passionately.

Lonely Qiantong carefully relied on his intuition to shuttle through Langfang, it seemed that there was no danger in this ruin, broken tiles and stones, and it was unbearable to be chaotic.

Among the gravel and weeds, a shining corner is faintly revealed, curious to pick up the pile of rubble, but it is a corner of a plaque, dusting off the dust deposited on it, revealing a few simple and mighty characters!

Cang-Wu-Men!

"Cangwu Sect, I haven't heard of it, but think about how he would know the sect of the Middle Ages as an ancient. ”

The plaque is a little strange, a straight and vigorous arrow shaft is not in it, the arrow is not too deep and there is no trace, and the arrow shaft is carved with a delicate mouse, vivid! Fingers caress lightly, the faint cold and desolate faintly reveals the vicissitudes of life, the arrow shaft is like a spirit, at the moment of touching, there is a low trembling, Lonely Qiantong likes it very much, such an arrow can not be found, although the origin is not clear, but it is absolutely extraordinary.

The big hand clenched tightly, trying to pull out the arrow, but no matter how hard he tried his best, he couldn't pull it out! When he turned the plaque upside down, there were words! The back of the plaque was neatly engraved with small characters with golden hooks.

"Heng Cangwu, God gave my lord, seven years old to erect a monument, fifteen small successes, twenty big successes, two four earth guards, two eight soul masters, three or five Taixu, ninety-nine true gods!

Wander the world, defeat the emperor at the top of Nanyang, cut the peak of the Western Desert, expel the remnants of the desert, surrender to the three tribes of the East China Sea, build a thousand fields, decide the name Cangwu, call the emperor at the age of 100, the emperor is righteous and bitter, but the destiny of heaven is jealous!

Lonely Qiantong carefully observed, this righteous suffering is really a god, although he does not know the division of cultivation as a hierarchy, and he is a great achievement at the age of twenty, even he does not let it go. He was only 24 years old when he became emperor! Pity this genius, the destiny of heaven cannot be violated.

Suddenly, a burst of golden light flashed on the plaque, the golden hook boy gradually blurred, turned into broken foam and scattered, the entire plaque instantly became soft, lost its original color, gently flicked, the arrow shaft was easily pulled out, caressing the arrow body, more and more loved, gently put the arrow into the ring, the mood is particularly comfortable.

"Wait, that's not right! Expelle the remnants of the Wasteland! Could it be that he is one of the seven clans of the Wasteland, the more I think about it, the more certain I become, there have always been only seven clans in the ancient Wilderness, and the Cangwumen is a medieval sect, ah! It must be so, the Seven Clans have not been destroyed, since it is an expulsion, then everyone is still there! Ten million years, ten million years, he has missed too much! Suddenly getting this information, Shan Qiantong couldn't help but cry with joy! Which clan is it?"

At the foot of Qianye Mountain, Jiang Yu led three thousand troops to hurry up, and the disciples of all families and sects guarding the entrance of the secret realm were surrounded in an instant, and they didn't have time to react, Jiang Yu gave an order, "There is no forgiveness for killing!"

Three thousand sergeants flocked to the city, and in an instant, the children left behind by the families were trampled into pulp!

Gathering the army, Jiang Yu ordered the collective to enter the secret realm.

Thousands of soldiers quietly entered, and Jiang Zichen, who was guarding the exit of the secret realm, was instantly overjoyed when he saw the arrival of the army, and when all the troops entered, he roared, and killed people when they met, leaving no one alive! Suddenly the killing shouted shook the sky, shaking the entire secret realm, lonely Qiantong, two tigers, thirteen bandits, Qiu Dahu, Raptors Brothers, Wang Jing Li Lichuan, and immediately shouted that it was not good, damn Jiang Zichen, this is to be killed!

The thirteen bandits have a hard time, and the secret burial is right in front of them, but they can't find it! Damn the Tiger Sergeant! Suddenly, the atmosphere is incomparable, and the soul power of the whole body is running to the extreme, regardless of the exhaustion of the soul sea, and he tries his best to fight, three days, and most of the day has passed! He needs a quick battle!

The 3,000 army quickly dispersed, and the disoriented tiger brothers met the army first, and the two brothers roared with murderous intent in their eyes.

"Run!"

The earth shook, the shouting and killing continued, in the depths of the secret burial, the dying ancestor of the Wang family, hearing this change, immediately came to the spirit, trapped for a hundred years, the soul power was exhausted, the essence and blood were exhausted, and there was no patience and hope for a long time, just with the group of unscrupulous descendants of the Wang family, how could they go deep into this strange secret burial, but this sudden shock made his dying heart shake a little.