"Who is coming out!"

I stretched out with one hand and pulled out the Immortal Bone Sword from the chaotic void. More than 5,000 spiritual patterns were activated instantly. A sword with a heavy aura extended along the earth. With the rumbling sound, a piece of rocks and bushes were scattered and broken, and the sword energy swept across, piercing through the source of the arrow.

"Clam~~~~"

As the sound of gold and stone clashing, a young man wrapped in trembling animal skin rose into the air with a war bow in his hand. The body parts that did not have the skin covered with dense totem symbols were exposed. There was not even a trace of holy energy and artistic conception in his body. He simply absorbed the power of heaven and earth with his physical strength, and actually had the power to fight against the saints. A familiar name jumped out of my mind. Savage, we met the legendary 100,000 Linhai Savage Tribe!

For monks who are slightly weaker outside, the 100,000 savages in the forest are themselves a taboo.

The history of the existence of the savage tribe in the 100,000 forests can be traced back to the ancient times. However, these savages have always been entrenched in the 100,000 forests and have never been involved in the Northern Wilderness. They have formed a pattern with the Northern Wilderness as the dividing line. They have not violated the rivers with the human monks in the upper realm. But today, savages have actually appeared in the Northern Wilderness.

It seems that the situation in the sea of ​​100,000 forests has undergone new changes.

The moment the boy flew over, another cluster of arrows appeared in his hand. His arms suddenly pulled the bow, squeaking tightly, and with a "chi", another arrow shot up. This time the rate of fire and lethality were even more fierce than the first time, so even Lin Muzhao said softly: "Junior brother, be careful..."

My arms sank, and three sword soul shadows surged, increasing their power to about 70%. The sword light surged, and a sword surged straight out. The sword was powerful enough. With a sound of deafening sound, it split the opponent's arrows directly from it. The aftertaste was endless, sweeping towards the savage boy with the momentum of the sky.

"snort!"

He snorted coldly, his expression was extremely cold, which could even be called cruel and ruthless. His five fingers in his left hand suddenly opened, as if he had touched the rules and orders between heaven and earth. He suddenly opened a web of power. The mesh rules and forces intertwined to block the power of my sword, but he underestimated me too much.

Just as the sword intent approached, a space jump suddenly occurred. A ray of sword intent rushed straight to his face. The young man was shocked and hurriedly raised his bow to block it. As a result, with a loud "when", the well-crafted battle bow was split directly from it. The bow womb turned into a pile of fine iron and crystal fragments. His totem seemed to have resurrected, and naturally surged to protect his body.

"Peng~~~"

The boy flew out with a muffled groan, blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth, and he was already injured.

Just before he stood up, I had already rushed over, and my boots stepped on his chest with a "pop". Under the suppression of the holy power, he suddenly shook all over his body with pain. He grabbed my legs with his arms, and a wisp of totem sharpness emerged from his fingertips to break through my protective sword energy, but as the holy energy in the soles of his feet poured in, his physical strength was shattered.

"Say, who are you?" I asked lightly.

"Sir...a soldier can be killed, but not humiliated!" His eyes were clear and he said something that surprised me.

"You deserve this sentence?"

I smiled slightly: "You savages shouldn't have appeared in the Northern Wilderness. Besides, you sneak attacked us without even calling us. What does it mean?"

The young man gritted his teeth: "Everyone can kill the monks in the upper realm!"

"What does it mean?" Lin Muzhao frowned slightly: "The upper realm and the 100,000 forests have always been in the water of the well. If you suddenly attack us, is it reasonable?"

The young man sneered: "If it weren't for you so-called upper realm, my tribe members wouldn't have to live in a corner of the 100,000 forests. You monks in the upper realm are our enemies of life and death. Is it wrong to kill you?"

"That's right."

My voice was cold and I said, "Senior Sister, the upper realm is a treasure land, there is only one treasure land. For this treasure land, the competitor is the mortal enemy. He is right."

Lin Muzhao seemed to notice my murderous intention and said, "Junior brother, do you want to kill him?"

"It's just a disaster to keep it."

I frowned and said, "I am not a monk who saves evil people, nor do I have that kind of virtue. All I can do is to use violence to fight violence. Xiaoyan's disappearance may be related to the savage. Does the senior sister have a way to let him speak?"

"have."

Lin Muzhao was floating in figure, coming to the sky above the boy like a fairy. A jade finger like a green onion condensed into the glow of light. He pointed it gently at the center of the boy's eyebrows. The boy's expression suddenly became confused. Lin Muzhao frowned slightly and closed his eyes. After less than ten breaths, he opened his beautiful eyes and shook his head and said, "I can only read a few memory clips. He did come from a hundred thousand forests, but he was just a genius from a small tribe. He was forced to leave the hundred thousand forests and come to the northern desert to survive because of the exile and exiled land and the large tribe."

"Have he killed anyone?"

"Killed." Lin Muzhao pursed his red lips and said, "There are three human monks, two of them are the lower saints."

"Since that's the case, it's broken."

I raised my sword. In the boy's surprised gaze, his head had already flew out, and blood splattered three feet away.

"Junior brother..."

Lin Muzhao seemed a little surprised and said softly: "Your killing aura is getting heavier and heavier. Is it because you have practiced the White Deer Sword Technique?"

"No."

I smiled slightly: "Sister Sister, I asked about my true heart. I think I am still a righteous monk. But the savages in the forest regard us as mortal enemies. Once we are determined to be enemies, we no longer have to be merciful. The so-called righteousness is not a good person, but we also need to kill decisively. Kill one of them, and perhaps we can kill a few monks in the upper realm with good thoughts."

"Well, you're right."

Lin Muzhao smiled: "In this regard, senior sister seems to learn more from you in the future."

"Need not."

I dispersed the Immortal Bone Sword, waved the blood stained with my fingers, and said calmly: "I will do this kind of bad guy in the future. My senior sister is a saint. If you can kill someone with your own hands, don't do it."

"Um……"

...

After encountering the first ambush, I never dared to fly with magic weapons again.

After dozens of miles ahead, there was finally some vitality in the northern desert. Plants and trees appeared in the continuous mountains, but they were still yellow, withered leaves, and the breeze passed, and the leaves were flying into one, which was a ruined artistic conception in late autumn. After this ruined artistic conception, there was an indescribable sense of depression.

"There seems to be a fight here."

Lin Muzhao looked at a rocky land and frowned slightly.

After I landed, I took a look. There were signs of sword energy opening and closing among the gravels. Judging from the remaining energy in the woodland, the swordsman also had at least the advanced level of sword heart. There were drops of blood on a dead tree cut off by the sword energy. It seemed that it had not been drying for long, and it was a battle that took place about a few hours ago.

The human monks were attacked again.

I frowned, looked around the sword god's eyes and found a slight slight aura several miles ahead, and said, "Senior sister, the person should not be dead yet, right there."

"Well, I feel it too, go and take a look."

"good!"

Lin Muzhao flew forward, and his delicate body turned into a beautiful figure and flew into the clouds and was moving forward at a high speed. I followed side by side and didn't dare to leave her too far. Although Lin Muzhao is now a beautiful sword saint, this is the dangerous northern wilderness after all. There are too many rumors about the fall of the sword saint, let alone Lin Muzhao is just a lower-level sword saint and is not skilled enough in mastering the power of the sword saint realm.

Just as we rushed out of the clouds, a valley appeared in front of us, with rugged rocks and yellow leaves falling among the gravels. Under a huge silver-leaf tree, blood was mottled. A human monk lay there covered in blood. His left arm was almost completely broken, leaving only half of his arm, and there was also a terrifying wound on his chest, which was a wound pierced by a sword blade.

"Someone is injured." I frowned.

Lin Muzhao sent a message and said, "Junior brother, be careful, this is the Northern Wilderness, not as good as the upper realm. This person's injuries are too strange. They are all in the upper plate, but the lower half of his body is intact."

"yes……"

I opened the sword-divine eye again, and my heart suddenly felt cold. We were only three steps away from the injured, and there were a bunch of spiritual patterns everywhere here. It was a kind of spiritual array. Before we knew it, we seemed to have entered a trap, so we sent a voice: "Senior sister, be careful, it is a formation restriction."

"I see."

Lin Muzhao smiled slightly, his slender feet fell to the ground, and a wisp of invisible sword saint aura surrounded his graceful figure. He walked towards the injured step by step and said, "Fellow Taoist, how are you?"

The injured person said nothing.

Lin Muzhao's palm was wrapped with soft holy power, and he swung his body gently, turning the injured person's body over. As a result, the moment he turned it over, he saw a ferocious face. The man's left arm was destroyed, but his right arm was intact. He held a short sword in his hand and turned into a white light and stabbed straight into Lin Muzhao's chest.

However, it is not that easy to assassinate a sword saint, let alone a sword saint like Lin Muzhao who ignites the third-grade holy fire!

"Clam!"

Mu Zhao's sword was instantly unsheathed and shook the "injured" back. The majestic sword energy was surging. It not only shook it back, but also shook the injured person out. It smashed several big rocks and slid into the distance in a mess. His expression became even more ferocious, and he was a saint.

A dignified saint actually uses such despicable means?!

I was a little unbelievable, and at this moment, the spiritual pattern formation on the surface activated and turned into tender golden vines wrapped around Lin Muzhao's legs, and then continued to spread upward, forming the power of the forbidden formation. This level of forbidden formation can probably trap the middle saint.

"Junior brother, don't do it first, see who they are." Lin Muzhao said in a voice.

"knew."
Chapter completed!