In the boundless rocky wasteland outside Beicun, a team of more than 100 riders, like meteors catching the moon, stepped on the ground and left traces, and went straight to the direction of Beicun.

Under their crotch were frost-white foals, their manes floating like a wave, their hooves flying, and their bodies were black and swelling, and their bodies were black and agitated, and gold was rattling in the wind. They were hunched down, their eyes staring ahead like lightning, and their momentum was not looking back. In the short shouting, "driving", "driving", "driving", rushing forward like a torrent, cold and capable.

There was one person who looked different. The man was a young man, with a white face, and what was more striking was his long white hair, fluttering like a silver snake. He took the lead, a horse's head faster than his side, and the king was generally a supporter of the left and right, and he was majestic.

"Drive!"

A jet-black horsewhip in his hand slammed the frost horse's buttocks, and with a clamp between his legs, the young man's mount suddenly hurried even more. The sound of clattering horses' hooves became the raindrops of the rain.

"Young City Lord, there is Beicun in front!"

Beside him, an angular square-faced knight followed nearly half of a horse's head, shouting in the wind.

Hearing this, the young man waved the black horsewhip in his hand violently, shrunk into a ball and clenched it in his hand, and held it high in the air.

"Unbridled ~~~"

Immediately, the hundred horsemen behind him pulled the reins in unison, and stopped galloping behind the young man. From extreme movement to extreme stillness, only for a moment, without a trace of mess, people and the mounts under them are like one.

"Are you staring?" the boy asked coldly, and without looking back, he looked at the unobstructed North Village.

"Don't worry, young city lord, he can't run, keep an eye on it!" replied, looking at the young man in front of him with awe.

The young man's name is Wang Lingfeng, he is the young city lord of the Holy City, he is already powerful, and he has recently awakened the rare stabbing soul "Bai Xuan", and his future is simply immeasurable.

The boy nodded slightly, but his mind suddenly drifted to a month ago.

At that time, in order to awaken the soul assassination, he entered the Apocalypse Underground Palace with the Apocalypse Sacrifice. Although there were twists and turns, in the end, I succeeded in awakening, and if things had ended here, there would not have been many twists and turns that would have been stirred up later.

But in the power of awakening, there is an amazing news. This news is related to the inheritance of the Apocalypse, a inheritance that all human martial artists will covet. Even if it was just a potential possibility, he had no doubt that once it was leaked, it would attract some kind of strong people to watch.

However, the Apocalypse Sacrifice said that before him, someone had taken away the first inheritance power that belonged to him! He didn't know how that person hid in the Apocalypse Underground Palace, and even asked all the Seven Cities Sacrifice, but there was not a trace of clues. But he knew that the man, like him, had received news of the power of awakening.

A great opportunity to obtain the inheritance of the Apocalypse was ruined by an inexplicable person!

"It's the eighth!" he muttered in distraction, "I hope this last stop will be rewarding!"

The horsewhip patted the horse's neck, and the team of 100 people pressed towards Kitamura. For this small village, they are like masters of fate.

......

At the entrance of Beicun Village, the horse with a broken arm looked east anxiously to the south. The afternoon sunlight made him squint slightly, and his restlessness surged. It wasn't until in the eyes of the gap that a dense large number of knights suddenly appeared, riding the wind, that Ma Xiangdong was immediately shocked, and he didn't feel a trace of malaise.

"It's coming!"

Looking at the majestic figure like a divine soldier descending from the sky, Ma Xiangdong was full of envy and secretly swallowed his saliva.

Amid the sound of horses' hooves, the white-haired boy slowly stopped. The square-faced knight on the side took a few steps forward, looked at Ma Xiangdong and said coldly: "Ma Xiangdong, lead the way quickly." If you recognize someone, you can't miss your benefits!"

"Don't worry, my lord, I've been keeping an eye on him!" the horse nodded to the east.

He secretly looked at the white-haired boy who was high on horseback and did not squint, and immediately felt that there was a big stone in his chest, and he was a little out of breath.

"This is the young city lord of the Holy City!" his heart was inexplicably excited. His elder brother, who was in the Holy City's quasi-guard, had told him how many times he had told him about the majesty of these clans, but he never thought that he would be able to see them one day!

For the people in the village, the young lord of the holy city is like the legendary hero Mahatma, which makes people revered and admired. Moreover, he saw Tianjiao's extraordinary bearing so closely.

Ma Xiangdong thought to himself, compared with this silver-haired and flowing son of heaven, it seems that Mo Liang has no brilliance at all. Even Mo Liang's father, who had only heard of his name and had not seen him, the glorious Mahatma, was afraid that it would be difficult for him to have such a momentum.

And what made his heart flutter was that Mo Liang had offended this proud son of heaven who could crush their entire village with a touch of his fingers!

"Look at how you die this time!" Ma Xiangdong cursed with great resentment in his heart, and even a cold light flashed in his obedient eyes.

The strange-looking horse looked eastward, making the square-faced knight frown, and shouted, "Hurry up and lead the way!"

Ma Xiangdong's body immediately shook, remembering the hundred iron knights in front of him who made him frightened, and hurriedly ran towards the village, "Follow me." ”

The Frost Horse Knight did not dismount or remove his armor, turned into a white dragon, followed the galloping horse to the east, and rode in.

Pedal ~ Pedal ~ Pedal ~Pedal ~

The small road in the village, which was not spacious, immediately billowed with smoke and dust, and thunder sounded. Suddenly, the villagers were all shocked, and they looked at each other.

And the horse ran to the east, and was not much slower than the foal. His expression was full of excitement and pride, and the panicked and frightened gazes of the people made his heart fly.

......

In the stone shop, Mo Liang carefully carved the maple in his hand. Compared to the original, the maple wood has been several circles smaller, but the carving of the old man's appearance is becoming more and more vivid.

Suddenly, he tilted his ears and slowly stopped.

The North Village is not big, and since a hundred knights entered the village, it was enough to alarm the entire village.

Dada~Dada~ The sound of horses' hooves became clearer and clearer, and even the tools on the side of the board began to tremble slightly, and the earth shook.

As the tremors grew stronger and stronger, an exclamation came from outside, and Mo Liang stood up.

"Mo Liang, I know you're in there!

Ma Xiao was already ringing almost in his ears, and when he heard Ma Xiangdong's rampant shout, Mo Liangwu frowned. He suddenly thought that Ma Xiangdong was often quietly monitoring him, could it be premeditated? However, listening to this movement is not small, what moves does this guy have?

Walking out of the side hall and seeing the frost-white horses, Mo Liang immediately felt refreshed. This foal is extraordinary at first glance. He had a vague premonition in his heart that things might not be as simple as he thought.

When he saw Ma Xiangdong and others in the main hall, Ma Xiangdong also stared at him. The condensed fist slammed, and he smiled fiercely: "He came out." ”

Mo Liang stepped out of the stone shop and saw a full hundred majestic knights and warriors, and he immediately knew that this was definitely not something that could be done by Ma Xiangdong.

These martial artists, their eyes swept over with a faint coldness, making him feel a lot of pressure in his heart.

With the sense of qi of the four grades of ink, Mo Liang faintly noticed that these people were all powerhouses of the Qi Sea Realm, which were absolute powerhouses that the entire Beicun did not have. Any one of them can dominate the North Village, and there are a hundred such people here.

As the knights surrounded the stone shop, many ordinary people in the village also timidly and quietly paid attention to it.

Next to the stone shop is the North Village Guard Camp. After Mo Liang appeared, the door of the guard camp was wide open, and the guards of more than ten northern villages also appeared. They are all masters of the fourth grade of ink and the fifth grade of ink, and they are among the best in Beicun on weekdays, but at this moment, they are immediately shorter in front of these knights.

"You're Mo Liang?"

Among the knights, a young man paced slowly, looking at Mo Liang from above and asked.

Mo Liang's gaze then fixed on the white-haired young man. The young man's face was white and handsome, and his silver hair made him a little evil, which he could almost remember at a glance. And from the servants around him, he knows that his identity is by no means idle. But at this moment, Mo Liang thought about it all over his head, and he couldn't think of what intersection he had with him?

It can be seen that this young man is by no means kind.

In particular, the look on his heights, like looking at a prisoner, made Mo Liang's conscience feel even more unhappy.

"Mo Liang, do you know who is asking you?It's the young city lord of the Holy City, Wang Lingfeng, Young Master Wang! You dare to frown and try......" Ma Xiangdong roared violently. He couldn't wait to teach Mo Liang a lesson for the young city lord on the spot, and at this moment, he didn't even dare to move the guards of Beicun, let alone mention Mo Liang.

But Wang Lingfeng didn't seem to appreciate it. Ma Xiangdong's face was full of ruthlessness, and Wang Lingfeng flicked the whip behind him, and slapped it on Ma Xiangdong's back with a snap, and it was immediately a blood-red mark.

"Did I ask you?"

The indifferent and cold questioning made Ma Xiangdong break out in a cold sweat, clenching his fists in pain and not daring to say anything.

And Mo Liang's heart immediately sank. This boy has such a domineering temper!