Long Capture Eagle is about to be seventy years old, which is a rare longevity among the men of the Great Snow Mountain, but he has not received a rare blessing: the body of the last grandson is placed in front of him, and the patriarch of Luoshenfeng has no successor since then.

The dragon snatched his hand and closed his grandson's eyes, stood up, and held the great sword long and wide with the same hand, which was protruding and wrinkled like a withered branch, and only those who came into contact with it knew that it was still full of strength.

He walked outside from the low, dimly lit room, which was the coldest season of the year in the snowy mountains, and his breath could freeze into ice, but he felt so hot that he almost wanted to strip naked and roll in the snow like he had done when he was young.

The sunlight reflected on the snow, and the dragon eagle narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath of cold and fresh air, and wondered if he could survive a day without the snow, his eyes swept over the faces of the few remaining clansmen, he recognized every face, could call out the name, and even said the year of birth.

There were more than 200 people standing in the snow, most of them women and old people, less than fifty young people who could pick up heavy swords, and only a few children.

The Falling God Peak, the length of the five peaks of the Great Snow Mountain, has declined like this, and even if the only grandson of the Dragon Capture Eagle is still alive, even if there are no piles of enemies outside to intercept them, they will fend for themselves in the barren valley, their bloodlines will freeze, and their heirs will never be extinguished.

The dragon snatched the eagle and raised the heavy sword high, he wanted to say a few words to boost morale, but seeing the silent and resolute eyes of the clansmen, he knew that there was no need to chatter, the sons of the Great Snow Mountain have always been bad at words, they are born to fight, even if there is only one person left, they will fight to the death, without the stimulation of good words and money.

"Hum uh-" The dragon eagle raised his head and let out a thick low moan from his chest, which was continuous and louder and louder.

First the men in the prime of life, then the old men and women, followed the old patriarch with their voices raised their heads, and the generous and compassionate dragon chant echoed between the valleys, and the aftermath lasted for a long time.

Another more powerful voice joined in, quickly overpowering the groans of everyone in the Falling God Peak, which was the roar of countless beast horns, as if thousands of troops were approaching.

The dragon snatched eagle and put down the heavy sword and waved at the crowd, and five children between the ages of six and ten came to the old patriarch, three men and two women, carrying a long sword about the same height in their hands, and their resolute expressions had proved their pure blood.

Five people, who were also five people when their ancestors entered the Great Snow Mountain hundreds of years ago, multiplied, and their descendants filled every habitable valley.

"Anyone can die, they can't die. The dragon snapped the eagle and said, this is a command, but also a kind of expectation and prayer.

The sound of trumpets outside the valley gradually stopped, and a group of swordsmen slowly approached, all wrapped in animal skins, and the broad heavy swords on their shoulders glittered in the sunlight, like a large moving iceberg, killing the last clansmen of Luoshen Peak.

Behind him were more than fifty main swordsmen, and then there were old men who could barely hold heavy swords, those swords were rusty, but they were still eager to be soaked in blood, and the women were holding straight single knives that weighed much lighter, and these knives had bled on the necks of the last few taming beasts in Luoshen Peak, and they could also poke holes in the enemy's body.

The five children remained at the end, and they tried to rush to the front, but were stopped by the adults, so they could only stand on the hillside and look down urgently.

There were three or four hundred swordsmen on the enemy side, all of them strong men, and the leader was a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in a large black animal skin, with a large and powerful chin, and his eyes were always squinting like those of the inhabitants of the Great Snow Mountain, and the heavy sword seemed to be light and fluttering in his hand.

The two groups of people stopped about fifty paces apart, and the terrain on the side of Luoshen Peak was slightly higher.

How many years have passed, and the melee of the Five Peaks Tribe of the Great Snow Mountain has finally ushered in the dawn of the end, and as the victor, Long Xiaoshi, the patriarch of Danduofeng, has a lot to say, "Put down the sword, and women and children under the age of ten can live." ”

"Do you want to be a slave to Danduofeng alive?" "Long Capture Eagle would rather go straight into battle, but in the Great Snow Mountain, there are some rules that must always be followed.

"The descendants of the five dragons will only be swordsmen, not slaves. ”

"Really, the missing children were taken by wild beasts?"

"Whoever took it wouldn't be me. ”

The dragon capture eagle looked back at the silent clansmen, and didn't understand what the use of saying these nonsense was there, so he raised his heavy sword with both hands and declared war, "Falling God Peak Dragon Capture Eagle, ask for war." ”

The old man walked with a steady step into the arena between the two groups of swordsmen, and in an instant his ambition was full, and the sword in his hand seemed to be much lighter.

Long Xiaoshi snorted coldly, he could order the swarm to wipe out the last force of the Falling God Peak, but he decided to follow the rules and let those who were skeptical see who was worthy of being the co-master of the five peaks of the Great Snow Mountain.

He himself will not play, and killing a dying old man will not bring him honor.

A swordsman in his twenties preemptively came out of the crowd, he was eager to kill the reputation of the patriarch of the Falling God Peak, to the point of desperation, if someone reminded him to be careful, he would be furious and turn his face with him, an old man who was about to be seventy years old, if he couldn't kill the enemy within ten moves, that was the most humiliating thing.

"I'm playing a lot of ......"

"Come on!"

The old man shouted, and the whole valley seemed to tremble, and the young swordsman's words came to an abrupt end, his face couldn't help but turn red, and he let out a low cry and rushed forward with his sword.

The dragon snatched the eagle and calculated the pace of the opponent, feeling that it was almost over, and suddenly took a big step, and the second step jumped high, and the heavy sword preemptively slammed into the young swordsman, and the force was so fierce that people couldn't believe that this was an old man who was about to die.

The young swordsman took the sword hard, his legs were deep in the snow, and his body shook, the old man's second sword had already been cut, and the young swordsman took it hard again, sitting on the ground with his buttocks, still gritting his teeth, and holding the heavy sword with both hands.

Warm blood flowed rapidly beneath the loose skin of the dragon eagle, and the heart was about to burst out.

The third sword cut off the opponent's heavy sword and half of his body, and the red blood quickly spread over the white snow, like a flower in a monotonous valley.

The blood cooled down so quickly, Long Capture Eagle suddenly felt that it was difficult to even lift the heavy sword, but he couldn't retreat, and he couldn't admit defeat, and all the clansmen of Luoshen Peak stood behind him, even if it was just to protect them for a while, he had to persevere.

The heavy sword was raised again in the air, and a wisp of blood snaked down the ice-smooth blade.

Long Xiaoshi's face was gloomy, the old guy was still as stubborn as before, and he couldn't let the clansmen go up one by one to die, he turned his head and glanced at the guests around him.

The guest nodded, untied his heavy cloak, pulled out the single knife at his waist, and walked towards the old swordsman in the middle of the field.

He didn't waste time reporting to his home, but ran directly to the dragon to capture the eagle, the old man was waiting for him, this person was not a big snow mountain boy at a glance, it seemed to be a master.

The two were less than ten steps apart, and a sword and a knife were about to clash, and a snow ball flew out of the oblique stab, directly approaching the knife-wielding guest.

The guest stopped abruptly, waved his knife to block the snow ball, and his face changed, "Has Luoshen Peak also learned to hurt people with secret arrows?"

Long Capture Eagle was as surprised as the enemy, angry at this accusation, and was about to open his mouth to refute it, when a voice on the hillside on his left hand had already rushed ahead of him, "Hurting people with hidden arrows is a specialty of Jinpeng Castle, and it is not easy for others to learn. ”

A young man who was less than twenty years old, dressed in snow-white clothes, hidden in the snow, had never been discovered, his face was also pale, and he had a sword pinned to his waist, and no one in the swordsmen of the Great Snow Mountain knew him.

"Jinpeng Killer!" someone exclaimed, recognizing that one of the weapons on the young man's waist was a narrow knife.

The two groups of people roared at the same time, no matter how deep the hatred between them was, it was no match for the hatred of Jinpeng Castle, it was the killer organization that did not seek honor by any means, blocked the exit of the Great Snow Mountain, and stole and abducted innocent children from various tribes every year.

The Wufeng tribe of the Great Snow Mountain has been fighting for years, and the slogan put forward by each side is to jointly fight against Jinpeng Fort.

"My name is Yang Huan, and I am a defector from Jinpeng Castle, and this one is the Jinpeng killer who is like a fake. It was only when the shouting on both sides had ceased that the young man defended himself.

Few people have heard of the name "Yang Huan", but many people have heard of the "Jinpeng Fort Defectors", and the two young killers escaped without a trace in front of everyone, which is a great shame for the Dubu King, and it is widely spread throughout the Western Regions.

"Haha. The knife-wielding guest let out a disdainful laugh, "You said I was a Jinpeng killer, and I also said that you were a spy, with your words, do you want to prove that Dan Duofeng colluded with foreign enemies?"

The guest was clever enough to direct the young man's accusation to the Danduofeng Patriarch Long Xiaoshi behind him.

The young man was not here to fight the tongue, drew his sword from his waist and, like the most dexterous deer, leaped and rushed towards the sword-wielding guest.

No matter which side of the Great Snow Mountain people were, they would not interfere in this fair competition, and Long Zhuying even took a few steps back to give up the venue.

The knife wielder squats slightly on his legs, waiting for the best time to suddenly jump to the opponent's side.

The young man came close in a few jumps, and swept past the enemy like a gust of wind, and seemed to be timid on the spot, and fled without fighting, until he had rushed a dozen paces, and then stopped, and turned to look at the immobile sword-wielding guest.

"He had the Fortune Castle badge on him, which was the proof that they recognized each other. The young man put away his sword to indicate that the battle was over.

Only a very few people saw the young man's sword moves, and the dragon eagle was one of them, he was closest to the corpse, walked over, and as soon as his hand touched the knife-wielding guest, the corpse fell, he bent down and groped for a while, took out a pale yellow oval jade plaque, held it high, and showed it to everyone.

Jinpeng Castle waist card, every swordsman of the Great Snow Mountain recognizes.

No one trusted the white-clothed young man who suddenly appeared, but whether they were friends or foes, they all believed that the Falling God Peak Patriarch Dragon Capture Eagle.

Even Long Xiaoshi didn't dare to accuse the old swordsman of fraud, he pointed the finger at the young man, "Your Excellency's hand is really fast, stuffing the waist card to frame and sow discord, it is really the style of Jinpeng Castle." ”

"Hey, you also know that Castle Wings is good at sowing discord. The young man raised his voice so that everyone in the valley could hear it, "The dignified men of the Great Snow Mountain, you can't join forces to fight the enemy, you can only kill each other, don't you blush?"

The swordsman of the Great Snow Mountain was not accustomed to being blamed, whether this person had good intentions or bad intentions, the two groups of people turned to the young man at the same time and shouted a loud reprimand, and the anxious person resisted the heavy sword and rushed towards him.

On the contrary, Long Xiaoshi stopped the clansmen, his purpose today was to eradicate the Falling God Peak, and he didn't want to make any extraneous branches, "Boy, you are not small, what qualifications do you have to say this?"

The young man didn't look at the questioner, his eyes turned to Long Baoying, "I am a friend of Long Tao and Long Hai, and they entrusted me to reorganize the five peaks of the Great Snow Mountain before they died. ”

Although Long Zhuying knew that this would be the end, his body still trembled, "My two grandchildren are dead?"

"Well, they were retaliated against for killing a Jinpeng killer in the Stone Castle. ”

"Good!" shouted Long Capture Eagle, who could kill people in Jinpeng Castle, and no one else in the Great Snow Mountain could do it.

Luoshen Peak has an extra swordsman as a helper, Long Xiaoshi snorted coldly, this has no impact on today's battle situation, and the young man in white interfered in the duel, saving a lot of trouble.

Long Xiaoshi raised his heavy sword and shouted a word from the deepest part of his abdomen, "Kill!"

The two groups of men roared and charged, they did not like verbal arguments, they only shed blood and fought each other.

A scuffle was about to break out, and the white-clad swordsman was caught in the middle, his lips pursed and he whistled sharply.

Suddenly a dark cloud appeared in the clear sky, quickly passing over everyone's heads.

The red-topped roc descended from the sky, pecked one of Long Xiaoshi's eyeballs with the first attack, and then flew up again, landing behind the white-clothed young man, spreading his huge wings, protecting him, swallowing with his head held high, staring left and right.

The swordsmen on both sides exclaimed in unison, suppressing the screams of the dragon warriors.

Therefore, the old legend that the Dapeng bird feeds on the dragons, as the descendants of the five dragons, this is their most feared creature, but I didn't expect that there is really such a divine bird in this world.

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