God-level upgrade system

The feud between the Qingxiang Tribe and the Black Crow Tribe is obviously not shallow. After the two sides met, there was no nonsense at all, and an encounter battle kicked off so quickly.

Seeing this, Wei Yi and Mu Xuan couldn't help being a little stunned for a while.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the people on both sides had already fought into a group, and both sides did not hold back at all. They were fighting for their lives as soon as they came up, and several people died tragically on the spot in the blink of an eye.

Since Wei Yi and Mu Xuan were not from the Qingxiang tribe, no one greeted them.

But the people of the Black Crow Tribe didn't know this.

Although Wei Yi and Wei Yi were dressed differently, since they were walking with people from the Qingxiang tribe, they took it for granted that they were enemies.

Since it is an enemy, then naturally you don't have to be polite!
So soon, several warriors from the Black Crow Tribe brandished their swords and killed them.

"I didn't expect to have a fight before I arrived at the Qingxiang tribe. It seems that the land in the south of the mountain is not peaceful." Wei Yi shook his head helplessly.

"Isn't that just right? If you want something, you must give it first." Mu Xuanwen said with a smile, "For us, visiting the Qingxiang tribe is just a welcome gift. "

"That's not bad." Wei Yi thought for a while, then nodded.

While speaking, Wei Yi had drawn his sword out of its sheath.

Although his current strength has not fully recovered, he still doesn't pay attention to the few tribal fighters in front of him.

In fact, it's not just him, Mu Xuan is the same.

Although the fight ahead was extremely fierce, the two of them didn't even blink their eyelids.

Compared with the great battles they encountered in the past that would destroy mountains and rivers, the current scene, to put it bluntly, is no different from children fighting, and there is no way to compare it.

"The bastards of the Qingxiang tribe, go to hell with me!"

A young man from the Black Crow tribe had a ferocious face and a distorted expression. He rushed to Wei Yi with a big ax in both hands.

When he suddenly shouted angrily, the tomahawk in his hand slashed directly at Wei Yi's head, and a hearty grin flashed across his big dark face, as if he could already foresee the scene of Wei Yi's head blooming.

"It's no wonder I'm the one who took the initiative to seek death."

Compared with him, Wei Yi's expression was much calmer, as if the person in front of him was not trying to kill him, but the two were talking casually.

The figures flickered and passed by quickly, and then the grin on the young man's face stopped for an instant.

The Qingsuo sword is a sharp weapon of the gods, so it goes without saying that it is sharp enough to cut the battle ax in his hand into pieces, and even his whole body was also divided into two by the sword.

His burly body exploded instantly, and blood splashed everywhere.

Under Wei Yi's flickering figure, he was naturally not affected at all. On the contrary, Mu Xuan, who was forced to back away again and again, couldn't help frowning, and complained to Wei Yi: "Can you stop making such a mess?" bloody."

Wei Yi chuckled, answered "Yes", and then drew his sword again.

Before the two people who followed the young man could react, they felt a chill on their necks, and then something seemed to flow out. They couldn't help covering their throats with their hands, and then...their bodies fell down straight like this .

Although these warriors of the Black Crow Tribe were brave and tough, to Wei Yi, they were just brave, with low cultivation, rough martial arts skills, not to mention combat skills, in fact they were not even considered opponents at all.

Holding the Qingsuo sword in his hand, he walked forward with a calm expression, as if strolling in a garden, killing wherever he went, and all of them were dealt with cleanly and neatly.

That's right, it's all solved with one sword, as simple and casual as chopping melons and vegetables.

Even if the cultivation energy cannot be used, there is no way to use those special skills and big moves, but there is no need for those special skills and big moves to deal with the fighters of the Black Crow tribe in front of them.

And having said that, Wei Yi's swordsmanship cultivation is not just those big swordsmanship moves, these most basic swordsmanship are also part of it.

Splitting, stabbing, pointing, teasing, collapsing, cutting, wiping, etc.

Although it is just the simplest sword move, in the hands of a master swordsman like Wei Yi, it has a taste of turning decay into magic, and its power is far beyond that of ordinary swordsmen.

The fighters of the Black Crow tribe basically died under Wei Yi's most basic and simple sword moves.

In just a few moments, Wei Yi killed three or forty people in a row.

For a moment, everyone present couldn't help being shocked, not only those from the Black Crow Tribe, but also everyone from the Qingxiang Tribe.

After all, there were only about a hundred people in the Moya tribe, and Wei Yi killed almost half of them in one fell swoop, which was much more brutal than the combined record of dozens of people in the Qingxiang tribe.

"I'm a good boy, I didn't expect Brother Wei to be so strong."

Matthew's eyes widened and his mouth was wide open. He never expected that the two "lost people" he met by accident would have such amazing strength.

However, thinking that Wei Yi and the two came out of the extremely dangerous Heiluo Forest, he felt a little natural.

"Kill this guy and avenge the dead brothers and clansmen!"

But at this time, the leader of the Black Crow Tribe had red eyes, roared angrily, and then rushed towards Wei Yi with a saber in his hand.

The other members of the Moya tribe also screamed and howled together, and rushed towards Wei Yi.

"You can't just stand by and watch the show all the time, can you? At least try to do something." Wei Yi turned his head to look at Mu Xuan at this moment.

"It's just a few people, and you want me, a weak woman, to help you. It's really kind of you."

Mu Xuan complained angrily, but her movements were not slow. With a slight throw of her right hand, the Sea God Orb flickered and appeared immediately. She moved her fingers slightly forward, and then a layer of water-blue light rippled out.

Then, under the diffusion of the blue light wave, the dozens of people from the Black Crow Tribe were instantly enveloped in it. They saw the flash of light, and they were instantly frozen into ice sculptures one by one.

Then Mu Xuan flicked his sleeve again, and a gust of cold wind blew past, and the ice sculptures shattered and exploded one after another. Dozens of warriors from the Black Crow Tribe died like this, and none of them escaped by luck.

Only Wei Yi and the Qingxiang tribe were left.

It's just that compared to the calmness of Wei Yi and the others, everyone in the Qingxiang tribe couldn't help but widen their eyes, each and every one of them was full of unimaginable shock.

After swallowing hard, the eyes of everyone looking at Wei Yi and Wei Yi changed drastically.

I no longer dared to be as casual as before, but was full of fear and panic, including the leader Matthew.

"That Wei... Mr. Wei, thank you for your help."

Matthew took a step forward, clasped his hands and clasped his fists, thanking him rather stiffly.

There was also a faint fear in his heart. They surrounded Wei Yi and the two before. If the two really did something, their fate might not be much better than those of the Black Crow tribe.

"Young Patriarch, you don't need to be so polite, we should still be brothers." Wei Yi smiled and waved his hands, and said kindly.