At this moment, there was a thunderous sound behind him, and Sarut suddenly stopped and turned around, only to see a figure in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a strange young man walked forward, his white clothes dancing, and his deep eyes exuded a chill that made people shudder.

Everywhere they passed, Dorago's soldiers all felt a monstrous coercion, as if they were resisting a thousand catties of weight on their shoulders, their faces were pale and breathless, their bodies couldn't stop bending, and the ground that their feet stepped on made a cracking sound, faintly cracked.

"Dora Country, Fanged Legion." Yebei's footsteps did not stop, and it was difficult to hide the killing intent with a gloomy word.

There is no need to ask, it can be seen from the wolf tooth on the neck of the other party.

"Who are you?"

Salut's eyes were terrified, his face was suddenly nervous, and the coercion emanating from the other party's body made him unbearable at all, if he hadn't endured it in one breath, at this time, he would have already fallen down.

As a high-level martial artist, he can feel that this is the coercion of the god of war.

God of War level, how could such a big man suddenly come to this remote place where birds don't.

"Overseas warriors, trespassers in the mansion, die!"

As soon as the words fell, with a wave of coercion coming out, Sarut instantly spurted out a mouthful of thick blood, and his knees fell to his knees suddenly, and the sound of bone cracking made people can't help but feel numb on the scalp.

"War, God of War, spare your life......"

Sarut's eyes were full of blood, and his muscles were bulging, and he resisted the coercion with all his might.

Yebei glanced at it and found that there were nearly a thousand people in the fanged legion in the field.

Located on the border, coupled with the continuous towering mountains, due to the special geographical environment, it is difficult for these smugglers to be eliminated even if the Temple of the Western Frontier is guarded.

If it were an ordinary person, Yebei would not ask, and today's stowaways are all warriors.

He ...... He is a man in the Temple of the Gods!! ”

Kneeling beside Sarut, a man pointed to Yebei, trembling all over, his eyes full of fear.

Just because he saw a familiar logo, on the dancing white clothes, a dragon head embroidered with gold thread was particularly eye-catching.

Although they are from Dora, they can border Huaxia, and they are no strangers to this symbol.

But he didn't know what this golden silk dragon head embroidered on his body represented.

"North, North King, you are the North King!?"

Sarut raised his head with all his might, staring at the dancing dragon's head, his already pale face without blood at this time.

Unbeknownst to his subordinates, as the leader of the Fanged Legion, he knew that there was only one person in the world who could embroider this emblem on his body.

"Borrow your sword and use it." Yebei stared angrily ahead, and stretched out a hand without looking back.

The arrival of Yebei had already put Agul in a circle, and at this time she was even more stunned, standing in a daze for a while.

Before he could react, the Qingshuang Sword in his hand came out of his hand, and in the next second, it had already fallen into the palm of the other party.

Yebei held the sword in one hand, without any superfluous movements, and the Qingshuang sword instantly shone brightly, slashing out horizontally in the air.

The sword blade pointed at no one was invincible, and they all spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground heavily.

Kill a thousand people with one sword.

For a while, a strong bloody aura covered the entire ancestral hall, and people couldn't help but be disgusted.

On the sword body, the true qi did not retreat, and the remaining blood was burned in an instant.

"This sword is not bad, take good care of it."

Yebei backhanded the sword and returned the Qingshuang sword.

Being able to withstand the awe-inspiring true qi he just now shows that this sword is by no means an ordinary weapon, and it should be from the hands of sword makers in ancient times.

Aguli mechanically reached out to take it, and under the white scarf, it was difficult to hide the shock.

Who the hell is this person? It's like a god descending from heaven.

The people of the Taar tribe were also stunned one by one, stunned in place, staring at the person who suddenly arrived.

Kill a thousand people with just one sword? This power is simply against the sky!

"Who is your patriarch? I have something to ask. Yebei turned to speak, his tone flat, as if nothing had happened just now.

The words fell, but no one spoke, and everyone had not recovered from the shock at all.

Yebei couldn't help frowning slightly, and asked again.

"Uh...... I am. ”

Aguli instinctively replied.

"Did you Tar lose a boy a few years ago, now seven or eight years old, called Xiaoshan?" Yebei asked directly.

Whether Xiaoshan is a member of the Taer tribe or not, Yebei does not dare to guarantee it 100%, who knows if other races and tribes will have the same logo, not to mention that the color on Xiaoshan's shoulder is also different from what he saw before.

If it wasn't here, then there was no need to bring Xiaoshan in, lest he be too disappointed.

"Boy? Hill? Aguli frowned and thought about it carefully.

Their tribe has been isolated for many years, and no one has gone out, let alone entered, in recent years.

After thinking for a while, Aguli shook her head, there was no boy named Xiaoshan in their tribe.

"Patriarch, could it be your brother Ayig?" Behind him, Gappal spoke.

According to the time calculation, the patriarch's younger brother is almost eight years old.

When Aguli heard this, her whole body was suddenly shocked, and a glimmer of hope suddenly flashed in her eyes, and it quickly dimmed in just one moment.

Her parents went out to look for her brother from the day she lost it, and she also asked her clansmen to keep searching, but after so many years, there was no news at all, and not only that, but the parents have not returned so far.

She dreamed countless times that her parents came back with their younger brother with a happy face, but when she woke up, she looked at the empty room, and the tearing feeling that poured into her heart in an instant made her cry.

As the patriarch of the Tar tribe, she was as cold as frost during the day, but at night, she was lonely and sleepless, and she cried until dawn for countless nights.

"That kid has the same mark on his shoulder as you, the Hidden Fire Grass."

Yebei glanced at the people around him, but all those with bare arms had the same mark as Xiaoshan.

Aguli raised her head suddenly, tears were already flashing in her eyes, she didn't care about the clan rules, she grabbed Yebei's arm with her white jade hand, and asked anxiously, "Where is the child?" ”

The Tahr are not allowed to come into contact with outsiders, even if it is a simple physical touch, which is a serious violation of the clan rules.

So, as time goes on, the population of the Tahr becomes smaller and smaller, and if they continue like this, they will perish without being invaded by others.

"You clean up, I'll bring him over."

The courtyard is littered with corpses, which makes Xiaoshan come over, which is obviously out of place.

……

In the corner outside the tribe's door, the hill remained unchanged, and if he didn't see Brother Yebei, he would never move a step.

And he can't move, in addition to preventing being attacked, if he wants to move, he must at least reach the realm of the Emperor Realm.

Just when the hill was anxious, I saw a familiar figure walking forward.