The Iga family is very famous in Fuso country, and the ninjas of the Iga family are even more obedient to Fuso country, as a member of the Iga family, Iga Jiji is still very satisfied with himself. As one of the few ninjas in his family who has reached the level of a great grandmaster, he feels even more honored. This time he was sent to this mysterious continent, how glorious his mission was, he naturally knew in his heart, for this mission, the patriarch of the Iga family did not know how many times, especially mentioned the dragon. Their mission this time is to obtain the dragon yuan of the dragon and marry the dragon to the Iga family.

As the leader of this mission, of course he knew the importance of this mission to the family, and he even did not hesitate to use many means to kidnap the Gege of the Wanyan tribe, and finally cooperated with the Wuhu tribe in order to occupy this Changbai Mountain. There is a dragon in Changbai Mountain, this secret is also a secret in the family, hundreds of years ago, someone in the Iga family had seen a dragon in Changbai Mountain, so this time the family sent them again, for the glory of the Iga family in order to dominate the Fusang country, he must complete the task, he can't tolerate accidents and mistakes.

On this day, he had already laid out all his plans and was waiting for the outcome of the victory, but an accident disrupted his whole plan. It should be said that before his plan was fully implemented, there was an accident, and that accident was the dragon's groan.

As soon as he heard the dragon's roar, Iga Jieryu concluded that it was from the Changbai Mountain Divine Dragon. This dragon chant is mentioned from the ancient books of the family, this is not the sound of ordinary animals, this dragon chant contains the most domineering majesty between heaven and earth, this dragon chant comes with the momentum of dominating the world, although there is only a dragon chant that is not loud but also high-pitched, it still clearly enters his ears.

He couldn't care so much anymore, his figure swept out directly from the station of the Black Tiger Tribe, and headed towards the peak of the Changbai Mountain. He had already felt the direction of the dragon's roar, and he was eager to climb to the top of Changbai Mountain, and he knew that there was a lake like a mirror on the peak of Changbai Mountain, which was called Tianchi.

Ye Yinfeng stood on top of a rock, he watched the figure fly up from the bottom of the mountain at a rapid pace, from a distance, he could feel the majestic aura of that figure, that endless breath was definitely not possessed by ordinary martial cultivators. He naturally knew that the cultivation of the figure was no longer comparable to him, and the circulating qi was constantly flowing like a stream, and it was majestic, this kind of breath gave him a familiar feeling. The aura circulating on that figure's body was exactly the same as the aura circulating on the bodies of those white-clothed ninjas.

The figure was getting closer and closer, and Ye Yinfeng only felt that a sharp qi machine locked him, making his whole body involuntarily run too innocent qi. This was a reaction to the instinct of danger, and from the figure that swept upward, he felt an extremely dangerous aura, that person should have reached the level of a great grandmaster among the Fuso ninjas. He only hoped that this person was not coming for him, and from the signs of the other party's flowing aura, he could feel that that person should go straight to the peak of Changbai Mountain.

Igaji's figure paused slightly, as he saw a blue-shirted boy standing on a snow-submerged rock. He could easily feel that there was a vast aura circulating in this young man's body, which he had never encountered before. Judging from the aura flowing from this young man's body, according to the ninja realm, this young man's realm should be similar to the grandmaster level. He naturally knew that this young man was a martial artist, a Han from this continent.

At such an age, but his cultivation was extraordinary, he paused slightly, and then stopped on a pine tree covered with ice ridges not far below the young man. He looked at the young man with extraordinary bearing very curiously, the young man was dressed in a blue shirt, and his body exuded an elegant and dusty temperament, and what particularly surprised him was that the young man held a dark iron sword in his hand, which had no edge and no blade.

It stands to reason that he didn't want to have more trouble, but the appearance of this young man made him feel very weird, the Han Wu Xiu appeared in this Changbai Mountain, and the cultivation was not weak, and its purpose was obviously unclear. One less opponent is an opponent, he doesn't want any accidents, and he can't help but have a strong killing intent in his heart. Although this young man's cultivation is extraordinary, it is still far worse than him, and it is easy for him to kill the other party.

"Not good!" Ye Yinfeng let out a secret snort, and he clearly captured the strong killing intent of that person. He couldn't help but secretly complain, he naturally didn't expect that this Fuso ninja who was in a hurry would have murderous intentions towards him. He knew the man's appearance, he was a very thin and short fifty-year-old man, and the man did not shroud himself in white like the other ninjas, but was dressed in an ordinary white shirt and white cloak.

From the other party's vulture-like gaze, he felt a chill, and the other party's only one gaze was like the 10,000-year-old ice, making his back secretly chill. He raised the iron sword in his hand, and a strong Tai Qing Qi poured straight into the iron sword, and the iron sword let out a soft groan, and a faint sword light suddenly appeared around the iron sword.

Iga Jiji's feet stomped hard, and the rock under his feet, which had endured thousands of years of wind and snow, was suddenly stepped out of a deep footprint by him, and his body shot towards Ye Yinfeng like an arrow.

Seeing the ninja's movements like this, Ye Yinfeng was inexplicably stunned in his heart, he didn't expect the other party's movements to be so fast, and he didn't even have an opening sentence. Condensing the true qi around him, the iron sword stirred up a pitch-black line and stabbed straight ahead. He can't keep his hands behind, the old man ninja has put too much pressure on him, even if the level of this old man is not invincible, but it is also the same level as Xiao Yujing.

The pitch-black line shot out in front of him, and the line condensed by the iron sword rolled with a breath of destruction that seemed to cut off the front. But as soon as the line raised by the iron sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand shot out, he only felt a white shadow flash in front of him, and soon his sight lost the trace of the old ninja. He felt bad in his heart, he hurriedly retracted his sword and shook his wrist, and several sword flowers suddenly appeared beside him.

The condensed sword aura of the bladeless iron sword made his body into an impenetrable shield, and that figure disappeared as if the heavens and the earth were gone. Ye Yinfeng still didn't dare to take it lightly, a burst of sword light and shadow rolled up layers of qi waves around his body, snowflakes rose all over the sky, and the crystalline snowflakes around him were fluttering one after another.

A withered claw abruptly pierced through the sword net, and the withered claw ignored the sword qi converted into the true qi, and the withered claw seemed to be a stroke of genius, and it came from the shadow of the sword. It was just that withered claw, and with the appearance of that withered claw, Ye Yinfeng was even more frightened, he didn't expect that the old ninja's internal strength was so deep, and he actually ignored the sword net woven by his sword qi.

Another withered claw appeared in front of Ye Yinfeng's eyes, and the other withered claw swept lightly like this, and suddenly the strength of the sword net turned into nothingness. Ye Yinfeng's eyes were even more frightened, as soon as he retracted his iron sword, with a slight force under his feet, he immediately made a decision and decided to flee first. But as soon as his figure took off, the short and thin figure appeared in front of him, and he saw that the short and thin figure slapped his palm, right in the middle of Ye Yinfeng's chest.

A huge pain like a lightning strike spread across Ye Yinfeng's chest, and the burning pain in his chest suddenly surged like a fire, and a fishy sweetness gushed out of his throat. "Wow", in the midst of the chaos, Ye Yinfeng immediately spurted out a stream of blood from his mouth, and his feet hurriedly stepped on the seven-star footwork in the air, his body kept changing in the air, and then he floated down from the top of the rock to the low place. A stream of bright red blood came out of his mouth, and the burning pain in his chest eased, and a strong dizziness welled up in his brain, making him unable to stabilize himself as soon as he landed.

Iga Jieryu looked at Ye Yinfeng who was rolling down the mountain, and he secretly said in his heart that it was a pity that he only needed one palm to take the young man's life. It's just that he didn't expect that the young man could actually shift and change steps in the air, thus avoiding the second palm he made, but even if the young man didn't die, it was enough to bear it, although his palm didn't have ten percent of the power, but it also had seven or eight points of power, even if the young man was injured, it was impossible for the internal force to improve.

He didn't pay attention to Ye Yinfeng rolling down the mountain, his body was together, and he swept towards the peak of Changbai Mountain again. Soon his figure disappeared into the vast white snow, and the rolling breath lifted the thick snow, and the snowflakes poured down again.

Wanyan Zhantian didn't look at the group of warriors of the Black Tiger Tribe who were trembling at all, his spear shook countless spear flowers, and sharp spears flashed past the chests of the warriors of the Black Tiger Tribe. Several blood flowers shot up, and several wails sounded, only to see the faces of several Black Tiger Tribe warriors turn dead gray, they looked down, but saw that the blood was gushing out of a blood flower on their chests that couldn't help spreading.

Shuhu Yanjiang looked at the warriors of the Black Tiger Tribe who had fallen nearly half of them beside him, and his face couldn't help but become extremely pale. He didn't expect that the situation would be reversed all of a sudden, and Wanyan Zhantian's strong appearance made all his plans and efforts in vain. He was unwilling to shout at the remaining warriors of the Wuhu tribe: "Quick, quick, there are only two of them, shoot arrows quickly, shoot them to death." ”

However, his irrational roar was not responded to by anyone, he rushed in front of a black tiger warrior, snatched the bow and arrow of the black tiger warrior, and then loosened the tightened bow, and the arrow turned into a meteor and shot towards Wanyan Zhantian. He didn't look at the result, because he knew that no matter what, the result was already doomed, and they lost, and they lost badly.

Wanyan Zhantian stretched out his hand to catch the arrow, and he raised his spear to stab at the pale and desperate eyes of the Shuhu Yanjiang. It's just that his actions were stopped by Wanyan Dashan, "Let them go, every tribe of our Jurchen tribe should not be exterminated, as a part of the Jurchen tribe, we can't have such infighting." Shuhu Yanjiang, in the future, if you Wuhu tribe think of every corner of Changbai Mountain, our Wanyan tribe will not interfere. Wanyan Dashan seemed to see it, and he said to Shuhu Yanjiang with a somewhat tired expression.

Seeming to believe his ears, Shuhu Yanjiang couldn't help but be stunned, he looked at Yan Dashan and his son with complicated eyes, and finally he left with the only remaining Wuhu tribesmen. Seeing Shuhu Yanjiang and the clansmen of the Black Tiger tribe gradually disappear in front of him, Wanyan Zhantian's straight body couldn't help but relax, but as soon as his body soothed, he felt a powerful aura towards the peak of Changbai Mountain.

"Daddy, I still have something to do and won't return to the tribe for the time being, Uncle Hatoyama and the rest of the clan are rushing here, you can rest assured that you can wait for them." Wanyan Zhantian hurriedly said to Wanyan Dashan, but before his words were completely finished, his figure had disappeared in front of Wanyan Dashan's eyes.

Looking at the devastated scene, Wanyan Dashan couldn't help but burst into tears, all of this is a sin woven by ambition, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He didn't think too much about Wanyan Zhantian's hurried departure, Wanyan tribe finally waited for this day, he listened to the dragon chant very carefully, if Wanyan Zhantian got the dragon luck, even a trace, then the fate of Wanyan tribe would change dramatically.