Although Kong Xuan was young, he had also experienced dozens of battles, and he did not have a trace of cowardice in the face of Utu, who was tall and had a hideous face.

Kong Xuan stopped, motioned for the knife to stay, and walked slowly in front of Utu.

The big man in front of him, his eyes were full of hatred, his teeth were clucking, there must be some story in it that he didn't know, Kong Xuan was confused in his heart and wanted the big man in front of him to solve his doubts.

Kong Xuan asked: "You keep saying that you want to seek revenge for my brother, but I don't know who your brother is?"

"Hmph... Why? I can't remember the number of people I killed?" Utu's words were angry with a hint of mockery.

Yu Lihuo tribe to the Feng clan's ancestral land fought with other clans but few, Kong Xuan pondered carefully in his heart, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at Utu: "You are Wu Xiao's younger brother?"

"What a child, you can hurt my brother, do you dare to fight with me?"

Listening to his brother's name, Utu could no longer suppress the grief in his heart, intending to break free from the shackles, and wanted to kill Kong Xuan immediately.

Looking at Utu's hateful eyes, Kong Xuan was stunned, not knowing whether he should fight, and hesitantly looked back at Zuo Gongming.

Seeing Kong Xuan's hesitation, Utu laughed wildly: "Haha... I think you Feng people are all cowards, and how afraid are you of me?"

Utu's mouth kept shouting, but his heart was calm and clear. He knew that although Kong Xuan in front of him was just a yellow-mouthed child, his strength was strong, and he was far beyond himself, even so, how could he be afraid of the great enemy.

Looking at the current situation, Utu has no other choice, only with the determination to fight to the death can he not lose the face of the Wind Snake Clan.

Kong Xuan is simple, not deeply involved in the world and does not understand the deep meaning of this, under the agitation of Utu's words, Fang was interrupted by Zuo Gongming on the side: "Kong Xuan, Hugh listens to his nonsense, kill him to sacrifice the flag, to show the military might." ”

The two were talking, although Zuo Gongming on the side did not interject, but he also listened to it sincerely, how could he succeed with such an idea as Utu.

Kong Xuan looked back at Zuo Gongming and then at Ji Mingyu, only to see Ji Mingyu shaking his head again and again to stop him.

Kong Xuan was silent, turned around and walked towards Ji Ming.

"Coward!"

Seeing that the plan in his heart had failed, Utu was extremely excited, and followed Kong Xuan behind his back and scolded him, wanting to provoke Kong Xuan.

Shout...

A cold light flashed, the blade was brittle, and Utu's head separated from his body, splashing a one-meter-high pillar of blood.

As the skull detached and rolled off, Utu's slightly glared eyes only saw that the heavens and the earth were spinning, the world was upside down, and he looked at the world for the last time in despair, and the last bit of light was swallowed up by the darkness, and Utu died.

Ji Mingyu raised her sword and fell behind her, Kong Xuan walked up to her and asked in a low voice, "Why are you shaking your head?"

Ji Mingyu was helpless, and said lightly in fear of hitting his head: "Eh, are you really unable to see it or fake it? I really don't know how your cultivation has improved so quickly." ”

Kong Xuan looked at Ji Mingyu with innocent eyes in his head, and muttered, "What's wrong? I'm stupid, but... But that person wants to fight me, won't I lose the face of my Feng clan if I don't fight?"

Ji Mingyu shook her head and said: "The reason why you stood up to stop the killing of Utu was undoubtedly not to relieve the doubts in your heart, now that the doubts have disappeared, you already have the answer in your heart." Utu also understands this, he knows that he is not your opponent, he will definitely die, and under the great calamity, he can only talk to each other, only to fight to the death, and he can also use this to save the face of the clan that he has lost because of his recklessness. ”

Hearing what Ji Ming said, Kong Xuan's eyes were a little sluggish, and he touched his head as if he didn't understand, and looked at Utu who was lying in the blood.

"Trim in situ"

With Zuo Gongming's order, the Feng army set up camp in place. At this time, it was less than twenty miles away from the territory of the Wind Snake Clan.

The sky was getting dark, and there was a hint of red on the horizon.

In the big tent of the Wind Snake Clan, Mi Mu Cuo and the ghost robe were talking and drinking.

"Ahh

"Haha... Good wine and good meat are so sweet, you two don't wait for me, aren't you losing the etiquette of your Wind Snake Clan?"

The wine inside the tent is sweet and meaty, but outside the tent is gusting wind and sand. A voice came, the curtain was lifted, and a gust of wind and sand blew into the tent, and the person who blew it could not see who had entered.

Although they only heard his voice and did not distinguish his person, Mi Mu Cuo and the ghost robe seemed to know it in their hearts, and hurriedly got up and stepped forward.

The curtain fell, and a man with a slightly thin but tall figure and an evil aura between his eyebrows walked into the tent.

Mi Mu Cuo said respectfully: "How dare we eat alone if Yijun doesn't come, this small piece of meat and high-quality wine is here, just wait for Yijun You, come, hurry up and sit down." As he spoke, Mimtso took out a jar of fine wine from under his side desk and placed it in front of the man.

Although the strength of the Wind Snake Clan is small in this Divine Continent, it has also occupied a piece of land for tens of thousands of years, and Mimu Cuogui is the great patriarch of the Wind Snake Clan, and the person who can make him so respectful must also be a big man.

"It's... Is this a frozen lake drunk?" Since Mi Mucuo took out the wine jar, the person's eyes were attracted, looked directly at the wine jar, took it, held it in his arms, opened the altar seal and sniffed, "Haha... Sure enough, it's a first-class wine, or brother, you know my brother and me, haha... Come on, come on, sit down. ”

"Come, I'll fill you up for Yijun?" Mimu Cuo wanted to step forward and take the wine jar.

Seeing Mi Mu Cuo step forward and stretch out his hand, the man hurriedly dodged, pulled back the wine jar, raised his eyes to look at Mi Mu Cuo, his expression exuded a little weirdness, and the cold eyes looked at the people's hearts with cold eyes.

The man was silent, and Mimu Cuo looked at this cold look at a little overwhelmed.

Seeing the embarrassing scene, the ghost robe on the side hurriedly stepped forward to relieve the siege and said, "Ah... That one... There are no brothers on the wine table, not to mention that Yijun can come today, that is, he will take the patriarch of my clan as a brother, and it doesn't matter if anyone pours wine. ”

"Haha... The ghost robe brother said it well!haha..."The ghost robe's voice fell, and the man's expression changed and he laughed out loud, and patted Mi Mu Cuo on the shoulder several times.

Seeing the man laughing, Mimu Cuo could only laugh embarrassedly and slowly sat down.

"That's right! Brother Ghost Robe is right! Brother, I didn't say you, why are you still polite to my brother, come, drink. The man poured his bowl full as he spoke, and raised it to drink.

"Okay! I won't talk about etiquette today, only brotherhood, let's have a drink. The two simple sentences were supposed to relieve the embarrassing scene, but they made Mimu Cuo's heart unhappy.

"Come!

"Drink!"

"Haha..."

Under the laughter, the wine should have been drunk in one go, but the man stopped the wine bowl to his mouth, looked embarrassed, slowly put it down, and raised it violently, and so on several times.

Mi Mu Tso and the ghost robe looked a little overwhelmed, and Mi Mu Tso asked, "How... What's the matter, Yijun, is there anything wrong with this wine?"

"Hey, wine is good wine, but... Can... Hey!" The man looked indescribably entangled, and finally put the wine bowl heavily on the table, and sighed with his hands behind his back.

"Yijun, why is that?"

The two looked at each other blankly, and their eyes fell on the man again. Fang Cai had such an embarrassing scene, but now that it was like this, the ghost robe and Mi Mu Cuo couldn't help but nervously and quickly stood up.

The man turned to the wine table with his hands down, pacing back and forth, his eyes did not leave the wine bowl for half an inch, as if he had something to say, but he swallowed it back again, and clicked his lips in a hurry.

"Report!"

Outside the big tent, the warriors repaid.

"Come in and talk. "I heard that someone outside the tent came to report, presumably it was the battle ahead, and the ghost robe hurriedly shouted to signal the soldiers to enter the big tent.

The soldier walked into the tent and was attracted by the smell of wine, and forgot to report the battle.

"Speak!" roared the ghost robe.

"Oh... Oh... The Feng army repaired a little, and there were moves, and the subordinates saw the situation, and the enemy army wanted to attack overnight. The warrior was roared by the ghost robe, and his legs and stomach were limp and he knelt on the ground, and reported worriedly.

"Probe!"

The warrior retreated, and the man known as Yijun looked at Mi Mu Cuo, with a little puzzle in his eyes, and asked slowly: "Brother, there has always been something to puzzle for my brother, I don't know if my brother can solve my confusion for my brother?"

"Yijun is confused, but how do I know that the Feng Clan's army is attacking my land?" the corners of Mi Mu Cuo's mouth rose a hint of cunning.

"My brother knows, and he tells him. ”

Yijun and Mimucuo looked at each other, and when they spoke, the distance between the two had already exceeded a safe distance, and it could be said that they were very close.

Mi Mu Cuo's gaze broke away from Yijun and looked at the ghost robe, and Yijun looked at it with ease, and he was even more puzzled: "He?" After that, Yijun walked towards the ghost robe and looked around: "I have long heard that Lord Ghost Robe is brave and intelligent, not so much the first warrior of the Wind Snake Clan as you are a strategist, but no matter how smart you are, I can't think of how you knew in advance that the Feng Clan was going to attack the Wind Snake Clan, could it be that you still know the five elements of yin and yang to know the method of the prophet?"

Yijun's full of questions couldn't help but make the ghost robe feel a little ridiculous, and asked rhetorically: "Yijun, is the reason for this really so important?"

"For my doubts, the answer is important, it's not just an answer, it's an honesty, isn't it?" Yijun raised a hint of cunning in his eyebrows.

The two looked at each other and were silent for a long time, and the atmosphere was solemn.

"Listen!" the ghost robe pointed out of the tent, closing his eyes and ears.

"Listen... What are you listening to?" Yijun looked at the ghost robe, then turned his gaze to Mi Mu Cuo, and asked a little confusedly, "What is he listening to?"

Mi Mu Cuo smiled and said nothing, respectfully made a big gift to the Wind Snake Clan to Yijun, and said slowly: "Yijun is here, that is, he trusts my brother, although I can't hide it, but after all, this is a scar of the ghost robe brother, let's not open it." ”

"Haha... Well, it's not a secret, it's not a scar, it's just a dusty and painful memory. The ghost robe laughed, although it was laughing, but somehow, there was a heavy grievance hidden in the laughter.

"Memories?"

The man looked into the ghost robe and looked him in the eye. At this time, the eyes of the ghost robe were not as sharp as Fang Cai, but were obscured by a curtain of fog, as if it was a story revisited.