In fact, those forces that seem to have innocent backgrounds may not be without connection with [Blood Dragon Village].

The Terran forces are intertwined, on the surface it is a light alliance, but secretly, in fact, the least lacking thing is bullying.

Within a radius of hundreds of miles from Xuelong Mountain, because of this incident, it suddenly became lively.

......

Before dawn.

Thang Long Peak.

This is one of the more famous peaks among the 72 peaks of the Snow Dragon Mountain, the mountain is relatively gentle, and it is not high, but from a distance it looks like a cold ice dragon winding and curling up and ready to take off, hence the name.

The day before, the [Blood Dragon Village] had already set up a blood altar and some large and small white ice halls here to entertain warriors from all over the world.

It seems that this bandit group is really going to be good, and even those fierce black knights have become extremely enthusiastic at this time.

It was the darkest hour before dawn.

It's also the coldest time.

However, on the huge snow-covered platform area at the top of Shenglong Peak, at least thousands of people had gathered, except for the four or five hundred [Blood Dragon Village] black knights, the others were all martial artists from nearby regions.

A ten-meter-tall ice altar towered over the crowd.

At the top of the altar, a white flag hunted in the wind, and a blood-red dragon was embroidered on the flag, which seemed to be really alive when it flew in the wind, showing its teeth and claws, looking extremely hideous.

The so-called blood sacrifice is to dye the banner red with the blood of the enemy.

The three masters of the [Blood Dragon Village] all appeared under the altar, each wearing exquisite armor made of high-grade demon beast skin, fully armed, surging with extremely not weak Xuan Qi fluctuations, behind the three of them, surrounded by fifty of the most elite warriors, murderous, ready to fight, not to be underestimated.

There are about forty or so ice sculpture seats that have been arranged on all sides.

Among the warriors who were invited, those warriors with slightly higher status and the heads of the major forces occupied one side, surrounded by their respective henchmen, they were also sitting quietly, in addition, there were also a large number of warriors who took the initiative to come here to join in the fun, and could only stand on the periphery and wait for the show to begin.

Everyone was mixed up near Xuelong Mountain, and they were also acquaintances with each other, and they were all talking to each other while waiting.

However, until this moment, the [Valley Village], which is one of the two major parties to this grand event, has never appeared, and it seems that the [Blood Dragon Killing Order] has not been taken into account at all.

It's getting closer and closer to sunrise time.

The chatter in the crowd gradually stopped, and everyone looked at the ice altar in the center.

"Everyone," [One Sword Soul Hook] Feng Xueyi suddenly opened his eyes, his fat body stood up, glanced around, and arched his hand: "In Xia Feng Xueyi, thank you for your colleagues and friends for giving face, come to Shenglong Peak to attend this blood sacrifice ceremony, and administer justice for my [Blood Dragon Village], this time there are thirty warriors in my village who were innocently killed by the villains of [Valley Village], although I Feng Xueyi is incompetent, but I also swear to seek justice for my dead brother!"

This generation of murderers whose hands were stained with the blood of sin had a smile on his face, but his voice was full of unquestionable domineering, and the sound of the crazy howling wind and snow that overshadowed the peak like a bell reverberated back and forth in the void.

This obviously requires extremely strong Xuan Qi cultivation to do.

The faces of the surrounding warriors all showed awe-inspiring expressions.

The strength of this murderer is really not to be underestimated, he hasn't made a personal attack for several years, I'm afraid that his strength has improved again, right?

"Feng Zhai's words are serious!"

"Kill people to pay for your life, pay off debts, since the valley village killed the knight in the village, then you should pay for your life!"

"There are many people in the poor mountains and bad waters, [Blood Dragon Village] has done a lot of things in the past few years to maintain order in the Snow Dragon Mountain area and protect the weak, this [Valley Village] actually killed the knights of your village, it is really a crime that deserves death, I support the practice of the village owner!"

"An evil place like [Valley Village] should not exist zài. ”

In the crowd, there was a sudden uproar of echoing, most of them were some shameless people, and there were also power groups that had always had various interests with the [Blood Dragon Village], trying their best to speak for the [Blood Dragon Village].

Some warriors who have a little conscience in their hearts are silent.

In the crowd, there is Li Ying, the old mayor from Qingjiang Town, and there are three heroic young people standing behind him, in addition to the two brothers Li Yunyang and Li Yunqi, the second and fifth, there are also the third Li Yunyuan, the eldest Li Yunfei did not come because he was disabled, and the fourth son Li Yunfeng entered the Sun Cutting City to practice, and did not go down the mountain this time.

Li Ying is a fifty-year-old man.

He was extremely powerful and tall, with thick beard, stained with silver frost by time, and sat quietly in his seat like an old and strong lion, with a terrifying cold light surging in his eyes, which were almost hidden by long white eyebrows.

As one of the great forces comparable to [Blood Dragon Village], the people of Qingjiang Town are extremely proud.

The cyan animal skin armor of the unified system of the warriors from Qingjiang Town was neatly arranged, orderly, faintly forming a small formation, more like a small elite army, before Li Ying spoke, everyone remained silent, and looked coldly at the surrounding warriors with stinky feet in the blood dragon village, showing disdain.

Li Ying himself can be regarded as a small legend near Xuelong Mountain.

It is said that he was just the son of a woodcutter, his parents died very early, he was born poor, experienced unimaginable hard work for ordinary people, and worked the edge of life and death for many years before he had today's achievements, single-handedly built today's Qingjiang Town, and sent the fourth and fifth sons to the Nine Great Schools to learn art.

Throughout Li Ying's family history, it is definitely a step in the tempering process of blood and fire.

The unimaginable tempering of ordinary people has made Li Ying practice a pair of fire-eyed essence gold, and he is very accurate in seeing people and things.

Since the fifth son came back a few days ago and said something about [Valley Village], he has been looking forward to today's Yiqiē.

Although it is not as firmly on the side of his mysterious senior brother as the fifth son, Li Ying is definitely happy to see the destruction of [Blood Dragon Village], after all, it is the only evil force that can threaten Qingjiang Town within more than 500 miles of Xuelong Mountain, this time, if that mysterious senior brother really has the strength to fight, then Li Ying is also willing to help.

The fierce old lion watched Feng Xueyi's performance coldly and did not speak.

He's waiting.

Wait for the people from [Valley Village] to come.

To be exact, he was waiting for the man in his son's mouth to come.

......

"It's less than a stick of incense before sunrise, and the time for the blood sacrifice is almost up, and the people from Valley Village haven't appeared yet, it's not just that they don't take our [Blood Dragon Village] in their eyes," Looking at the glimmer of silver-white light slightly revealing in the sky in the distance, Feng Xueyi showed a playful smile on his face, and continued: "I don't take all the fellow Daoists present here today in my eyes, it's unforgivable!"

This is a blatant provocation -

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