The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings.

The warriors of the entire Dara tribe are all cultivating vigorously, and on the martial arts training ground, the fierce battle spirit is accompanied by the surging battle qi in the distance, and the sound of breaking the sky comes and goes.

"Zhong Peng, come again, Black Moon Slash. ”

Shi Yong held the sword in both hands, his momentum was like a rainbow, and the pitch-black long sword burst out with a huge black light dozens of zhang long, like a round of black moon slashing towards Zhong Peng.

Zhong Peng's body was surrounded by gray qi, like a king king in the clouds, it looked unshakable, and the gray qi surged into a seven-foot bone stick, carrying the gloomy gray qi towards the black moon sword and angrily left.

The sound of a violent explosion flickered wildly between the two of them, shaking all the stone slabs within a radius of 100 meters into powder, and the ripples of the battle qi of the big canopy rippled like water waves around the surroundings, and slammed into the surroundings of the martial arts training ground.

Airplanes!

The magic circles engraved around them also shone brightly at this moment, quickly dissolving and absorbing the battle qi that came from them.

"Wow, Uncle Shi Yong is amazing. A group of little kids were far away, staring at the battle between the two with a pair of innocent eyes.

Between the flickering black and gray light, Zhong Peng's sturdy body ejected, making a mark on the ground.

"Boss, I still can't beat you. Zhong Peng shook his arm, which was a little numb from the impact, and said with a smile.

Shi Yong laughed and said, "Zhong Peng, your gray aura is just not yet hot, but I didn't expect that you guy can already be able to vaporize bones, don't run away next time you meet Miss Xiaoju." ”

Zhong Peng's resolute face turned red, and he said, "Boss, you still say me, aren't you more afraid of Miss Xiaoju?"

Shi Yong's old face darkened, and the black sword in his hand flung forward, and a foot-long sword spurted out, pointing at Zhong Peng's lower limbs, "Fart." When did Lao Tzu ever be afraid of that girl. ”

Zhong Peng laughed and moved sideways, dodging Shi Yong's blow, and said, "Boss, it's not too late to wait for Miss Xiaoju to come." ”

Shout!

A red ray pierced the sky and appeared on the martial arts training ground, with jet-black hair, a thin waist, and a red suit, who else would it be if it wasn't Mu Xiaoju.

"Just now, who said they were going to compare with me?"

The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and Mu Xiaoju's beautiful eyes with a little red glow slowly swept over everyone on the field. There was a hint of indifference in his eyes. Everyone who was seen by Mu Xiaoju lowered their heads involuntarily, and their footsteps moved slightly towards the periphery of the martial arts training ground.

For this little evil star, everyone doesn't dare to provoke.

"Zhong Peng, it's just right, you came to practice with me, let my sister try how well you practiced your gray and dark qi?"

Mu Xiaoju's body moved, and she had already come to Zhong Peng, and a pair of slender hands glowing red and crystal were grabbed at Zhong Peng's shoulder.

Whew!

Zhong Peng's figure jumped away from afar, looking at the broken gray silver armor on his shoulders in shock. exclaimed: "Sister Xiaoju, you, have you broken through to the Battle King?"

Before the words fell, Shi Yong's face on one side also changed greatly. As soon as his neck shrunk, he was ready to slip away. Just kidding, Mu Xiaoju used the strength of the nine-star warrior to run around at the beginning, but now she has reached the rank of war king, which is even more incredible. I'm afraid that apart from a few elders and patriarchs, there is really no one here who is her opponent.

"Captain Shi Yong, why did you leave. Since you're here, you can go up together and practice with me. Mu Xiaoju chuckled.

Shi Yong turned around and said with a straight face: "Sister Xiaoju, I'm really sorry, I still have some things to deal with, so I won't accompany you, it's enough to have Zhong Peng, go first." ”

At the moment when Shi Yong was about to take a step, a piercing alarm suddenly sounded around the Dala tribe, and a faint black light quickly shot from a distance, and then turned into figures standing quietly outside the gate of the Dala tribe.

On the robes of those figures, a palm-sized black tiger head was printed, but the eyes were scarlet.

"It's not good, it's from the Youhu tribe, Zhong Peng, quickly lead the teams to meet the enemy, and bring all those children to the backfield. Shi Yong commanded in a deep voice, his face was pale but not chaotic at all.

"Sister Xiaoju, I'm sorry, I really don't have time now. Shi Yong arched his hand at Mu Xiaoju, his figure flashed, and he was already rushing towards the door.

Mu Xiaoju's eyebrows frowned slightly, her body was like fire, and she followed Shi Yong closely.

As the alarm sounded, the entire Dala tribe moved, and one after another men with strong aura held various sharp blades from all over the pavilions, and their eyes swept away with scarlet eyes.

The calm was shattered in an instant.

......

Outside the purple-red gate, there were five or six hundred figures standing proudly, their figures covered by wide black cloaks. In front of him, the two-meter-tall ghost tiger held a giant sawtooth stick that was taller than him and more than a foot thick, and a pair of fierce eyes stared fiercely at the purple-red gate in front of him, with a lingering aura and momentum.

"Oh, Brother Ghost, I don't know why you're here in person. ”

Lang's laughter came from afar, and the next moment, Mu Kun's figure was already standing on top of the arrow tower, smiling brightly, as if he had seen a good friend who had been friends for a long time.

With the appearance of Mu Kun, the space behind him also continued to hear the sound of breaking the sky, and then one after another black-clothed old men and big men appeared one after another, looking at the hundreds of people in front of them, everyone's eyes were full of anger, and there was a gurgling sound between their fists.

"Hmph, Mu Kun, don't talk nonsense, the black tiger died in your hands, how can this account be calculated?" The ghost tiger snorted coldly, and stomped on the ground with a long sawtooth stick in his hand, and the solid ground collapsed like bean dregs quickly into a deep hole, the hole was round and smooth, without the slightest crack or burr.

Mu Kun's eyes narrowed slightly, a cold glow flashed, and finally put away his smile, and said coldly: "Ghost Tiger, as for the Black Tiger, I can only say I'm sorry, but I'm really sorry, the Black Tiger was not killed by my Dara tribe, presumably everyone present at the time saw it clearly, the mysterious man just shot and killed the Black Tiger, and never said anything to us from beginning to end." ”

"Fart!"

The ghost tiger glared at him and scolded angrily, "Mu Kun, I'm too lazy to rub my tongue with you, hand over the people, otherwise I will level your tribe today." ”

"Hahaha. ”

Mu Kunlang laughed, his eyes were completely cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Ghost Tiger, it's really a big breath, you and I have been fighting for more than a hundred years, and even your father can't break it, just rely on you, a little black tiger whose hair hasn't grown yet?"

"If you fart, Lao Tzu will let you see and understand, and the tiger roars and breaks the mountain stick. ”

The momentum of the ghost tiger rose sharply, holding the stick in his right hand, his left leg was frantically thrown out like a whip, kicking at the tail of the stick, his left hand was held horizontally in the air, and his huge body was like a gluttonous giant tiger arching up quickly, and the next moment it was like a flash of lightning in an instant, and the sawtooth long stick was like a snake on the purple red giant gate that was ten feet high.

Rumble!

In the loud noise, the two purple-red giant doors weighing a thousand catties appeared directly from the middle of a huge round hole, the black light flickered, the round hole quickly became larger, just the blink of an eye, the giant door has turned into nothingness, and even the surrounding hard stone walls are a circle of black holes.

"Ghost Tiger, you are looking for death. ”

The gate was destroyed, what a shame this is, Mu Kun's face was pale at this time, his hands were crossed, and two black bone jade fans fanned out wildly, and a black hurricane with a hundred feet of magnitude was staggered like thunder and lightning, cutting through the space and rolling towards the ghost tiger.

The violent momentum pushed everyone away dozens of meters away, and there seemed to be a lot of deep black lightning shining in the hurricane, and the feeling was as if the entire air was penetrated in an instant, which made the scalp tingle.

Seeing Mu Kun make a move, the ghost tiger's eyes also flashed a trace of solemnity, in terms of strength, the ghost tiger is only a four-star war emperor, and Mu Kun has reached the five-star level, under the hard fight, the ghost tiger will suffer a little.

The sawtooth long stick was thrown horizontally behind him, and the body of the ghost tiger swelled up again at this moment, and a king-shaped pattern appeared on his forehead, the tiger roared and shook the mountains and forests, and the ghost tiger burst out all around his body, and the original fine black hair was like a steel needle in an instant.

The two patriarchs fought each other, and the momentum was naturally majestic, and the strong men on both sides were staring at the entangled hurricane in the air, and their hands were clenched tightly.

Boom!

The roar was accompanied by the roar of the tiger and swept wildly, and immediately in the stunned eyes of everyone, Mu Kun's figure retreated from the hurricane, his feet stepped out of the space, and the space behind him also collapsed rapidly.

The two fought, and Mu Kun actually fell behind, how could it be?

Seeing this scene, Yuan Chong, who was standing on top of the arrow tower, suddenly became gloomy.

Burst!

Spit out a mouthful of reverse blood, Mu Kun's pupils shrank, and he looked at the hurricane that was slowly dissipating, where there seemed to be two figures quietly emerging. (To be continued......)