The white snow is flying like catkins, and the undulating mountains are completely covered by snowflakes.
Under the flying snowflakes, several figures emerged one after another, the leader of which was a young man.
His face was gentle, his thin military robe was rustling, and there was always a faint smile on the corner of the young man's mouth. Looking down at the undulating mountains below, the young man whispered: "Is this mountain range the Wolong Mountains?"
"Well, this mountain range is the Wolong Mountain Range, and the Qinglong tribe lives deep in the mountains!" A white-haired old man whispered, looking at the young man with a little respect in his eyes.
"Speaking of which, my Ye family has some connections with the Qinglong clan!" The young man murmured in a low voice, "Qinglong bloodline!"
This group of people is clearly Ye Chen and others. The young man leading the group is Ye Chen, and the gray-haired old man is Jue Lin, as well as dozens of White Tiger clan members behind them.
After Ye Chen left seclusion that day, Ye Chen agreed to accompany Jue Lin and others to the Wolong Mountains, where the Qinglong tribe lives.
Compared to the White Tiger Clan, the Qinglong Clan, which was originally the leader of the four ancient tribes, is even worse and has fallen to the bottom of the four ancient tribes.
"The four ancient clans can only hide in the mountains, while the three palaces control the entire continent!" Ye Chen murmured softly: "The gap between the two is quite big!"
Hearing this, Jue Lin Jian's eyebrows couldn't help but frown. If it weren't for the suppression of the three major halls, the four ancient clans would not be in the current situation.
"If the Qinglong tribe really wants to return, then they will return. If they don't want to, then don't force it!" Ye Chen whispered, stepping on the snowflakes, and leaping into the distance lightly.
"The Qinglong tribe will definitely return!" Jue Lin whispered, following behind Ye Chen.
In the wind and snow, several of their figures disappeared. Below were the vast white mountain peaks. The cold wind rolled up the snow on the peaks, and the snow fell on the mountain streams.
The Qinglong Clan, this ancient clan that once dominated the entire Martial God Continent, had no fewer than dozens of martial arts warriors in its heyday.
But now the Qinglong clan has been defeated. There are no more martial arts realm warriors.
Wolong Mountain Range. This mountain range was once famous all over the world because of the Qinglong people, but now, this mountain range has gradually faded out of everyone's sight.
In the snow-covered mountains, all the monsters were hidden in stone caves. For a while, the mountains were extremely quiet.
However, deep in the mountains, a fight was taking place there, with countless men in black beating on the snow, their sharp swords bringing up streaks of scarlet blood.
Among these shaking figures, there are some strange humans, whose bodies are covered with faint dragon scales. Two horns appear on the top of their heads.
Waves of dragon roars resounded, and these strange humans were fighting with the men in black. When the sword of the man in black pierced a strange human, the human's body strangely transformed into a dragon.
Obviously, these weird human beings are members of the Qinglong tribe. The sound of dragon roars resounded non-stop, shaking the surrounding void.
Above the void, three huge green dragons stood in the sky, and their endless strong wind surrounded these three green dragons, and even thunder could be heard from time to time.
"You are actually colluding with foreign enemies!" Roaring sounds resounded from the mouth of the leader Qinglong, turning into thunderous sounds that spread out.
Looking across the sky from the three blue dragons are six men in black. Only four of these six men in black are from the Martial God Continent. The remaining two are from the alien nebula.
In any case, the auras of these six people are very similar. Obviously, these six people have practiced the same technique.
"This is the Ancient Qinglong Clan. According to the instructions above, after today, there will be no more Ancient Qinglong Clan in the Martial God Continent!" A deep voice sounded from a man in black.
The low tone revealed endless killing intent, and as the words of the man in black floated out, bursts of fighting sounds were coming from below.
Wolong Valley, looking up from a distance, looks like a giant dragon coiling in the mountains.
Surrounding Wolong Valley is the roaring wind, and the endless wind emerges from the outside of Wolong Valley, forming a natural wind formation.
At this moment, the Qinglong clan members jumped out of the Gangfeng formation with swords, blocking the tide of men in black, and a fight was going on around Wolong Valley.
The flying sword light, the shattered void, the swirling wind, and the roar caused by this battle floated out. However, the disparity in numbers undoubtedly led to the Qinglong clan's defeat.
For a time, the Qinglong clan was defeated one by one under the violent attack of the men in black.
Scarlet blood danced in the snowflakes, the pungent smell of blood spread, and various sounds gathered together, including cold drinks, fighting, and wind.
In the void, three green dragons turned into human shapes, and they were suddenly three old men. The three old men looked down with quite angry eyes. The old man who led them was Qing Jue, the leader of the Green Dragon Clan!
Qing Jue narrowed her eyes slightly and stared at the six people in front of her: "Is the order from above the three halls?"
A chill burst out from Qing Jue's eyes, and her gaze, which seemed to be real, was directed towards the six men in black. However, the expressions of the six men in black did not change, and they still looked at Qing Jue indifferently.
"Could it be that they are not from the Three Great Halls?" Qing Jue muttered, his eyes becoming more serious: "If these six people are not removed, then the Qinglong Clan will be in danger of being exterminated!"
The majestic dragon roar resounded, and a long sword with a strange shape emerged from Qing Jue's hand, and the strong wind wrapped around the sword.
"Six Spiritual Martial Realm warriors! I'll hold down four of them in a moment, and you guys can deal with the other two quickly!" Qing Jue whispered to the two tribesmen beside him. At the same time, Qing Jue came out with his sword, and his figure suddenly shot.
And out.
The roar of the dragon resounded loudly again, and Qing Jue's figure suddenly transformed into four shapes, each advancing towards the four men in black.
Four brilliant sword lights shot out, piercing through the figures of the four men in black. However, the figures of the men in black immediately turned into a black mist, and their true figures emerged not far away.
The man in black who spoke out before continued: "Qing Jue, the patriarch of the Qinglong clan, is also the strongest person in the Qinglong clan, the peak of the second level of Lingwu!"
At this point, six strands of cold murderous intent erupted in vain. Four men in black came out with swords and directly surrounded Qing Jue. Their sword energy gathered into a sword net and fell towards Qing Jue below.
The remaining two Qinglong clan members also came out with swords and faced off against the remaining two men in black.
For a moment, the entire void was filled with figures, flying sword energy, and all mysterious rules.
The Lingwu Realm understands the rules, evolves magical powers, and uses the sword intention as the focus to enlighten the magical powers! Facing the dense sword shadows all around, Qing Jue's face condensed, the sword force changed in vain, and the left hand that did not hold the long sword was in vain to strike some mysterious
Hand gesture: "Wind Shadow-Change!"
Wind Shadow - Change! One of the rules of the wind that Qing Jue comprehended is to melt the wind and transform into a shadow, similar to a clone. Each shadow contains Qing Jue's sword intention and a little soul.
If Qing Jue evolves this rule and becomes a magical power, then these phantoms will be the real clones.
Several phantoms spread out again next to Qing Jue, and four extremely bright sword lights gathered together, shining directly on the surrounding sword shadows.
"The rules of the wind!" Looking at the phantom that was shooting towards him, a man in black showed a rare look of solemnity on his face. His first level of spiritual martial arts had only been exposed to the rules and had not yet truly understood the rules.
"It's good to be able to use the rules, but how long can you hold on?" The man in black sneered, his sword posture changed in vain, and he shouted coldly: "Wind Sword Jueying!"
Although the man in black was only exposed to the rules of wind, he had integrated these insights into his own sword intention. With just one sword strike, the void was filled with thousands of sword shadows, and the sword shadows rushed towards him like a flood.
The shadows surged away.
Bang bang! The sword shadow drowned the phantom, and its broken space turbulence formed a vortex in vain. This vortex immediately submerged the surrounding sword shadows and the phantom.
A phantom was broken, and one after another, the remaining men in black also used terrifying sword skills to smash the phantom one after another.
Two of the men in black were even second-level Lingwu warriors. They also understood the rules and used them to suppress Qing Jue. Under the siege of the four people, Qing Jue seemed to have no chance of breaking out.
"Completely suppressed, these two abominable rules!" Qing Jue whispered, noticing the increasingly miserable battle situation below, Qing Jue couldn't help but become anxious. If this continues, the Qinglong tribe will definitely be killed by the man in black in front of him.