"I am... Urle-Etu!"

On the bronze platform, Ning Yi's majestic and solemn voice sounded. At this moment, the young man in black robe who raised his arms was like the center of the world, and all his eyes were focused on him.

Urle-Etu!

The only magistrate on the grassland for two thousand years!

Ning Yi looked at the Snow Eagle King at the top of the bronze platform and asked back.

"You want to condemn me?"

...

...

The strong wind gradually faded.

The magnificent sound was still spreading with the wind.

Everyone present heard this response clearly.

Tian Yu clenched his fists and his eyes were red. He looked at Ning Yi, the people below the stage, the old Xuejiu people who had traveled all the way from the western border, were all excited at this moment.

They had been waiting for this moment for a long time. On the way to the River of Apocalypse, these people all called Ning Yi "Urle". Ning Yi never responded positively. At most, he just smiled and nodded, which was considered to be accustomed to this title.

They believe in the words of the prophets.

And today, now.

Urle announced his identity in front of the eight surnames!

The White Wolf King was in a daze. He looked at the energetic young man and thought of a mural he saw in Xiaoyuan Mountain. The mural that had been going through two thousand years, most of the details were blurred... But the only thing that could be seen clearly was the posture of the Maharaja two thousand years ago.

How similar is the charm of the gods?

How great is the same?

Xuesha pressed his hands on the bronze platform wall, his fingertips embedded in stones. He stared at Ning Yi and said in a cold voice: "Just... Urle has been dead for two thousand years. You are a stranger, you dare to blaspheme the gods of the grassland. I not only want to cure your sins, but also execute you!"

As soon as Xuesha finished speaking, he was about to turn over and rush out, and the White Wolf King's palm gently placed on his shoulder. The first king on the grassland looked calm, and the situation at this moment turned a reversal from the previous one.

The White Wolf King looked at the Snow Eagle King and said calmly: "Don't forget that Urle... is a foreigner."

There was an uproar.

Some people under the Bronze Platform do not know the history of that year, nor do they know what the legendary god Urle is.

The White Wolf King said lightly: "The grassland was in dire straits back then, and the internal fighting was still fighting. The appearance of Urle made the grassland twist together. Don't forget how humiliation we endured in the two worlds. All of this was due to the prejudice brought by blood and region... Have you forgotten the lesson you learned?"

The expression of the Snow Eagle King was gloomy.

He said coldly: "Are you crazy?"

The White Wolf King shook his head, "I'm not crazy...at least I'm awake than you. On this grassland, anyone can be Urle, but no one has done it in the past two thousand years. The reason is very simple. After this, no one can get the recognition of the eight-character flag at the same time."

The Snow Eagle King was stunned.

"The Eight King Flags symbolize the eight most powerful bloodlines on the grassland... Although Urle was a stranger at the time, he received the blessing of the River of Apocalypse and conquered the Eight King Flags. He has unparalleled bloodline power. Only such a powerful king is worthy of the title of "The True God of the Grassland"."

The White Wolf King raised his eyebrows, looked at Ning Yi and said, "You are here very coincidental."

Here... there are eight royal flags.

The meaning of this sentence is obvious.

Xuejiu's purebred bloodline has opened to its extreme at this moment.

A strong wind blew up on the bronze platform.

These five fingers will catch Ning Yi's head in the next moment.

However, Ning Yi's speed is faster.

He carried his hands on his back, his steps were slightly wrong. Compared to Xue Zi's rushing forward like a crossbow arrow, he was more like walking in the garden, slightly tilting his head, dodging this claw without any mistakes.

Xueji's pupils contracted.

He continued to rush forward.

Ning Yi continued to sweep.

The two of them were entangled in the smoke and dust, but Ning Yi only defended but did not attack, and his expression was extremely calm. His hands were always carried behind his back, and even the degree of shaking his body left and right was reduced to extremely low. Xue Zi had already used both hands together, and the eagle claws were like hooks, ripping up gusts of wind, but even Ning Yi's hair could not touch.

Xue Ji's pupils gradually became thinner. In this process, his bloodline continued to rise, and at this moment he was inspired to the peak. His pupils shrank and thinned into a narrow short line. His nails were bent and grown, becoming dark and hard, and they made a move to scratch the void.

"Die for me!!"

An angry roar burst out from Xue Ji's throat.

A head of white hair dances like a waterfall.

The scene looked like one-sided suppression. Ning Yi was suppressed in the shadow of the claws in the sky without any chance to breathe. The other khans in the audience all looked solemn when they saw this scene... At the bonfire dinner tonight, there were rumors that Xue Ji would take this opportunity to challenge the future banner holders of the three surnames, and the chance of victory was quite good.

The three little khans of the White Wolf, Golden Deer and Black Lion are all serious at this moment. Xue Ji's state is now rising in his killing power, and his breathing is extremely continuous... If they were to resist, if they were not careful at this moment, they would pay a heavy price if they reveal their flaws.

This is a very violent way of fighting.

What shocked the three young Khans, White Wolf, Golden Deer and Black Lion, even more was the powerful body movements displayed by the young man who called himself "Urle". Under such a violent attack, he perfectly maintained dodging and retreating, without even a trace of flaws being revealed.

He didn't use his hands... The three little khans really couldn't figure it out. If they gave up their hands, what chance would they have to get back to their superiority in this kind of battle?

This guy who calls himself "Urle" may break his promise.

However, the situation at this moment was quite unfavorable to him and was soon forced to the edge of the bronze platform. Even if he broke his promise and used his hands, how should he resist Xue Ji's attack? Such a killing technique was like a wave superimposed. The more he went to the back, the more unstoppable it was. At this moment, it had reached its climax and was as powerful as a rainbow.

"Die, die, die!!!"

Xue Ji was already in a state of madness. He always stared at Ning Yi's hands behind his back, and the claws all over the sky covered the man in black robe. If this man didn't take action, he would be torn to pieces by himself.

It has reached the edge of the bronze platform.

Ning Yi has no choice but to retreat.

Xue Ji's body was three feet tall, all of which were phantoms taken by his claws.

There is no way to avoid, there is no way to retreat.

Xue Jin roared wildly and rushed forward.

Ning Yi stepped on the last brick and stone of the bronze platform with his feet.

There was a "bang".

A dull and powerful impact sound.

A series of blood beads thrown out.

Ning Yi still had the same movement of carrying his hands behind his back.

His expression was dull.

Xue Jin in front of him was twisted by a blow to his knee, and his whole body flew upwards.
Chapter completed!