The moonlight is white, the sky is peaceful, and there is a star in the distance that shyly covers his face.

The scenery on the ground is just the opposite of the night sky, most of these civilians are from the mainland, they have been imprisoned by the Huns for a long time, they may also think about their fate, but when death really comes, no one can take it calmly!

Seeing that someone was dead, the crowd suddenly stirred, and they began to flee in all directions, but dozens of Hun soldiers had already prepared their clubs, and the fierce Huns took the non-lethal weapons and struck them heavily at the fleeing crowd.

After a while, the screams suddenly rang out, one after another, and the crying was staggering, how could these unarmed civilians be the opponents of the Huns.

In the eyes of the Huns, they were a flock of lambs to the slaughter, and in just half a minute, the people were driven back by the Hun guards again, and the riot stopped at this moment, and everyone looked at the Hun leader and the white-robed priest on the stage with anxiety.

Lin Xu and Zhu Yeqing glanced at each other, neither of them moved from the commotion just now, perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, the two of them were frightened, but only they knew the intention.

Zhu Yeqing slowly walked to Lin Xu's side, and she said in a low voice, "Do you see it?"

"Hmm!"

Lin Xu nodded like pounding garlic, and after half a sound, his emotions were eased: "Sacrifice, this is probably the most criticized blood ritual!"

Lin Xu had fought with the Huns many times, and he naturally knew some of the Huns' methods, the southern grasslands were often regarded as a desolate land by the mainlanders, although they were both humans, but the Huns were not accepted by the mainstream forces of the mainland.

And the reason why they are not recognized by the mainland is because of the barbarism of the Huns, the martial arts of the Huns are extremely cruel, and they often temper their martial arts by sucking people's lives, such as the Silver Moon Scimitar in Zhuang Fan's hand now, it is the Hun Balu relying on a hundred lives as the foundation of casting, but these are simply different from the "blood ritual" in Lin Xu's mouth, because the human life required for blood rituals is at least in ten thousand units.

The corpses on the stage had not been cleaned up by the Huns in time, and the blood flowed obliquely from the stage to the ground, looking at the painful expressions of those people when they were dying, Zhu Yeqing's face turned pale: "Blood ritual, it is an extremely complicated process even in the grassland, this is ...... We need the consent of the three tribes!"

Hearing Zhu Yeqing's words, Lin Xu nodded silently, he knew Zhu Yeqing's worries, the blood ritual would require at least tens of thousands of lives, and with so many lives, where could the small tribe of Wuyu be able to bear it, without the acquiescence of the three major tribes, this kind of blood ritual activity would definitely not be successful!

Lin Xuhuan looked at it for a week, and then said solemnly: "I'm afraid that among other tribes, the same thing should have happened one after another!"

There are only a few hundred people here, which is not remarkable among the tens of thousands of blood rituals, and if the blood rituals are to succeed, they have to rely on the various tribes of the southern steppe to share this number.

Seeing that the silence around him had returned to death, the corners of the white-robed divine envoy's mouth pulled into a sarcastic smile, and he shouted at Wu Yu: "Chief, let's hurry up, I have to rush to the next tribe early tomorrow!"

"Okay!"

Hearing the words of the white-robed divine envoy, Wu Yu didn't dare to slack off, he waved his hand and let the soldiers carry away the corpse in front of him, and the killing was still the same!

Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience did not dare to look at the Hun soldiers, they were afraid that they would be picked and become the next ghost under the knife.

Seeing this, Lin Xu slowly moved forward through the crowd, Lin Xu was not a hero, nor was he a saint, but like this blatant massacre scene, Lin Xu still couldn't accept it, thinking about it, Lin Xu felt that it was still necessary to stop this massacre!

"Who's that, come here!"

Lin Xu had just taken a few steps forward, and before he could reach the front, he was suddenly dragged out by a Hun soldier.

Soon, Lin Xu and more than a dozen other people were selected, the selected people had no dead faces, and the faces of those who were not selected were a little more happy, and human nature was perfectly interpreted here.

Seeing that Lin Xu had quietly stepped forward, Zhu Yeqing took a few steps back quietly, she knew that there would be a pot of porridge here in a while, Lin Xu had long wanted to kill these Huns, and when the tiger came out of the cage, it would definitely cry blood.

"Let's get started!"

The white-robed divine envoy said coldly: "Leader Wuyu, let's speed up a little more by the way, your task has been completed quite well, after I return to the royal court, I will definitely want to clarify your hard work, next time, your tribe will be stationed in the most fertile land!"

"Good!"

Hearing the words of the white-robed divine envoy, Wu Yu's face was overjoyed: "The great kindness of the divine envoy, I Wu Yu will never forget it!"

Lin Xu stood on the stage and loosened his muscles, and when he heard the conversation between the two, he sneered and smiled, tonight he was going to let the leader of this small tribe experience the feeling of having his dreams shattered.

Whether or not this white-robed god envoy can go back alive depends on Lin Xu's wishes, in a word, the final interpretation is all owned by Lin Xu.

Lin Xu stepped on the ground with one foot, and the spiritual power of the strange wind was centered on Lin Xu, and it spread out in all directions, and after a while, a chaotic Taiji diagram rose behind Lin Xu.

The surrounding coercion came to the wind, Lin Xu held it in his left hand, and the four "Zhu Xian" swords seemed to have received Lin Xu's order, with a "hum" sound, they shook the tips of the swords in unison, and then returned to Lin Xu's side with a "whoosh".

The four "Zhu Xian" swords perfectly fit in Lin Xu's domain, and they rotated around Lin Xu at high speed, and the sound they emitted was like a heavy machine.

Sword domain into it!

Seeing that the four weapons that belonged to him flew away out of thin air, the white-robed divine envoy was furious: "Who are you?"

At this moment, Lin Xu was extremely calm, he didn't answer and asked, "What am I? You want to take my weapon away, have you asked me about this master?"

The "Zhu Xian" sword has been following Lin Xu for a long time, they have lived and died together all the way, and they have been in danger many times, and now they feel Lin Xu's call, how can there be any reason to refuse.

In the final analysis, these four swords are Lin Xu's "Zhuxian" swords after all, and when it was still a Canglong Embroidered Stone, it came to this continent with Lin Xu.

Seeing that the four artifacts flew away, Wu Yu suddenly realized that he didn't care who the owner of these swords was, but if this blood ritual activity was not successful, then his tribe would be doomed.

Thinking of what happened to his people, Wu Yu's heart surged up with a vicious anger, and he said with a stiff face, "Come on, quickly take down this madman, Hugh has to let him be presumptuous!"

As soon as Wu Yu's words fell, dozens of soldiers rushed up to the stage around him, holding long knives, their faces were hideous, and they were full of fierce looks.

"Hehe......"

Seeing this, Lin Xu smiled, only to see several sword lights flashing, and the sky suddenly lit up with a bright light, many Hun soldiers only felt that their eyes were flickering, and before they could blink their eyes, Lin Xu's sword qi had already crossed their chests, and for a while, the flesh and blood were blurred, and some Hun soldiers directly lost their breath.

"How daring!"

Seeing this scene, many Hun powerhouses were furious, and when they heard a few hurried footsteps, four Hun powerhouses jumped into Lin Xu's side from different directions.

"Ahh

These Hun powerhouses didn't say a word, and after landing on the stage, their bodies rushed towards Lin Xu like an aurora.

These people are all earth-level powerhouses, they may be the top combat power of this tribe, but for Lin Xu, they are just a few "earth-level monsters".

"Whoosh!"

A few more sword lights flashed, but unlike the previous blow, this time the sword light was much more dazzling.

"Bang, bang~"

These four earth-level powerhouses fell to the ground again, their faces pale and slightly frightened!

Ruthless, efficient, this is what a strong man should look like! Lin Xu's back shook everyone's hearts.

Seeing the death of these four people, Lin Xu didn't feel half proud in his heart, if he couldn't even handle a few powerhouses in the middle and early stages of the ground level, then he would be too embarrassed to be at the peak of the ground level.

Seeing his subordinates dying one after another, Wu Yu was already furious; "Maniac, Lao Tzu must make your life worse than death!"

Thinking that he Wu Yu has been working hard for the entire tribe since he succeeded to the position of leader, and at this moment, the revival is imminent, but his followers have fallen beside him, which makes Wu Yu acceptable.

Wu Yu quickly mobilized his spiritual power, a hot spiritual power was transferred from Wu Yu's Baihui point to his right hand, Wu Yu pulled out his weapon, and the red spiritual power lingered on Wu Yu's long knife, Wu Yu's body was in the air, and he slashed down at Lin Xu with the momentum of a tiger descending the mountain.

Lin Xu's face was expressionless, but he was a little surprised in his heart, he originally thought that this small tribe leader would be an ordinary peak of the ground level, but now it seems that Lin Xu himself has looked away!

However, it still doesn't work!

Lin Xu held his sword to greet him, the weapons of the two wiped out dazzling sparks in the air, "ping-pong", Wu Yu's heart sank, and when he attacked again, he found that Lin Xu had already raised his left hand, seeing this scene, Wu Yu was very prescient, his body was slightly on one side, and then his feet fell to the ground like stepping on floating clouds.

But how could Lin Xu do what he wanted, Lin Xu also knew the truth that the thief captured the king first, although this tribe was not big, but if Lin Xu did not solve Wu Yu in time, this matter would also become very troublesome.

"Whew!"

Lin Xu's weapon made a piercing sound on the ground, Lin Xu's body shook, Wu Yu felt a cold wind coming, and seeing a black shadow behind him, Wu Yu quickly turned around and stabbed back, but Lin Xu's speed was faster than him, and before Wu Yu turned around, Lin Xu slapped his palm on Wu Yu's back.

The heart-rending pain hit, Wu Yu's stomach turned over the river and the sea, and his body was no longer under his control at this moment, "Oh, oh, kick~", Wu Yu staggered and retreated.

"Die!"

Seeing this, Lin Xu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, the tricks between masters must not be half a point wrong, Wu Yu fell behind in the last round, and in Lin Xu's eyes, he was already dead.

Lin Xu rushed towards Wu Yu with his sword, wanting to make up for the last sword.

But at this moment, Lin Xu felt that his body seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he hurriedly looked up to the other side.

That's the position of the white-robed oracle!

PS: July is over, August is well, how I hope the old readers will return!