After Red Sleeves rushed into the water curtain, he saw that the surroundings were covered with extremely fierce whirlpool waves, sweeping the sky and the earth, and pounced on Red Sleeves.

The red-sleeved face was calm, and the Dinghai needle in his hand was thrown again, turning into a bright thorn of light, breaking up all the whirlpool waves that were set off one by one.

The water curtain fell with a bang, and then gathered together again, forming a crystal dragon that was a kilometer long, roaring to the sky, and rushing over with teeth and claws again.

Red Sleeves calmly responded, and threw the Dinghai needle in his hand again, the light flashed, and stabbed the crystal dragon dozens of times in a row, finally disintegrating the dragon and turning into a scattered water curtain again.

I saw a white dot but followed the rain curtain to fall, and it was actually an old man with a childish face and crane hair, under the cover of layers of water curtains, trying to escape.

The red sleeves' eyes were quite sharp, and he could see the old man who fled to the lake at a glance, and the Dinghai needle shot straight out, straight to the back of the old man's head.

"Hugh has to hurt Mr. Qin!"

An exclamation sounded, and I saw a sword light falling from the sky, slashing towards the red-sleeved Tianling Gai, like a flash of thunder, extremely fast.

Red Sleeves didn't look up at it, as if he knew that the other party couldn't hurt him, and controlled the Dinghai needle to continue chasing the old man.

Just when the sword was about to touch the red sleeve, a touch of domineering spirit that broke the world came out, and the cross-shaped sword light rose to the sky, and it collided with the sword more than a dozen times, forcing it back.

Yang Tianhua's burly and upright body appeared in mid-air, holding a war knife in his hand, looking like he was going to fight heaven and earth.

When the sword retreated and dissipated, a slender and straight figure appeared, a young man less than thirty years old, with a jade face and delicate eyes, eyes like autumn water, and a white sword robe dancing in the wind, indescribably elegant.

This person is the leader of the Wind Soul Tribe, Yu Typhoon.

"Your opponent is me!"

Yang Tianhua roared angrily, and the war knife in his hand danced wildly, forming a violent storm, and a huge cross sword slashed across the sky and earth, slashing towards the other party.

"Hurricane Sword Technique!"

The sword technique in the hand of the typhoon turned, and the violent qi could be on a par with Yang Tianhua's fight, and the wind danced, gathering a fierce sword technique, confronting its domineering cross sword head-on, and countless sword lights and sword shadows flashed between heaven and earth.

The Canghai Great Array was broken, Jing Wuxue and several other elders also followed, and several martial artists from the Xuanling Realm also flew out from the Wind Soul Tribe, and everyone was in a scuffle.

The red sleeves chased the old man into the lake, and the Dinghai needle was the nemesis of all water attribute exercises, and the old man fought with the red sleeves for more than a dozen moves, and was restrained by the other party everywhere, so he could only turn around and continue to flee.

The old man's cultivation is in the middle of the Xuanling Realm, but he is only good at formations, and fighting alone is not his specialty, so even if the red sleeves don't have the Dinghai Needle in his hand, he won't have much upper hand, not to mention that the Dinghai Needle is still his natural nemesis.

The chase speed of the red sleeves was extremely fast, and he saw that his body flashed, and a beautiful 'starlight flash' instantly caught up with the old man, grabbed his shirt, and held the Dinghai needle in his right hand, against his neck: "Old thing, you are moving to try!"

The old man was supported by the red sleeves, and he didn't panic too much, but just sighed and said: "This is the will of heaven, little girl, if you want to do it, do it!"

"The old thing didn't expect you to be quite heroic, I won't kill you, follow me!"

Red Sleeves pointed at the old man's dantian, sealed his cultivation for a while, and then grabbed him and rushed towards the lake.

Yang Tianhua and the typhoon battle is more than fifty moves, although the typhoon is not Yang Tianhua's opponent under the hard fight, but immediately change the sword style, with skillful opponents, wandering between the world and the earth, with ease, although at a disadvantage, but can be invincible, so that Yang Tianhua is very tricky, the strength can not be used, and time can not defeat it.

At this moment, the red sleeves lifted the old man to the surface of the lake, put the Dinghai needle on the other party's neck, and said in a cold voice: "If you want your Qin Xian's life to die, you will disarm me and surrender!"

Yu Typhoon's face changed drastically, and he immediately stopped fighting with Yang Tianhua, and immediately stopped the movements of his subordinates, then looked at Red Sleeves and said, "Woman, don't hurt Mr. Qin if you have something to say!"

Although Mr. Qin's strength is ordinary, the formation he arranged is extremely mysterious, and he has defeated a lot of strong enemies for the Wind Soul Tribe, even if the Six-Star Tribe comes to attack, he is also rejected by Mr. Qin's formation, so the typhoon has great respect and respect for Mr. Qin, if he loses Mr. Qin, it will be equivalent to breaking his arms.

"I can let him go, but you must surrender with your men and promise to submit to our little holy tribe!"

Red Sleeves snapped.

Yu Feng clenched his fists as if he was struggling, but in the end he nodded and said, "Okay, as long as you don't hurt Mr. Qin, I promise you to surrender!"

"It's so enjoyable!"

Red Sleeves replied and retreated Mr. Qin towards the typhoon.

"Mr. Qin, you have suffered!"

The typhoon unraveled Zhenyuan for Mr. Qin and said.

Mr. Qin shook his head and said, "No, it's me who has caused the leader!"

Yu Feng said: "Sir has lifted the siege of my Wind Soul Tribe countless times, if there is no Mr. here, the Wind Soul Tribe will no longer exist, Sir is in trouble, even if he loses the entire Wind Soul Tribe, what does it matter!"

Then the typhoon looked at the red sleeves again and said, "You just handed over the person so happily, aren't you afraid that I will regret it?"

The red sleeves did not change his face and said: "Your Excellency is a person who values love and righteousness, I believe that you will not break your word, of course, even if you break your word, if we fight again, do you think you have a chance of winning?"

Yu Feng shook his head, and then said solemnly: "Yes, the strength of your Little Saint Tribe is indeed much better than ours, and now that the Great Array of Canghai has been broken, we no longer have the strength to compete with you, seeing that you are so bold, what does it matter if I lead the Wind Soul Tribe to surrender to you!"

"Okay, victory is not arrogant or defeated, it is a man, I really didn't misunderstand you, with the addition of your Wind Soul Tribe, now the power of our Little Saint Tribe is comparable to the Six-Star Tribe!"

Yang Tianhua stepped forward and patted the typhoon's shoulder and said happily.

After the Wind Soul Tribe surrendered to the Little Sage Tribe, its strength rose again, and the scale of the tribe was unimaginably wide, and the inhabitants of the tribe had reached hundreds of millions, and the number of troops had reached millions.

After that, the expansion of the tribe stopped, because it had almost reached the limit of what Yang Tianhua could do, and now the Little Sage Tribe was also considered a top existence among the six-star tribes, but it was not enough to shout with the seven-star tribe, after all, the seven-star tribes all had warriors from the summit realm.

Yang Tianhua reported the battle situation to Xiao Fan at the headquarters of the Little Sage Tribe, and then stationed on Wind Soul Island with heavy troops, waiting for Xiao Fan's order.

Thousands of miles away, on top of a towering foothill, stands a huge crimson palace, which is extremely magnificent.

On a luxurious throne in the palace, there was a man sitting with his eyes closed, the man's face was about thirty years old, his long hair hung down like his waist, his skin was as fair as a woman's, extremely charming, and his fiery red robe was quite dazzling.

The palace echoed with the sound of slow footsteps, and I saw a delicate and tall woman walking in, the woman's appearance was about twenty years old, the phoenix eyes turned into purple eyeliner, a long silver hair, and the plump twin peaks on the chest trembled between the swaying of the delicate body, full of fatal temptation.

"See the Emperor!"

The woman bowed her hand slightly and shouted respectfully.

The man who was called the Emperor of the People was a bewitching man, and he slowly opened his eyes: "Yo, who am I, it turned out to be the Red Man Ning Rui Fairy next to the Emperor, I haven't seen you for many days and I am much more beautiful, no wonder the Emperor likes you so much!

"The Emperor of the People laughed!"

Ning Rui said expressionlessly: "I don't know if the Human Emperor still remembers the Little Saint Tribe that was wiped out by us seventy years ago!"

The Emperor nodded and said: "Naturally remember, that is the record of our Emperor tribe in the first battle, back then, I and the Emperor of the Earth did not break through the Gathering Peak Realm, only the Emperor alone fought fiercely with the leader of the Little Saint Tribe for three days and three nights, and finally killed the leader of the Little Saint Tribe, but the Emperor was also seriously injured, and then I and the Emperor spent several months to exterminate the Little Saint Tribe, almost uprooted, even ordinary clansmen We have never let go of a single person, think about the scene back then It was really too painful to kill!"

Ning Rui continued: "Although the grass has been cut and eradicated back then, there are still many small fish that have survived, and their roots have not been completely broken!"

"What do you mean?"

The Human Emperor frowned slightly and asked, although the Emperor Tribe finally won the victory, but the ruthlessness of the Little Sage Tribe still made him remember it vividly, although their leader was killed, but they would rather stand to the end than surrender, and even launched a suicidal attack, and many elite troops of the Emperor Tribe were wiped out, and because of this, the Emperor Tribe had no choice but to slaughter the entire clan of the Little Sage Tribe.

"According to the news, a few days ago on the northern border, a one-star tribe called the Little Saint Tribe rose strongly, and it only took half a year to develop into a six-star tribe, and the Emperor suspects that there may be warriors from the Juding Realm in their tribe, and if it continues like this, it will threaten us!"

Ning Rui said.

"It's a joke to threaten us, can our Emperor Tribe still talk to the same day now? We have become an eight-star tribe, belonging to the top existence of the Heavenly Evil Continent, and will be threatened by a one-star tribe that has just developed? It's a big joke, besides, even if there were fish that slipped through the net back then, they were just some ordinary clansmen outside, how could they grow into masters of the Gathering Peak Realm in just a few decades, I think most of them are the same name, not the little saint tribe we destroyed back then!"

The emperor suddenly got up, and a kingly demeanor emerged spontaneously.

"The Emperor said, it's better to be careful, and I hope to invite the Emperor to go in person, whether it is the little holy tribe back then, and first strangle them before the climate is at this time!"

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