It's so fucking!

Wu Ding and others were temporarily distracted, probably because they were shocked by the appearance of Bamutu. Tang En was so happy without any psychological pressure, and he almost yelled at the daddy and other things...

It’s not for Tang En’s ecstasy and shameless ecstasy. The name of Wu Ding’s sword god is not fake. Tang En believes that he is not sure about fighting such a living legend. If he can’t escape, the result will be unpredictable. Fortunately, Bamutu found is indeed powerful. Although Bamutu took the lead in the head-on attack just now, from the scene, the strength of the two is indeed equal to each other...

In other words, before Bamutu completely falls, Tang En will not have to worry about Woodin's problem.

Yes, it's a good enough start!

Of course, it's good for Don En, and that's bad for Haita and others...

"Damn it! Traitor! Miscellaneous! Master Wu values ​​you so much, you actually colluded with the Northern Wilderness Tribe!" A roared angrily, and the raised one-handed giant sword also trembled. He stared at Tang En, and Haita's mood seemed particularly fierce and irritable.

Seeing this, Tang En couldn't help frowning, subconsciously wondering, and spread his hands: "Didn't you think you have colluded long ago? As for saying it again to cause hatred?"

"You - look for it, die!" He pursed his lips tightly, and a fierce murderous intent popped up from his teeth. Haita seemed to be unable to control himself at all, and he was about to come after taking a step forward.

Of course, this abnormal emotion is not just because of confirming that Tang En and the Northern Wilderness Tribe colluded with each other. The most important thing is that after recognizing Bamutu, the strongest man in the Northern Wilderness, Haita was afraid. The thing he was most worried about before was happening... The battle between Woodin and Bamutu was inevitable. This level of battle is not something they can intervene. With Woodin's physical condition, can he win? Or even if he can win, what price will he have to pay...

Bang, before Haita stepped out, her shoulder was caught by Wu Ding. The latter's expression had returned to calm, and he ignored Haita's struggle. He looked up at the domineering and arrogant Bamutu in the wind and rain, and nodded gently: "It's really been a long time since I saw you, old guy. If it weren't for the occasional hearing of Xiao Tang mentioning you last year, I thought you would have died long ago."

"Haha, I didn't give you a sword back then, and I didn't kill you with my own hands, so how could I bear to die first!" Shaking my head and laughed, Bamutu narrowed his old eyes and stared at Wu Ding, without hiding the ruthlessness in it.

He nodded calmly, "The past is meaningless, but since you have found it, let's break it today." He paused, looked around and pointed to the depths of the smoke on the river, "There are too many juniors here. How about going there to get a break?"

Tsk, it's pretty straightforward! I like it... Tang En couldn't help but grin when he heard this, and praised him.

Basically, I live to be old and immortal at the age of Wooding and Bamutu. If I talk about grudges, affection, family, hatred, and national hatred in detail, I am afraid that it will not be enough for a few days or nights. However, it is precisely because I live to this age that I know that these are all false, and after all, I have to see the truth from my subordinates. As for the feelings of mutual appreciation, deep hatred, and great hatred, I can beat the other party to death first, and then talk to the corpse or grave again...

Bamutu laughed twice: "You have too many juniors, why are you afraid I will attack them?" Ruying glanced at Haita and others, and turned around on Wen Silin, shook her head and chuckled disdainfully, "Is this your proud disciple? Hehe, it's very ordinary. I forgot to tell you that I have also accepted a disciple recently, who is much stronger than him!"

Among the people present, Winsling was the youngest, so it was good for Bamutu to recognize him as Wu Ding's disciple. It was probably the common idea of ​​ordinary old people. If they didn't compete to win, they would put their expectations on the next generation. And when they saw that the other party's descendants were not as good as their descendants, they would be very happy, and even happier than if they competed to win.

After touching his nose, Tang En couldn't help but complain again when he heard this. You are always so long-winded and whispering... After a moment, I thought about my defeated general Wen Silin, and then I thought about the disciples of Bamutu, that is, the boy from the Meihu tribe whom I have guided, and I couldn't help but like Bamutu and sighed, "You are still very good at seeing you!"

Of course, the above are all silent psychological activities. Tang En is not stupid, so how could he make a sense of presence at this time? If he accidentally annoyed Wu Ding and came to a sword, the fun would be very exciting...

But perhaps because he complained too much, before Tang En came to his senses, Wu Ding subconsciously looked over after hearing this and frowned: "Your apprentice... is him?"

Tang En was stunned, and ten thousand grass and mud horses ran by in his heart. Bamutu was also stunned, then looked at Tang En with a smile and shook his head: "I don't have the ability to accept such disciples."

Wu Ding nodded: "Yes, I don't have such ability either."

My grass... Looking at the gaze of the Haita, Winsling and the royal family worshippers, Tang En's mouth twitched, feeling that he was like the fireflies in the night, bright stars, bright dazzling, and a mess of bombardment. No matter how you hide, it would be useless...

Of course, regardless of Tang En's self-pity, the focus of the scene is still Woodin and Bamutu.

After a little talk, Bamutu waved his hand and simply turned around and flew towards the depths of the smoke in the middle of the river.

As for what I said before, it was naturally just a joke. This is not to say that Haita and others are not qualified, after all, they are also empty-level strongmen. If Wuding is not here today, then Bamutu will definitely kill, just treat it as the tribe's juniors to get rid of some threat targets first. But now that Wuding is present, Haita and others are undoubtedly not enough in Bamutu's eyes... That's right, to put it bluntly, it means ignoring!

"master……"

Seeing this, Haita wanted to say something else in a trembling voice. Wu Ding waved his hand and interrupted, "No need to say too much. Speaking more at this time will only disrupt my mind. Relax, your master is the sword god and the strongest person in the Xize continent. Even if he is old and misuseful, as long as the sword is in his hand, he will not be defeated."

It was obviously a faint tone, without any turmoil. It was obviously a narcissistic attitude and was extremely worthy of beating. But when Wu Ding said it, everyone around him was excited and bowed confidantly.

Is this the style of a sword god that has been spread across the continent for more than a hundred years, and no one can defeat him?... The distance is too far, and when Wu Ding's words float in the wind, he is even more light. He is slightly stunned and immersed. Tang En no longer has any thoughts in his heart. Instead, he feels like he is affected, and he feels a little ridiculous and convincing.

However, it was only a short moment. Because,

As soon as he looked up, Tang En's expression suddenly changed, and he was sweating like rain. Wu Ding slowly took off in the distance, glanced at him, shook his wrist inadvertently, and hissed and screamed through the air. The slightly calmed river surface was instantly divided into two by a golden sword shadow, and it was cut open with a domineering power!

Damn! The style of a bullshit sword god, it turns out that you won’t be defeated because you will sneak attack... As soon as you step on the boat, Tang En opened his arms without thinking, and retreated rapidly like a night owl, and instantly drew an arc of ravine on the river surface.

Boom... Just now, the strange boat that was so magical on this route was split into pieces in an instant, and there was no residue left.

"It's your idea to destroy the northern teleportation array. Let's record this account for now. I'll come to you later... I hope you will still be alive by then." Wu Ding didn't look back and saw the result. He knew that the sword could not hurt Tang En, so he just said hello in advance. Of course, when he returned from defeating Bamutu, it would be more than just greeting.

but,

"No need!" Stepping on the river, Tang En narrowed his eyes and looked up at Wu Ding's back, "How about making a bet? After cooking here, I will go to find you first!"

Wu Ding came to find Tang En to be confident in defeating Bamutu. When Tang En went to find Wu Ding, he was also proud of defeating more than ten empty-level strong men such as Haita.

Who is not a master? Who doesn’t have the heart of a strong man?

Not fighting with Wu Ding does not mean that Tang En is afraid, it is just because his current battlefield is here. After Haita and others are solved, I will look for you... As I said, Tang En's biggest reliance has never been Bamutu, but himself!

Wu Ding still did not look back when he heard this. He just walked away and paused in the air for a moment, then accelerated to rush into the smoke in the middle of the river and disappeared.
Chapter completed!