Although there was no earth-shattering momentum, its high-pitched ears were extremely clear, and the supreme majesty that followed was pressed down like the Nine Heavens Overlord descending on the world. This dragon roar, not only Ye Yinfeng heard it, but everyone in Changbai Mountain heard it, including those warriors from the country of foreign countries. The dragon's roar came quickly, but it also disappeared quickly, and people had already disappeared into the vast snow-capped mountains before they could fully react.

When Wan Yan Yan heard this dragon roar, her face couldn't help but change greatly, and her face changed drastically, as well as the warriors of her Wan Yan tribe. Zhong Jianying, who was following behind this group of Jurchen men, also frowned, he obviously heard this dragon groan, and also felt the abnormal movement of the true qi circulating in his body, but the abnormal movement of the true qi in his body was not as intense as Ling Tianyun's, it could be said that it was imperceptible, but he still felt it clearly.

A flash of light swept up, and the treasure knife in Ling Tianyun's hand rolled up a cold light and swung towards the white-clothed ninjas. His body is as calm as a mountain, his feet are spinning like the wind, and the Xingze Treasure Knife in his hand is even more condensed layers of knife light to split the flying snowflakes in all directions, with a pungent bloody breath in the knife light, with the flash of the knife in his hand, the white-clothed ninjas have fallen heavily from the air into the snow, and the bright red blood dyed the snow red.

"What did you hear just now, like a dragon's groan." As soon as Ling Tian Yunbao put away his sword, he asked Wan Yan Yan and the others who were walking towards him.

The Jurchen man who proposed to compete with Ling Tianyun obviously didn't expect things to develop to such a point, and before he could fully react, the white-clothed ninjas who attacked had already been slashed down by this Xuan young man's sword. He hadn't even had time to make a move himself, and he knew that even if he made his own move, he would only be able to entangle one white-clothed ninja at most, and as for four or five white-clothed ninjas, he didn't have this confidence.

"Yes, it's a dragon roar, is there really a legendary dragon in this Changbai Mountain?" Zhong Jianying didn't wait for Yan Yan to reply, he said to Ling Tianyun. He listened to this strange dragon roar very carefully, and the true qi in his body also vibrated slightly and violently. This kind of vibration was a good thing for him, because he found that this dragon roar caused the true qi in his body to skyrocket instantly, and he was almost about to ascend to the late stage of the Near Heaven Realm. This feeling was very comforting, and he felt that if there was another dragon roar, he believed that he would definitely reach the late stage of the Near Heaven Realm smoothly.

"There is indeed a dragon groan, but it is just a legend that there is a divine dragon in this Changbai Mountain, and our Wanyan tribe has lived in this Changbai Mountain for generations, and no one has ever seen this divine dragon. The dragon's groan just now was clear and shocking, but there was some disbelief. However, I heard the old people in the clan say that someone has seen a divine dragon in Tianchi, and if there is really a divine dragon, then it should be in Tianchi. ”

"Forget it, let's rescue your people, as for the matter of the dragon, let's find out when we have time." Ling Tianyun sensed from Wan Yan Yan's tone that the other party was not telling the truth, and should not have told all the truth about Shenlong. Wan Yanyan should have hidden some of it, as for what it was, he felt that he would definitely go to meet this divine dragon for a while when he had time.

As long as there is one more step to reach the side of the Shuhu Song, An Manzi felt a burst of joy in his heart, he lightly crossed over the side of a black tiger warrior, and then the blunt knife in his hand pounced towards the Shuhu Song. It's just that as soon as his figure arrived at Shuhu Song's side, he saw a cold light coming towards him, and in a hurry, he could only raise the big knife to greet the cold light.

With a "bell", a burst of sparks splashed, An Manzi only felt a light in his hand, he looked at it, and was shocked to find that the big knife in his hand was actually missing. A wave of fear welled up in his heart, and he found a masked man in a white cloak standing between him and Shuhu Song, who was holding a cold scimitar in his hand, and the man's eyes revealed an eerie and terrifying gaze.

He tensed, an awe-inspiring chill welling up from his back, and he took a step back with the remnant knife.

"An Manzi, you want to fight Lao Tzu's idea with your little ability, you are still too far away." Shuhu Song laughed and said viciously to An Manzi.

Seeing the other party's fearless attitude, An Manzi knew that his plan had failed, and he saw a number of white-clothed people pouring out from the warriors of the Black Tiger Clan. He saw the warriors of his clan blocked by the white-clothed men with scimitars in their hands, and he saw familiar faces fall under the cold scimitars. His brain suddenly "buzzed", a blank surged suddenly, his lips squirmed a few times, and his chest was filled with endless grief and indignation, but he couldn't say a word.

Suddenly, he understood, he knew why the long knives in the hands of the Wuhu people were so sharp, this kind of knife was far from being comparable to the big knives in their hands. He knew that the Wuhu people must have colluded with this group of white-clothed people of unknown origin, and he couldn't help but secretly feel worried about the Wanyan clan, this group of sudden white-clothed people was obviously not something that ordinary tribal warriors like them could compete with, they should be those martial cultivators.

I don't know why, a figure suddenly flashed in An Manzi's mind, that person was neither the burly and domineering Khitan master Wanyan invincible, nor the young warrior Wanyan Zhantian who was not newly rising and determined to show his strength, but a very ordinary but extraordinary Jurchen man. That person was the heir of the shamanic gods, the shaman high priest Antonye, a legendary figure who had left the Jurchen tribe of Changbai Mountain for many years.

He didn't know why An Dongye wanted to leave Changbai Mountain, but he knew that An Dongye and Wanyan were invincible, and their martial arts pursuits were also different. In the end, Wanyan Invincible became the great power of the Khitan, while An Dongye left Changbai Mountain and disappeared. This is a secret in the Wanyan tribe of Changbai Mountain, and many insiders are familiar with each other, but no one knows the real secret in it.

If An Dongye did not leave Changbai Mountain, then even if the Wanyan tribe of Changbai Mountain was not invincible, or if there was no Wanyan Zhantian, no one could shake the status of the Wanyan tribe of Changbai Mountain. Now that the Wanyan tribe is constantly suppressed by the Khitans, and it is coveted by other tribes who are also Jurchens, it cannot be said to be a sorrow for the Wanyan tribe in Changbai Mountain. But there are no ifs and no assumptions in this world, and what is in front of his eyes is that the warriors of his tribe have been cut down to the ground with a scimitar, and the green grass has been stained red with blood.

An Manzi was in a trance in his mind, he stood at a loss with the remnant knife, and his eyes showed a blank look at the same time. He didn't know why things had developed to such a point, and a thought inexplicably rose in his heart, that is, the Wanyan tribe of Changbai Mountain was finished, it was really over. Where are the clansmen of the Wanyan tribe who are the opponents of this group of white-clothed people, they brought more than a hundred warriors by themselves, and half of them soon fell.

A cold light slashed at him, but he stood still as if he were dumbfounded.

"Aman!" A roar sounded, and I saw a thick figure rushing towards An Manzi. The stout figure knocked An Manzi away, but the cold light slashed the sturdy figure, splitting off the left arm of the sturdy figure, and the splashed blood immediately shot up, and the sturdy figure let out a terrible scream and slowly fell. There was a look of unwillingness in his eyes, although the knife was not enough to kill, but the white shadow flashed, and the cold light once again pierced into the chest of the strong figure.

An Manzi was hit by that sturdy figure, just avoiding the cold light that was coming, and his body staggered back a few steps before it stabilized. As soon as his body steadied, a hot stream of blood splashed on his face, staining his eyes red, and he heard the terrible scream, and the endless grief in his heart surged from the bottom of his heart like a volcanic eruption.

"Ahh He completely forgot the red blur in front of him, he completely forgot that he should have palpitations with fear, he forgot the powerful presence of the other party. He raised the half-cut knife and stabbed at the man in white, he only had the figure of the man in white in his mind, he just wanted to stab the half-cut knife in his hand into the man's body, and avenge his people.

"Poof", he heard the sound of metal piercing into the flesh, and he only felt that the figure of the man in white was obvious in the red shadow. He felt the half-cut knife in his hand stab into the chest of the man in white, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of ecstasy in his heart. He saw a painful look in the gloomy eyes of the man in white, and then the painful gaze turned to despair.

"Hahaha•••••••", he pulled out the half of the knife and stabbed it into the chest of the man in white, the pleasure he had never felt before suddenly flowed all over his body, and he raised his head and laughed wildly. He didn't care about the hot blood that shot out of the white-clothed man's chest and sprayed on his face again, and he didn't care about the blood that shot out of his eyes, he wanted to vent the endless pleasure in his heart.

With a "plop", the man in white fell at his feet, his vision became red, and from that red vision he saw someone walking towards him. He didn't see who it was, and with an instinctive reaction, he raised the half-cut knife and stabbed the figure that was coming towards him.

Wanyan Yan couldn't hide the sad look in her eyes, she saw that almost half of the Wanyan tribe people fell under the pool of blood, and half of the clansmen resisted, but it was obvious that they were not the opponents of the Black Tiger tribe and those white-clothed ninjas at all. The dagger in her hand flashed, and she rushed into the battlefield, like Qiaoyan, she raised a round of cold light towards the white-clothed ninja, her body was light, and strange and swirling, and the cold light in her hand flashed and took the life of a white-clothed ninja.

Without Yan Yan's orders, Ling Tianyun and Zhong Jianying quickly joined the battle, and the cold light in the hands of the two of them appeared, bypassing those ordinary Jurchen warriors and directly rushing towards the white-clothed ninja. Due to the addition of Ling Tianyun and Zhong Jianying, the group of white-clothed Fusang ninjas showed a vigilant and jealous look in their eyes, but they didn't expect that the strength of these two teenagers was so strong, and they couldn't stop changing their tactics and even completely gave up on those ordinary Wanyan tribe warriors.

Shuhu Song didn't expect Wan Yan Yan to rush to Yanluo Mountain so quickly, and seeing Wan Yan Yan join the battle without hesitation, he couldn't help but feel a burst of ecstasy in his heart. But the ecstasy in his heart only lasted for a few breaths before he stopped, because he saw a young man in Xuanyi holding a sword and a young man holding a long sword who looked like a scholar also joined the battle, and to his horror, the strength of those two Han teenagers was far beyond his imagination. When he saw those white-clothed Fuso ninjas change their tactics, he felt a bad crisis in his heart.