"Brothers, burn the fire bigger!" The bearded man saw that Zhao Yuan had agreed, and stood up proudly.

"Come on!" Zhao Yuan was not verbose, and took a few steps first.

"Zhao Yuan, you are not Kuta's opponent, he is the top ten martial witch warriors in our tribe. Lan Xin saw that Zhao Yuan's fighting spirit was high, and persuaded him.

"Warrior Warrior?"

Zhao Yuan was stunned for a moment, he knew the cultivators of the Dao and the martial artists of the Dao, but it was the first time he had heard of the title of "Martial Witch".

"Martial Witch is a name given to the strong by our Thorn Slave Clan. Lan Xin said proudly.

"What is a martial witch?" Zhao Yuan's divine sense made contact with the Tianxin monk.

"Martial Witch!" Monk Tianxin had an interested expression.

"Yes, that bearded man is a martial witch. Zhao Yuan said.

"The monk is not familiar with the martial witch, and it is just hearsay, more than a hundred years ago, the Thorn Nu tribe gave birth to a great martial witch, at that time, the Thorn Nu tribe and the Great Qin Empire clashed, the Great Qin Empire sent the most powerful warrior of the Great Qin Empire, drove straight into the desert for thousands of miles, all the way like a bamboo, just when the Great Qin Empire wanted to conquer the Thorn Slave Clan, but because of the appearance of a martial witch and failed. ”

"So powerful?"

"Of course she is powerful, she is the greatest martial witch in the Zhanyun Continent, and people respect her as Master Ruolin. ”

"What happened?" Zhao Yuan asked curiously.

"What else can I do! It is said that after the appearance of Master Ruolin, he fought fiercely in the desert for three days and three nights with the general Changkong of the Great Qin Empire, that battle, the earth-shattering ghosts and gods, the wind and clouds changed color, the desert terrain changed, and the river was cut off, no one knew who won and lost the battle, however, it is certain that the two hundred warriors led by General Chang, who was known as the god of war at that time, could come back alive less than fifty, the imperial capital shook up and down, and the war between the thorn slaves was ended because of General Chang's cowering, and it was precisely because of the battle between the martial witches and the warriors that the policy of the Great Qin Empire towards the thorn slave clan changed, and there have been no troops for more than 100 years, in the face of the provocation of the Thorn Slave Clan, it is also in a defensive state. And Na Ruolin Wuwu, because of the battle with General Changkong, became famous in the prairie and became a mythical figure of the Thorn Nu tribe. ”

"Shogun Shoku......"

Zhao Yuan gasped.

Zhao Yuan once heard Fairy Caixia mention General Changkong, because, when Fairy Caixia became famous, General Changkong also made a name for himself in the Great Qin Empire. Many ordinary people know that in the Great Qin Empire, there are four great gods guarding the southeast, northwest, and four directions, namely the Silver Armor Heavenly God, the Black Face Heavenly God, the Sledgehammer Heavenly God, and the Star Dou Heavenly God. However, no one knew that before the rise of the Four Heavenly Gods, there was an even more powerful existence, and he was General Changkong Chang.

As early as two hundred years ago, the legend about General Chang was widely spread, because, two hundred years ago, General Changkong was the pillar of the empire, and he guarded the great country of the Great Qin Empire with the strength of one person.

The legend about General Changkong has been prosperous for a long time, and in his resume, it can be said that he has won a hundred battles, until the rise of the four gods, General Changkong gradually retired, not asking about the temple.

It is said that the four gods are all protégés of General Tsuneku.

If Ruolin Wuwu can defeat General Changkong, then the strength of Wuwu can be seen.

In the annals of the Great Qin Empire, there is no record of General Changkong being defeated, and the outside world knows very little about the battle between General Changkong and Ruolin Wuwu, and it is estimated that the high-level of the empire blocked the news in order to avoid disturbing the people's hearts, otherwise, such a major event would have long been a household name.

"Kusheng, play, don't hurt him. Lan Xin saw that Zhao Yuan was silent, thinking that Zhao Yuan was frightened by the name of the martial witch, and her face showed a smug look. Lan Xin wanted to bring Zhao Yuan to the tribe for her brother to inquire about, and she didn't want Zhao Yuan to have any accidents.

War!

Feeling the contempt in Lan Xin's tone, Zhao Yuan cut off contact with the Tianxin monk, and a pair of deep eyes stared at Kuta as if they had suddenly been ignited, and the fierce battle intent burned in the air.

Kuta was infected by Zhao Yuan's surging battle intent, walked out of the bonfire, slowly pulled out the scimitar at his waist, and stood on the sand dune, under the faint light of the fire, his clothes hunting.

Kuta's scimitar swiped in the air, words in his mouth.

Suddenly, a strange amount of force in the air converged, and Zhao Yuan, who was dozens of zhang away, could sense that the majestic force was gradually forming.

Is this the legendary witchcraft?

Zhao Yuan untied the knife cloth, and the black-backed long knife jumped with blood-red light under the firelight.

The black-backed long knife is made of dark iron, and the main kill.

Under the traction of that inexplicable and mysterious force, the black-backed long knife exuded an arrogant murderous aura, and the surging murderous aura rolled in the yellow sand.

What a fierce momentum!

Several big men glanced at each other, and the fierce and wild murderous aura made them feel a sense of panic.

Lan Xin's expression also became solemn, obviously, she didn't expect Zhao Yuan to have such a powerful momentum.

In Lan Xin's eyes, Zhao Yuan was just a humble martial arts figure, if it weren't for her father to find out some news about Blackwater City, she wouldn't even look at Zhao Yuan.

"Invisible Shield!" Kuta muttered, the scimitar in his hand drawing intricate and ancient symbols in the air, and the deep starry sky seemed to be pulled by this force, and the starlight became unreal.

Zhao Yuan dragged the long knife backwards and pressed towards Kuta step by step, the heavy long knife rubbing against the gravel ground, making a piercing sound in the quiet night sky.

One-step!

Two steps!

Three steps!

......

Behind Zhao Yuan, there were deep footprints.

Zhao Yuan's steps became heavier and heavier, in front of him, it was like an invisible wall, and before he took a step forward, he had to break through the wall and enter.

Zhao Yuan felt as if he was trapped in a swamp like an ocean, and his feet trudged through the mire. Zhao Yuan unrelentingly moved in the direction of Kuta, he could tolerate the contempt of others, but he could not tolerate the contempt of others for the black-faced gods.

In order to avenge the blood and hatred, Zhao Yuan is not a high-profile person, and he can't keep a low profile now, because he is fighting for the honor of the black-faced god.

The black-faced Heavenly God, who was tens of thousands of miles away, never dreamed that Zhao Yuan was fighting for his honor.

Looking at Zhao Yuan's difficult appearance, Lan Xin breathed a long sigh of relief.

Obviously, Kuta didn't bother to fight Zhao Yuan head-on at all, he was just using witchcraft to consume Zhao Yuan's strength, as long as Zhao Yuan was exhausted, it would be easy to defeat Zhao Yuan.

The battle didn't go the way Lan Xin thought.

Although Zhao Yuan's pace is very slow, every step is unusually firm and powerful, the distance between the two sides is approaching little by little, and there are deep footprints on the gravel ground behind Zhao Yuan, which is shocking.

What a strong willpower!

Beads of sweat rolled down Kuta's forehead, he originally thought that defeating Zhao Yuan was just a matter of action, but the fact was that he was in a stalemate situation, Zhao Yuan's body seemed to contain endless strength, and every step closer made him rush and boil.

Stop him!

Stop him!

Kuta kept urging the "invisible shield", but no matter how hard he tried, Zhao Yuan was still approaching little by little, that action, indomitable, that look, unwavering.