"Tsk!"

As if the sound of space being torn apart permeated the whole scene, another early morning ushered in the secluded Evening Star Woods, and at the same time, a shocking melee also ushered in.

The Spirit Tribe people, led by Xing Runsong, had already left the tribe's territory. After all, they were not qualified to participate in this improvised melee. Even Xing Runsong looked at Feng Jue, who was at the center of the melee, with a worried look on his face.

Yu Kun had no way to deal with it and rubbed his hands and feet anxiously.

"Boom!" The Wei brothers joined forces to face the enemy and took over the Mei family combination from the blood clan. Once the unique fighting talents and nature of the mad clan were released, they were absolutely unstoppable. Both of them used the second-grade purple flame.

The nine-ring ghost-head sword can be used to open and close the sword, like thunder and rain, with the momentum to split the sky and split the earth.

In contrast, the blood clan's skills are obviously sinister and cunning. Mei Shaoyin and Mei Lianye each step on a strange pool of blood. Their bodies follow their heartbeats, and their blood moves with them. The shadows of their palms fly around.

It was a huge cloud of blood mist that covered the sky.

Under such a violent bombardment filled with rich and bloody martial arts, Wei Shan and Wei Gu did not panic. The two of them stood back to back and wielded the ghost-headed sword, Huhu Shengfeng, using the supreme sword to attack themselves.

Zhou Hu's seal is tight, and the four of them are fighting with equal strength. It seems that they can't win even if they fight hundreds of moves.

On the other side, the three heroes of the Wushi clan of the Qi clan, Wacha, Zhai Ji, Bo Yuanbo, Luo Shark, Zhang Man, and Ke Suhun of the Hai clan joined the battle group. They did not distinguish between friend and foe at all, and the opponents surrounded Feng Jueyu.

Continuous exchange.

Under such a melee, the restless spiritual energy of heaven and earth was greatly affected. The energy in the sky was like a rainbow rolling wantonly in the forest. Vigorous ancient trees were uprooted or broken at the waist.

Or it may turn into powder and become chaotic, just like a terrifying storm that instantly destroyed the territory of the Eldar tribe into a state of disarray.

But in the center of the storm where many masters are fighting, Feng Jueyu is more like a lonely boat. With the possibility of the boat being destroyed and people being killed, Feng Jueyu finally understands the grand vision of the world, respects martial arts, and has the biggest fist.

A unique look.

"Peng!"

With one palm shot, Feng Jueyu knocked away a sword beam that came from nowhere. Feng Jueyu couldn't help but retreat a few meters away from the ground. Feeling the pain of cutting through the skin from his palm, he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"You bastard, are you all deaf? I said I would help you, so why bother beating me?"

As expected, the masters from all races were quite strong. Feng Jueyu responded in a hurry. Even if he had no opponent, he was forced to panic by the raging energy in the forest. For a moment, everything was in danger.

"Human boy, if you dare to leave with Wu Mou, Wu Mou will naturally not make things difficult for you." Wu Xi flew past from the side. Although he used a negotiating tone, the huge clay pot fist hit the wind.

Jue Yu's back.

"Damn it, did you invite me like this?" Hearing the energy coming from behind, Feng Jueyu lowered his head riskingly, and the energy with dark gray true energy brushed against his scalp, and he couldn't help but shudder.

Had a chill.

"Get away." In anger, Feng Jueyu's half-crouched body suddenly spun, and a powerful force spurted out from under his feet. He counterattacked and took advantage of the momentum. He stretched out his right hand and pointed at the old fist wrist that Wu Xi had smashed down.

It blasted through.

"boom!"

The two fists collided, and there was a deep muffled sound. Wu Xi's arm was strong and strong. Even if Feng Jueyu hit Wu Xi's weak spot in a tricky way, he still felt a strong counterattack.

Directly pouring into Feng Jueyu's body, the oppressive force twists his body veins and twists and turns his internal organs. Suppressed by this force, Feng Jueyu frowned severely.

Wu Xi's big hand stretched out from the violent energy to grab his arm. Feng Jueyu couldn't help but change his face, but at this moment, a long knife with a thick blood halo suddenly came out of Feng Jueyu's arm.

The right side of his cheek passed through, and the cold blade stabbed directly into the big hand behind him with compelling force. The hairs on his back stood on end. Feng Jueyu saw that the master wielding the knife was none other than Zhang Man from the barbarian tribe.

.

"Usi, this boy belongs to me, get your dirty hands off."

"puff!"

The tip of the knife stabbed Wu Xi's big hand hard, as if it was stabbed on a hard stone. There was a clang, which made Feng Jueyu's ears buzz.

"Damn it, none of these guys are cheap." Seeing the fierceness of Zhang Man's sword and the amazing defensive power of Wu Xi's big hand, Feng Jueyu's heart sank.

He originally planned to cause a melee among experts from all walks of life, and then wait for an opportunity to escape. Who would have thought that these guys are so strong, and each of them is not an easy character to deal with. After only fighting for dozens of rounds, he can see that if he confronts him head-on,

He is definitely no one's opponent. Even if he can fight with one of them using the Guizhen Explosion, both of them will be injured. In the end, he will either be caught by someone or die without a burial place.

Only half an hour after the melee started, the territory of the Eldar tribe had been completely destroyed. Except for the ancient Evening Star pine that had regained its vitality, all the trees within a radius had turned into powder.

Xing Runsong watched helplessly as his tribe was destroyed in this way, with an extremely sad look on his face. Fortunately, Muxing Gusong was not destroyed, otherwise he wouldn't know what to do.

Yi Bingyan was feeling anxious as she watched from outside the battle circle. She tried to rush forward several times but was forced to pull back by Xing Runsong due to her lack of extraordinary strength: "What are you doing? Do you want to die?"

"Clan leader, if this continues, Mr. Feng..." Yi Bingyan said, tears falling down uncontrollably.

Seeing the pitiful appearance of Yi Bingyan's pear blossoms in the rain, Xing Runsong shook his head bitterly. He never wanted to put Feng Jueyu in danger, but he just suffered from the lack of cultivation to turn the tide, and he also had to protect Gu Song from being

The impact was such that this was the first time Xing Runsong felt helpless.

Looking at the eager Yi Bingyan, Xing Runsong closed his eyes slightly. We are just like brothers, and the choice is the key. After thinking about it again and again, Xing Runsong finally strengthened his determination and said to Yi Bingyan: "Yi Zi"

Spirit Envoy, I now order you to take charge of the Dusk Star Spirit Clan until the next clan leader is trained..."

Hearing Xing Runsong's decisive order, all the clan members were stunned. Xing Runsong passed the throne at a critical moment, which meant that he had to sacrifice his own life for Feng Jueyu's safety.

"Clan leader." Yi Bingyan was stunned, looked at Xing Runsong, and shouted anxiously: "This is not allowed."

Xing Runsong smiled slightly, glanced at each clan member, and said reluctantly: "Young Master Feng has a debt of gratitude to our clan. I can't just sit back and ignore it. Fortunately, our clan has a secret technique that can help Young Master Feng get out of danger. I hope this method can help Young Master Feng escape from danger."

Mr. Feng, please turn the danger into safety."

"Secret technique?" The faces of several elders suddenly became extremely pale.

In the inheritance of the spirit race, each race has a lot of inherited secret techniques, and these secret techniques are powerful martial arts. Among these martial arts, you cannot use them unless you have reached the highest level, otherwise it will

Set yourself on fire.

Seeing the way Xing Runsong looked at death, several elders knew what he was thinking, and they had the intention to stop him. Thinking of how Feng Jueyu had just generously sacrificed his life for the Spirit Clan, but they didn't have the face to open their mouths. How can this be blamed?

Who, if they hadn't listened to Xing Wu's slander, they wouldn't have let the matter deteriorate to this point.

Regret and shame welled up in their hearts, and several elders knelt down on the ground one after another: "Chief, it's all our fault. We will follow the patriarch to the death to help Mr. Feng escape from trouble."

"You..." Xing Runsong's face was slightly gloomy, but when he saw that the three elders were sincerely repentant, he sighed helplessly: "You guys, please get up. I can't blame you entirely for this. I'm leaving. Duixingling

The tribe still needs people to protect them, and they don’t have to worry about the Ancient Evening Star Pine. Now that the ancient pine has regained its vitality, they don’t dare to do anything to the Ancient Evening Star Pine. They follow my order and lead people to leave here and come back after finding more tribesmen.

."

Evening Star Ancient Pine represents the hope for the survival of the entire Spirit Clan. Even if it is left in a certain place and ignored, people from the Twelve Royal Clan will not dare to destroy it casually when they see it. This is a rule that has been passed down for more than two thousand years. Otherwise,

, whoever touches the Ancient Evening Star Pine is tantamount to declaring war on the entire Eldar Tribe.

Therefore, Xing Runsong is not worried at all about what his tribe will do to Muxing Gusong that they will regret after they leave.

Seeing Xing Runsong starting to attack people, Yi Bingyan wanted to say more, but was stopped by the former: "I have made up my mind, you... let's go."

"Clan leader..."

By the time the members of the Spirit Tribe knelt down together, Xing Runsong had already taken off his outer robe to reveal his lean short collar. He raised his hands slightly, and a vitality of true energy slowly lit up on his body.

This is a secret technique that requires burning true energy, releasing all the vitality in the body, which will burst out with great power. When the time comes, Xing Runsong will have a strength that is not weaker than the masters of all races.

But later, when the vitality is completely burned out, Xingrunsong has only one way to die.

There was no turning back. In order to repay Feng Jueyu's kindness to the spirit tribe, Xing Runsong chose to exchange one life for another.

At this time, Feng Jueyu also saw Xing Runsong with a dim green light not far away. When his spiritual consciousness came out, he was shocked to find that Xing Runsong was brewing an extremely powerful martial art. What was he going to do?

?You won’t be stupid, right?

Almost without thinking, Feng Jueyu guessed what Xing Runsong was going to do. In shock, Feng Jueyu ran towards Xing Runsong desperately. He didn't want to owe such a favor. You know, dead people

There is no way to repay the favor.

At this critical moment, before Feng Jueyu broke out of the battle circle and Xing Runsong had not used his secret technique, a gray shadow suddenly fell from the sky.

The gray shadow appeared extremely suddenly, without any warning, but its appearance brought the entire battle circle to a standstill. All the masters looked up to the sky, where they saw a small mountain falling from the sky.

"They are from the Stone Tribe."

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