The Yunhe tribe under the snow is white. The snow covered the graves on the mountain peaks, as if it had also taken away the dead air of the Yunhe tribe.

Even though they knew that war was coming, this snow finally awakened their sleeping hearts, and it was a kind of vitality.

The snow of the tribe was not cleared, because before they had time to clear it, they were piled up into snowmen by the innocent children of the tribe. Just like the warriors in this Yunhe tribe, they guard their homes with indifferent expressions.

Yunyan pushed open the window and looked at the snowflakes falling outside, looking a little dazed. It's as if sighing about the passage of time, and as if remembering something. Over the course of the year, she has changed a lot. But what exactly has changed, even she can't say.

Compared to these children, Mao lost his innocence in his eyes. Unlike Yunyan, he knows that what has changed in him over the past year is his mind. Even if there is a little yearning in his eyes, it is more of a determination.

He knew in his heart that war was coming. And the patriarch's words also echoed in his mind at this moment. He clenched a bow in his hand, the bow did not ooze cold light, but there was an invisible aura on his body, this aura was a kind of evil qi, or a choice.

He, be as brave as his father!

The heavy snow continued for several days before finally stopping and beginning to melt. In the midst of this melting, some of the living vegetation in the charred peaks began to sprout branches with the supply of water. It adds original vitality to this bare mountain. And in this Cloud Crane Tribe, the light curtain still exists, at this moment, when the heavy snow stopped, in this early spring, the patriarch summoned most of the people who had cultivation in the Cloud Crane Tribe, and injected their thoughts into this light curtain, so that the protection of this light curtain was not only not the slightest weaker, but was increasing day by day.

Wan Lao looked out the window, this is one thing he has to do every morning, even though he has lost his soul, but his eyes are extremely smart, he looks at the sky, there is a trace of yearning. Even at this yearning, he withdrew his gaze from the sky and looked at the tribesmen who were now rushing towards the fields with their hoes.

He saw hope and, at the same time, longing in these people......

They longed for the autumn equinox to harvest the rice they planted, and they longed for the early spring to come, and their Yunhe tribe was still in the same situation, busy and comfortable.

However, time waited for no one, and the war finally came as scheduled.

After the arrival of early spring, it was clear that there were rolling dark clouds in the sky, but if you looked closely, it was not a dark cloud, but several figures, galloping together, coming towards the Yunhe tribe.

The patriarch seemed to have been waiting for this moment for a long time, and he stood on the wooden platform with an indifferent expression.

After a year, the injuries on his body have almost recovered, and at this moment he is standing with his hands in his hands, and his robe is fluttering in the wind, but when these people are gradually approaching, his body has also released a thick breath, and there is a little more calm in his deep eyes.

Even all the people of the Yunhe tribe who possessed cultivation were looking up at the sky one by one at this moment, their weapons in their hands, their bodies wearing battle armor, and they were full of energy. They look ready all the time, in fact, they were ready a few days ago.

These galloping figures stood above the Yunhe tribe after a few breaths, and the dense crowd blocked the sunlight sprinkled on the Yunhe tribe. In the midst of those figures, a path was now being made for the masked man.

His figure did not change in the slightest, and his expression remained the same. The only difference was the aura emanating from his body, which made the patriarch clearly feel that in a year's time, this person's cultivation had become much stronger.

Looking down at the Cloud Crane Tribe, the masked man was silent and saw that Wan Lao had just pushed open the door and walked towards here. For the Yunhe tribe, what this person remembers most clearly is Wan Lao.

"You, who lost your soul, didn't die... I have the impression that you should have died long ago. ”

After seeing the appearance of Wan Lao, the masked man in silence said jokingly.

Wan Lao maintained the most haode state, he looked at the sky with his hands, looked at the person who spoke, smiled indifferently, and said: "As long as the Yunhe tribe is still there, how can I leave." ”

The masked man said, "In that case, then I will fulfill you, and if you lose your cultivation, it is already a pain for you to live." ”

Wan Lao took a step forward and said, "The word pain, for the old man, has long ceased to exist. ”

The masked man suddenly smiled, and immediately there was a little more murderous intent in his indifferent eyes, he glanced at the people of these tribes, and said, "It seems that in this year's time, your Yunhe tribe has been fully prepared. The number of members has increased a lot, but the sad thing is that even if there are tens of thousands more members, your Yunhe tribe will eventually perish... Even now, it seems that you are very ready. ”

After this person's words fell, in this Chiyan Peak, there was a sudden shock, this vibration with a burst of heavy cheers, so that the people of the Yunhe tribe were stunned, and at the same time, their eyes showed embarrassment, and at the same time, they threw themselves into the valley in the distance, and in that valley, they saw that countless tribesmen, like ants, were rushing towards this place in unison.

The patriarch's expression changed slightly, but even after he recovered, he looked at the masked man and said, "Look at this, your Seven Demon Tribe is going to wipe out my Yunhe Tribe in one fell swoop today?"

The masked man smiled smugly, but did not reveal it, and said, "Yes, since this protective light curtain was arranged by your mind, then I can naturally use the mind of my tribe to shatter it. Moreover, today, I will not let the people of the Yunhe tribe surrender, because the lives of your tribe... I'm going to ask for it all!"

"That's too early!"

Hearing this, the patriarch let out a deep sigh, his body immediately flashed, his palm suddenly grabbed the void, and a bow and arrow appeared in his palm with a cold glow, making him jump down, and suddenly jumped out of the light curtain, facing the masked man, when he came to open the bowstring, with the humming sound of the bowstring, an arrow was shot.

As the patriarch rushed out, Er Soul suddenly shouted: "Brothers, kill, kill one is enough, kill two and earn!"

After the heavy shout fell, Er's soul suddenly jumped out of the light curtain, and behind him, almost all the people of the tribe with cultivation jumped out of the light curtain together, galloping in mid-air one by one, facing the figure standing in mid-air at this moment, and launched a fight.

Of course, there are also some people from the tribe who are rushing towards those people from the Seven Evil Tribe who are coming rapidly at this moment, they are galloping one by one, exuding the aura of cultivation all over their bodies, and their eyes are crazy, and they are fighting for the first time in a year!

The masked man did not retreat, but looked at the arrow sent by the patriarch, his expression became cold, and he waved his palm to the front, and said in a deep voice: "It seems that your injuries are recovering well." Your cultivation is still vulnerable!"

As his deep shout fell, he swung out his palm and suddenly grabbed at the void, and under this grasp, the void in front of him suddenly distorted, and under this distortion, it was like activating a certain law of heaven and earth, making the aura between heaven and earth quickly condense. Under this condensation, it instantly turned into an arc-shaped transparent circle.

"Bang!"

Almost at the moment when this transparent circle appeared, the sharp arrow from the patriarch's hand suddenly hit this transparent circle, and under the sound of roar, the sharp arrow suddenly turned into nothingness and melted into the void. And the look of the man wearing the mask also changed slightly.

Because at this moment, in the palm of his hand, there was a sudden feeling of numbness, which made him subconsciously take two steps back.

When he stepped back, there was surprise in his eyes, he looked at the patriarch opposite, and said in a deep voice: "I really underestimate you." ”

As soon as this person's words fell, with a flick of his fingers, the sharp sword that oozes cold light suddenly appeared in his palm, making his body suddenly take a step forward, and in the void trembling, a strong coercion suddenly burst out from his body and slapped on the patriarch's body, making the patriarch's body subconsciously take two steps back.

In the retreat of this footstep, the patriarch seemed to be ready to die, he gritted his teeth, suddenly raised the bow in his hand, and when an arrow was shot, the masked man just pointed at the sword indifferently, and immediately smashed the galloping arrow in mid-air.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

As the sharp arrow shattered, the patriarch's body jumped, and the sharp sword sent out several sharp arrows. But these arrows were shattered one by one by the sword in the masked man's hand.

This person stepped forward and approached the patriarch again, so fast that before the patriarch could react, the sword in his hand had already stabbed at the patriarch's arm. Under this thorn, the patriarch didn't have time to do any countermeasures, and the stinging pain from his arm made him clearly feel that the thick liliang emanating from this sword was quickly shuttling through his body. As he spurted out a mouthful of blood, his body staggered back in mid-air.

At the same time, under the light curtain, Yun Yan saw this scene, which made her grit her teeth, holding a sharp arrow, rushing out of the light curtain like an arrow, and starting to fight with the people of the Seven Evil Tribe on the ground.

Suddenly, the blood was monstrous, and the smell of blood permeated.

Ah Mao sat in front of his house, holding an arrow in his hand that did not ooze out of the cold light, dressed simply, and did not tremble at all because of the cold weather, but with determination in his eyes, he saw the moment Yunyan rushed out of the light curtain, facing the death of one tribe after another, he did not have the slightest fear, but at this moment, he thought of the dead Abba!

"I'm going to be as brave as Abba!"

At a certain moment, Ah Mao suddenly let out a deep sigh, even though he did not have the slightest cultivation, but when the first thunder roared, his footsteps moved quickly, and with the madness in his eyes, he rushed towards the enemy in front of him.