The dark silver mane-haired warrior saw Wei Yuan and was a little surprised, saying, "This world still has a Dharma image? Well, it's not bad, but it's just a common Dharma image. It seems that this world has advanced, and it's just a means to cover it up."

The woman with light golden mane hair said, "Leave this guy to me."

She took a step to Wei Yuan, pulled out the scimitar from her waist, and slashed towards Wei Yuan's waist. This sword was extremely powerful, and it was released with one sword, and the gods and ghosts were slashed!

The dragon eagle appeared beside Wei Yuan and blocked the attack with the Fei Ye Zhuxian Sword.

The swords and swords intersected, and a circle of thousands of feet of energy instantly emerged, and the dragon eagle was cut off by a hundred feet directly! If it weren't for the base of Fei Ye Zhuxian Sword, the sword would have cut him into two pieces, along with the sword.

This wolf woman not only has a perfect Dharma image, but also has an extremely powerful Dharma image. She is still ahead of her immortal image. Her talent is comparable to Ji Liuli, Feng Tingyu, and the Dragon Eagle in the late Dharma image is far from an opponent.

The wolf woman with light golden mane hair failed to hit the blow and instantly came to Longying to slash dozens of times! The Dragon Eagle was like a ball, and was cut to the point of being stumbled, all thanks to the material of Fei Ye Zhuxian Sword.

A fierce attack failed to defeat the opponent, and the wolf girl with light golden mane was also stunned. Then she looked at the Fei Ye Zhuxian Sword in the hand of the Dragon Eagle, and her eyes were filled with heat: "The real immortal sword embryo!"

Then her eyes when she looked at Long Ying changed, becoming bloodthirsty and disgusted: "You don't deserve to use her! Let her go immediately and get out of here, I can spare your life!"

The dragon eagle returned the middle finger.

The wolf girl was furious and cut the dragon eagle back a hundred feet with one knife, and then chased after her.

The dark silver-bred warrior did not move, his eyes were a little strange, and he was looking at Wei Yuan carefully.

Wei Yuan did not move, but asked, "If you have this secret technique, the number of tribe members must be large."

The warrior with dark silver mane hair slowly said: "With this secret technique, as long as you fight a few more battles, no matter how many tribe members are, there will be fewer people."

Wei Yuan asked again: "Can you know your name?"

"Silver Blade."

"Your talent cannot be said to be the best, why did you reach the top?"

Silver Blade didn't expect Wei Yuan to ask such a question, saying, "I was really not outstanding when I was young, but I was lucky. In one battle after another, the geniuses in the clan fell one by one, but I survived. In my childhood memory, all the warriors on the throne were replaced by three. In the end, those who were originally stronger than me died. When the throne was vacant again, I was the only candidate left, so I was lucky enough to get the recognition of the throne."

Wei Yuan keenly grasped a key: "It sounds like, you have a lot of battles?"

"That is our destiny. War is not something we can choose, just like a war with you."

Wei Yuan kept thinking about the next question.

At this moment, outside the central city, more than 100,000 mortals were busy like ants, and several simple formations were built. One by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one by one by one.

The simplest formation requires ten thousand people to form a formation. Even if a team of thousands of people is in one team, it will take some time to stand in the position. So Wei Yuan drags the silver blade to chat, just to win time.

After answering Wei Yuan’s two questions, Yin Blade suddenly said: “It’s almost time, the last move you prepared should be done, right?”

"You know I'm delaying time?"

"I know. Because I'm delaying time too. I want to... look at her for a while."

Silver Blade seemed to sigh and withdrew her gaze and said, "She and Wu Lei's talent are far better than me, but because I am on the throne, they will never be able to break through. Now Wu Lei is dead, and as long as I die too, the throne is hers. When she ascends to the throne, the tribe will become stronger."

Wei Yuan shook his head, "Strong strength does not mean he is a good king. In terms of the prosperity of the leader tribe, she is far inferior to you."

Yin Blade didn't expect Wei Yuan to say this, sighed and said, "When she sat on the throne, she will learn and grow."

Wei Yuan's heart moved: "There is only one throne? Why is this so?"

"I have to ask the Immortal Lord. I also want to know why it is like this."

Wei Yuan said: "It would be better if we do this. There are few people here, so there is no limit. The Immortal Lord's small world is less than twenty. If you join the clan to vote, you will add two more thrones to you! How about it?"

Silver Blade was stunned, then laughed loudly, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke.

Wei Yuan was also surprised: "What's ridiculous?"

"I laughed at you for being stupid but didn't know it! It seems that you, like my clan, are all races that have luckily had their own will. But we are all transformed by the immortal power of the immortals, and they are equivalent to part of the immortal body. How can we change the sect?"

The silver blade pointed at the Daoji warriors of Wei Yuan around him and said, "Can they change the gang? Obviously not! But what about these people?"

This time, he was referring to Han Li and Dugu Cangqiong.

Wei Yuan turned his head and looked thoughtful.

Silver Blade said: "We are the chess pieces of the Immortal Lord, just be obedient. Now that we have our own will, we are troublesome. All we think about is just how to get rid of the Immortal Lord. You said, for a race like ours, how could the Immortal Lord give him a second throne? If the heaven and earth have not been established, the first throne would probably be taken back."

Wei Yuan suddenly realized that this clan was all rebels. No wonder King Zuo Xian or the little national teacher wanted to give them that kind of secret technique, which was to waste them all as cannon fodder.

But what did Silver Blade mean to Han Li and Dugu Cangkong just now? These two are also rebels, so they cherish each other in disappointment?

Wei Yuan was already quite cunning at this time. After thinking about it, he felt that Han Li was very likely, but Dugu Cangkong did not look like him. He was stupid and he couldn't do the job of rebels.

Where is Jun Weizhi and Fuyao? Wei Yuan felt that the suspicion of these two people could not be ruled out, but for some reason, it might have been ignored by Silver Blade.

At this point, the chat was almost done, and a few of the formations were set up. Wei Yuan's eyes were filled with fighting spirit.

The silver blade slowly pulled out two swords, one long and one short, and held the short sword backwards. He raised the sword and pointed at Wei Yuan, and then the two swords swept a large purple light and slashed down towards Wei Yuan.

With a knife, Wei Yuan suddenly had a flash of eyes and the silver blade had already arrived behind him!

Wei Yuan originally waved his sword to block it, but it blocked the air. When he looked down, he saw that there were long wounds on his waist and ribs, and an obscure black light shone inside.

Then the fireworks and energy of the world are replenished, and the wound heals in a blink of an eye.

Silver Blade was also surprised. Looking at the short knife, there was less than half a finger of black blood on the tip of the knife, and it was quickly disappearing at this moment.

He just slashed with a knife, and it was like slashing a slippery and tough thing. The blade involuntarily deflected and did not hurt the real key.

"So you are the lord of heaven and earth in this place. No wonder you have luck on your body, which helps you avoid the knife just now. But that knife should kill you a lot of luck! How much luck can you have left and how long can you support it?" Silver Blade said, stretching out his fingers on the long sword. The purple fire at the blade turned darker and almost black.

Wei Yuan examined the sea of ​​consciousness and just after he was hit, dozens of green energy disappeared. It seems that luck can indeed resist fatal attacks. For more than half a year, Wei Yuan has been fighting with the Liao clan, while Qing Ming is resting and recuperating. He only fought with the Zhao vanguard and continued to absorb refugees.

Therefore, the consumption in the war has been replenished, and luck has only slowly declined. Now, there are more than 500,000 green energy left. The silver blade will kill Wei Yuan and kill another 10,000 swords.

Wei Yuan said, "How much luck is left? You will know how many times you want to cut a few times?" As soon as he said that, Wei Yuan regretted it. Why did he provoke him for nothing? But he didn't have any brains when he said this, and he said it accidentally.

Seeing the Silver Blade coming again, Wei Yuan was fully focused and swung his sword to block it. However, the Silver Blade's figure was another flower, and its movements instantly increased dozens of times faster. The rhythm of the clear stroke passed by Wei Yuan and came behind him. However, the sword that had originally cut his heart suddenly turned off and picked Wei Yuan's shoulder.

This sword was extremely powerful and actually wiped out nearly a thousand green auras!

Wei Yuan was shocked and immediately activated the already-designed formation. A forest cold air came out of nowhere and fell on the Silver Blade, instantly making him slow. The cold air level was extremely high, not only slowing his body, but also slowing his thoughts by half.

This formation is made of the Ice-Glass Divine Wood, with a huge scale, and has used 50,000 mortals in total. Although each mortal has weak power, it gathers sand to form a tower, and then transforms it into a central transformation through the Ice-Glass Divine Wood, and its rank is extremely high, and even the silver blade cannot withstand it.

Immediately afterwards, a dark red flame emerged out of thin air and began to burn on the Silver Blade. The Silver Blade felt that thousands of small holes seemed to be opened around his body, and his essence and magic power were constantly lost. He reached out and patted his body, but did not extinguish the flames, nor did he feel the temperature.
Chapter completed!