The Great Wild God

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Gu Jianfeng watched Chen Xun step into the snow and disappeared into the mountain ridge. The shock in his heart still remained. Seeing that the young man was two or three years younger than him, his cultivation level was far above him. He broke through the sixth level of Barbarian Martial and entered the seventh level of the replacement blood, which made him unimaginable.

Although he is a rare talent in the wild, he was trained to the sixth level of the barbaric martial arts at the age of sixteen. He is considered a rare genius in the Black Mountain for hundreds of years, and he seems to be only one level behind the seventh level, but in fact, There is a huge gap between the middle-rank barbarian and the upper-rank barbarian, and there is a world of difference in combat power.

The middle-level Barbarians focus on tempering the physical body. Even at the peak of the sixth floor, the Barbarian Soul Shenhua can be released, and the Barbarian Soul combat martial arts can be used, but the time is extremely short; only at the seventh floor, the pure blood can support the Barbarian Wu continued to use his savage soul and martial arts.

Unlike Chen Xun, the ordinary martial artist has to advance to the seventh level of the replacement blood, so that the spirit can breed spiritual consciousness, and it has various magical effects.

This was a glimpse of the profound art of archery that the young man was so fascinating that the evil fish was so jealous.

Although Gu Jianfeng has begun to temper tendons to train his strength, he still needs several years of hammering before he can be promoted to the upper-level brutal martial arts.

If it hadn't been for the young man to use profound archery to contain the evil fish, Gu Jianfeng knew that he and the two mid-level brutal fighters in the clan would have been entangled with the evil fish for so long and could still save their lives.

There are only two high-ranking barbarians in the five thousand tribes of Montenegro. The opponent is only thirteen or four years old, so he has such a high level of cultivation?

The other party turned out to be from the Wumang tribe!

Why should he save them?

Didn't he know that Black Mountain and Black Python had been fighting for hunting for many years.

Even if he is not a bloodthirsty person, he can just sit on the sidelines. Forty or fifty of them fell into the glacier, and most of them would never escape from the belly of the fish.

Not only did this young man not stand by and help, he also took out such precious elixir to save Gu Yuan's life. Is he a fool?

Gu Jianfeng stood in the snow, fighting between spirits and souls, and he was soaked that he was shaking with the cold wind.

"How could Wu Mang have such a strong young man?" Another mid-level brute force was also shocked.

"He should be the boy who killed Gu Lei and maimed Gu Shan?" Gu Yuan said desperately. He couldn't believe it, but other than that, there was no reasonable explanation.

"How come?" Gu Jianfeng was even more shocked.

No one else in the Black Mountain Ministry had ever seen that boy, except for his father and Gu Shan, whose feet were completely useless.

Abba said that this black python boy has unlimited potential. If you don’t get rid of it as soon as possible, the Black Mountain will be harmed. Only then did you decide to send Gulei and Gushan into the Mangyaling mountain to rob and kill this person. Let this boy be killed and maimed.

If this person is the black python boy that Abba said, he has no reason to help them, instead of taking the opportunity to kill them all.

Thinking of this, Gu Jianfeng lost his soul and didn't understand what happened.

Gu Jianfeng saw the miserable appearance of Gu Yuan and him, and the other tribesmen were almost unarmed. If this black python really kills, none of them will survive!

"At this time, the clan leader and the people from the Shandong tribe are surrounding Wumengzhai. Is there any danger?" Gu Yuan asked in shock when he thought of something.

"Nan Li was seriously injured, and the people from the Shandong tribe were also two upper-level barbarians who led the team, and the clan owner was enough to suppress the whole village of Wumeng, and there was not much more than him..." The other barbarian did not think of the clan. The Lord Gu Hu and the Shan Dong tribe joined forces to ask for a golden wolf corpse from Wu Mang. What would be the problem, but he also felt that he should send someone to report to the clansman as soon as possible. Otherwise, it would be extremely difficult to ask the young man to sneak near the clan leader. Very dangerous.

It was because Heishan and Shandong teamed up to encircle the black mang and needed a large amount of meat, they ventured over to break the ice and fish, unexpectedly rescued by the man named black mang.

Gu Jianfeng was fighting between people and gods, standing **** in the cold wind, cold sweat oozes from his forehead, and after a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "We found Abba to meet..."

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Chen Xun didn't make a bend along the Yema Creek, but went straight out of several mountains and rushed to the upper reaches of the Yema Creek, but before he entered the narrow valley on the north side of Shizhai, he felt abnormal.

At this time, no one could be seen in the empty valley on the south bank of the Mustang Creek.

Although the mountains and ridges were covered with snow and ice at this time, they had not melted yet, but the extreme cold profound energy had already faded.

Even if Wumang has survived the bitter winter, there is still a lot of grain in the stockade, but it is impossible for everyone to stay in the stockade at this time and not go out of the stockade to fish and hunt in preparation for the spring famine.

Chen Xun took the longbow in his hand and did not go directly into the long and narrow valley. Instead, he drilled into the dense forest-covered ridge on the east side. He dived from the dense forest to Shizhai, and saw the mouth of the narrow and long valley in the south, more than a thousand away from Wumeng Shizhai. At the meter, a low stone wall was built, and dozens of animal skin tents were erected to camp in the valley behind the stone wall.

Roughly estimated, there are no less than two hundred savage fighters of other tribes in the Tanikou camp, guarding against the direction of Shizhai.

In addition to the camp at Taniguchi in the south, there are many elite warriors with bows in the dense forests on both sides of Wumeng Shizhai.

Chen Xun went from the outer ridge to the south of Wumang, but saw that there were sixty or seventy animal skin tents and more elite and brutal warriors on the stone **** south of Wumang Shizhai.

Seeing this posture, these people actually besieged Wumeng Shizhai firmly.

Gu Hu, the patriarch of the Black Mountain, was standing on the other side of the ridge with a few people, watching the situation in Shizhai.

Chen Xun furrowed his brows deeply. He never expected that the wild tribes of Mangyaling would kill each other just after such a hard winter.

Looking at the wall of Wumeng Shizhai, Zongsang, in heavy armor, looked like a wild war god, and dozens of Wuzhengs staring at the enemy in the encirclement, Chen Xun felt relieved.

In the end, Wumang still suffers from less people. Although Wumang enlightened Barbaric Soul's middle and upper-level martial arts, there are 20 people, no less than Black Mountain, but there are too few ordinary martial arts, and there are only a hundred people in total. .

In comparison, the number of middle and upper-level barbarians in the Black Mountain Tribe is about the same as that of Wu Mang, but there are more than 5,000 tribes in the Black Mountain Tribe, and thousands of barbarian warriors can participate in the encirclement at critical moments.

And looking at the camp, the brutal warriors who participated in the siege of Wu Mang are not only in Montenegro.

The two black-faced men standing with Gu Hu, wearing heavy armor and holding giant axes, their sharp axe blades gleaming coldly; looking from a distance, the aura of these two black-faced men is no better than any superior. Man Wu is slightly worse.

Montenegro doesn't have so many advanced brutal weapons.

The Black Mountain alone is not enough to be in danger. I am afraid that the Black Mountain and other tribes in the northern mountain of Mangyaling will join forces to deal with the Wumang.

Although Heishan always has frictions with other tribes in Mangyaling, Wumang, as a new tribe that moved to Beishan 30 years ago, is more likely to suffer from the joint attack of Heishan and other tribes.

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Chen Xun waited until it got dark before sneaking through the gap in the camp of the Black Mountain Encircled Village, but people were noticed before they reached the Wumeng Stone Village.

"Someone breaks into the camp and wants to enter the stockade..." The patrolman raised a torch and shouted loudly, suddenly like a rock smashed into the calm lake, causing waves of waves, and the quiet camp was like a pot boiling. The porridge boiled.

Chen Xun didn’t need to hide his whereabouts anymore. He buried his head and ran under the wall of Wumeng Shizhai. He was about to jump on the seven-eight-meter-high stone wall. Two torches from the left and right "swish" smashed over, whistling with the wind. It is not weak.

Chen Xun's soul was trembling, supporting the stone wall with a single palm, and his figure flashed, and he turned and kicked the torch away. Sparks splashed all over, illuminating two silently two short spears, like a poisonous snake. , Plunged deeply into the stone wall behind Chen Xun, only then did the handle of the spear buzzed.

This silently thrown short spear is very poisonous. At such a speed, but silently, there has never been a sharp whistle that pierced the air. If Chen Xunling had not known people, I would only have these two short spears hit the back. perception.

Although the spear shaft was short, the blade was extremely long, and a small cutting blade exposed outside the stone wall shone cold in the dark night.

The heavy front spear and this long-edged short spear, in the final analysis, are specifically aimed at the savage martial arts that have been successfully trained and the flesh is strong.

Even if Chen Xun has seven levels of brutal martial arts cultivation, his muscles, bones, skin and flesh are all tempered to a new extreme, but he is a little careless, calling such a heavy-edge and long-bladed spear solid, and it is a blood hole through the body.

Chen Xun felt that the two tribes that besieged Wumeng Village had more powerful enemies hidden in the camp than he had imagined.

Chen Xun couldn't get around in one breath, unable to jump on the wall in a rush, and then his back was locked by two bitter intents, and his figure was forced to fall from the stone wall to the ground.

At this time, the two short spears "swish" shot again.

This time no longer hiding the shape, the two short spears broke through the air when they were dropped.

As the short spear swept over, Chen Xun could even see that the air at the tip of the spear vibrated violently, forming a solitary air wave under the torch's light, spreading rapidly, and then heard the scream that almost tore the eardrums apart.

Chen Xun was secretly feeling whether he had been in a disadvantaged place or chose the wrong place to enter the village. Two people came casually and threw short spears so amazing.

He swung an iron bow to smash the two short spears, and his right arm couldn't help making the two short spears numb slightly.

He tempered his muscles and bones to a new extreme, and most of his body was reshaped by Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi. With the strength of the physical body, he was not even under the peak of the Ninth Floor of Manwu. The spear shot in rage, what a terrible force it hid.

However, without waiting for Chen Xun to complain, the two brutal warriors approached and killed them aggressively. The giant spears in their hands flashed with cold light under the torch, and instantly turned into heavy spear shadows, like a mountain pressing down, trying to crush Chen Xun. Crushed.

Chen Xun didn't have a hand in hand, so he could only hold the bow in his right hand to block two spears, "boom" and "boom". Sparks splashed all over. In just a few moments, Chen Xun asked these two brutal fighters to force them under the wall. .