Just after noon, the scorching sun shone on the earth, but the people of the War Song Tribe could only feel a wave of coldness that kept climbing upward along the spine. Even the beating of the heart seemed to be suppressed and silent. Everyone's eyes were staring at the most noble place of the War Song Tribe - the White Bone Altar.

In other words, the two men standing on the altar and looking at each other calmly.

The fist covered with painted black steel blades was pressed against Chen Fei's fragile abdomen, and there was a vaguely thick energy running on it, revealing a faint aura of destruction like a volcano about to erupt. However, Chen Fei's face was still calm and indifferent. The dark golden sword in his hand steadily pressed against the throat of the burly man. The pure sword light like water waves made the air around him seem to have a terrible aura that was so sharp that it could not be seen.

No matter who it is, he has the ability to take the other person's life in an instant, but at the same time he may lose his own life in an instant!

However, both Chen Fei and the leader of the War Song tribe had the same expression on his face, indifferent and calm, as if he was completely unwilling to care about his life, but he just looked at the other party indifferently, but the weapons in his hand did not tremble at all, just like the suppressed aura of the bow and arrows that made no one dare to move at all.

"I said, your offering belongs to me, so give her..."

The painted black pupils were as deep as the waveless ancient well. Chen Fei looked at the burly man opposite and spoke faintly. A low voice sounded clearly in everyone's ears in this calm place. The expressions on the faces of countless strong tribal warriors were obviously paused, and then a clear disbelief, doubt and unstoppable anger appeared.

...Above the tribal ceremony, the sacrifices selected by the ancestors were snatched by a foreigner...

..This is, a shame!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!..."

I don't know who started it. The low sound of killing began to sound slowly among the crowd. The crude spear slammed on the ground with the shouts of killing. For a moment, the tribal square seemed to have turned into an ancient battlefield. The cold and fierce murderous aura gathered in the fluctuations of power from the same source, and pounced towards Chen Fei without any concealment.

This is the angry will of more than a thousand elite warriors. It is the anger of the entire tribe!

It's just a pity, it's not enough...

As if facing a gentle breeze, Chen Fei's calm and indifferent expression did not even have the slightest change. It reflected in the eyes of the burly man. The man, who was like a rock carving, finally showed a look of surprise on his face. His pale yellow pupils looked at Chen Fei stiffly and said slowly: "Very good, it can withstand the murderous aura of thousands of people. You are a real warrior, but the glory of the War Song Tribe cannot be humiliated. If you join our tribe now, you can receive forgiveness. Otherwise, even if you can kill me, you will never be able to walk out alive from here!"

"I said, leave that girl to me..."

As if you didn't hear the threat and solicitation in the giant's words, Chen Fei's tone was still cold and repeated the previous words. There was only indifference in his black pupils, obviously without any temptation. The steel giant fist covered with sharp blades was still pressing against Chen Fei's waist. For a moment, a cold and depressing aura was growing wildly around the two of them. It seemed that in the next moment, one person would be bleeding on the spot. A faint commotion appeared among the tribal warriors near the altar, and the sound of friction between the weapons sounded from time to time, making the surrounding atmosphere more and more depressing.

"Wait a minute!"

Just as Chen Fei's eyes narrowed slightly, a crisp and anxious voice suddenly sounded, and Christine's petite figure ran towards the confrontation of the two people. The atmosphere that was originally suppressed around the two people suddenly burst out as if they were pierced, as if they were in a spirit of heart. Both of them retreated and avoided the other's swept across the weapons, and then they suddenly turned into two afterimages and rushed towards the petite girl. Such a change made the girl who was only as strong as silver and was stunned and stunned.

Ding, Ding, Ding...

As the dense explosion sounds as if the heavy rains fell on the ground, Chen Fei's long sword almost turned into a cold star in the sky and collided with the black steel fist. The scorching Mars scattered around the two afterimages, almost with a thrilling beauty.

boom!

Amid the thunderous sound of the ground, the sharp sword light mixed in the ordinary sword pose collided with the gust of fierce fist force without fancy. The violent energy sputtered everywhere. The white bone altar that the War Song Tribe had been passed down for thousands of years was clearly torn out of fine cracks. The crack continued to extend downward in the creaking sound, but the burly giant man, the leader of the War Song Tribe, did not care at all. At this time, beside Christine, a dark golden sword and a painted black steel giant fist intersected. The sword edge still pointed to the burly giant man's throat, and the painted black inverted blade also rubbed tightly against Chen Fei's chest.

The situation was a little bit short of a sudden, and it became more complicated by the addition of the girl.

The painted black pupils looked at the giant man opposite indifferently. On Chen Fei's right shoulder, a hideous scar was extremely eye-catching. Scarlet blood slowly flowed out of the wound, adding another layer of moistening to the clothes that were already dyed with blood. However, Chen Fei's right hand holding the sword was still as stable as iron cast, and he said lightly: "The weapons are good."

"But I wonder if your body could block the sword under the sword before you cut me with the inverted blade?" As the words were heard, the sword in his hand was buzzing gently like a psychic, like a bloodthirsty beast roaring continuously. A trace of blood gathered gently along the smooth sword spine, ticking on the altar, making a crisp and subtle sound, which made the burly man opposite him look slightly dark. On his face, which was as sharp as a rock carving, a little red color slowly oozing out from the middle of his eyebrows.

The long sword breaks through the fist force and hits the eyebrows in an instant. If you enter the body a little deeper, you will definitely die on the spot!

This is a warning!

But in the eyes of the burly man, this is undoubtedly a deep mockery!

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a clear and violent look flashed through his pale yellow pupils. The painted black steel covered on his right fist seemed to sense the master's mood, making a metal friction sound that made people tighten the scalp. The sharp inverted blade seemed to blow Chen Fei's belly like a tiger's fangs in the next moment, causing a faint cold look to appear in Chen Fei's black eyes. The long sword in his hand shook, and the low and solemn sword roar slowly rang.

"Wait a minute, father, Chen Fei is here to participate in the ancient trial!"

At this moment, Christine, who was standing between the two, suddenly said loudly anxiously, as if she had touched a taboo noun. The expression on the face of the burly giant man suddenly became stunned, or in other words, the expression on the faces of all the people in the War Song tribe suddenly stiffened at the moment when that noun appeared!

“…Ancient, Trial…”

(Thanks to Li Yuanlong, Muzi<<

Because I encountered some things, this was a little late. I'm very sorry, everyone~
Chapter completed!