When Lu Qi's luck turned into a small and small blue umbrella, the revived inspiration of the world of the sacred heaven was like a thin area of ​​water. Lu Qi's luck luck umbrella was like a meteorite falling from the sky, smashing it hard.

Circles of ripples spread quietly between the inspirations of heaven and earth, spreading throughout the world in an instant.

Qi traction.

Fate involves.

Bloodlines connected.

The north of Dayin's northern border city is Beimingzhou.

There are many grasslands, lakes, forests and rivers, etc., with a vast land and a wealth of resources. A prince named Dayin ruled fiefs of varying sizes with the cities built for them by Dayin.

Among their fiefs, countless nomadic tribes, large and small, surrounded the majestic city of the princes, chasing the migration of water and plants.

These tribes often conflict over water and grass pastures.

The small conflict is ignored. In a small and medium-sized tribes, in which year, wouldn’t they kill and injure 800 people in order to fight for the ranch?

However, once a large-scale conflict occurs, and once a large enough casualty occurs, the princes who are curled up in the city, like evil dragons hiding in a nest, will lead their army to leave the nest in a mighty manner, summon their tribes, and start a series of large-scale battles with hundreds of thousands and millions of people participating in the battle.

Cross this fertile soil full of vitality, and then head north for hundreds of thousands of miles, crossing a turbulent and ferocious "White Python River", which is the extreme northern Baizhou.

This is a completely chaotic and chaotic land.

Tribes of all sizes are like a group of ferocious beasts, struggling to survive in this land with cruel climate and harsh environment.

Here, there are no rules and regulations, no human ethics and kings, and even... there is no question of "civilization".

Tribes of all sizes slaughter and devour each other. Fists represent truth, blades represent justice, and super tribes that often dominate one side pass through the sky like meteors, rising, strong, fish and meat, and then collapse in just a few decades.

A hundred years ago, the Green Wolf Banner rose, and the powerful Green Wolf clan used swords, swords, blood and fire to kill the major tribes in the extreme northern provinces and became the leader of the clan that all races respected.

Thirty years ago, the Black Deer Banner swayed out of the poor mountains and rivers, and was even more barbaric than the Green Wolf clan. The brutal Black Deer clan, carrying tribes of all sizes and big, launched a crazy provocation towards the dominance of the Green Wolf Banner.

The war between the green wolf and the black deer lasted for eight years.

In eight years, all tribes of all sizes in the far north, whether they were willing or not, were involved in a crazy war.

In just eight years, the elderly in the tribes of the far north and the small and large areas of the northern provinces had almost died, while the young and strong men and women had decreased by 50%.

After eight years, the exhausted green wolf and black deer were no longer able to fight. The leaders of the two major clans were forced to sit together, drank blood wine, and swore to heaven to form a brotherly alliance.

Dayin's previous emperor.

Yinyuan's father.

The Emperor Yin-Yin, who was so powerful and tried to revitalize Dayin, ruled over the Yulin Cavalry that he spent decades to build carefully, and drew a large number of elite imperial guards, and led his most beloved group of confidant generals to the north.

Once upon a time, Dayin declined, and the last military city of the Four Great Prefectures was conquered by the tribal hustle and bustle of the far north of the state.

That year, Yinyin swore a swearing to the ancestors of heaven and earth that he wanted to take back the military city that he had fallen back then, so that Dayin's will once again covers the four extremes.

He raised his army, traveled day and night, and went straight to the far north of Baizhou.

Following the main road leading to the north, the huge emperor personally fought for the legion, and it took a full two years to finally cross the Baimang River and arrive in the far north of Baizhou.

The green wolf, who was still licking his wounds, was horrified and joined forces to fight against the emperor's army with the alliance of brothers.

Yinyin came to the front line and shouted that he was fiercely fighting, and he was in charge of the army with high morale. He defeated the Qinglang and the Black Deer Alliance in 18 battles, killing the grasslands in the extreme northern states, and blood flowed into rivers. Countless tribal leaders knelt in front of the emperor's war horses and cried and shouted, cursing and swearing to return to the Great Yin banner.

The 19th battle.

In the northern border of the far north of the province, next to the giant lake of the "Baihai" that is almost forever closed...

The emperor, who had an absolute advantage, personally fought the legion of the legion, and the food route was cut off. An unknown powerful army surrounded the whole area. The emperor fought bloody battles for three months, and finally collapsed, with no soldiers and one soldiers escaping.

In the city of Haojing, there are still bright autumn scenery. Countless literati and scholars climbed up to see the scenery, admired the red leaves, chrysanthemums, and admired the beautiful women. They even recited poems and enjoyed the new collection of poems by the "Poet Saint" Tianyang Gonglu Qi.

In the far north of the lunar province, there was already heavy snow covering the road, with snow covering the flat ground three feet.

From time to time, the cold current from the extreme northern sea will roll up a white-haired blizzard, blowing the earth, bringing equal death to all living beings.

Except for the strongest and most fearless warriors, and the most ferocious and hungry beasts, no other creature would go out and walk in such ghost weather at the risk of being culled by a blizzard at any time.

A team of nearly a hundred cavalrymen were struggling south in the snow.

All the way south.

The Baimang River ahead, the river surface that is hundreds of miles wide has been frozen by thick ice surfaces, but through the thick ice, you can still hear the rushing sound of water under the ice layer.

Behind the small cavalry team, a huge cavalry with tens of thousands of people holding the blue wolf flag was hysterically whipping the war horses that loved life on weekdays, and chasing the small team ahead frantically.

Among the escaping team ahead, a man with pale hair, burly figure and sharp eyes suddenly shook his body. A single-horned yak with a hungry and bony roar under his seat and fell heavily to the ground, spitting bleeding from his mouth.

The man rolled to the ground, and without saying a word, he reached the neck of the yak that had exhausted his last bit of strength. He pulled out a black flint-sharpened dagger, cut open the yak's artery, and swallowed the hot cow blood in big mouthfuls.

The escaped team stopped, and several more mounts couldn't bear it, and their bodies swayed and fell to the ground.

A group of people jumped off the horse, slit the neck of the mount without saying a word, sharing the passionate blood spurted out of the arteries.

Some people even cut a few slices of tender meat from their bodies while their mounts were still hot, and ate them raw in large mouthfuls.

Eat raw meat and drink blood, like a wild animal.

The sound of hooves behind him rang like thunder, and the chasing team was getting closer and closer.

In the wind and snow, you can already see the swaying green wolf flag.

"Green Wolf!" The man who fell off his mount suddenly raised his head, and a terrible smile appeared on his bloody face: "I, I will let you die!"

A burly man with a large body, nearly meter tall, wrapped in several pieces of tattered old sheepskin and large areas of skin exposed, holding a spear, threw down his mount that was unable to run, and strided towards the pursuers.

He sternly shouted, "Go! Cross the river!"

"After crossing the Baimang River, it is the territory of the princes of Beimingzhou. If the people of the Qinglang and the Black Deer dare to cross the border, it will be a death fight."

"Cross the river, cross the river, and after crossing the river, there is still hope!"

"Today, I, Lu Xiu, died here!"

The burly man hissed and screamed fiercely, like a fatal and seriously injured lone wolf, making the last sound in his life.

"Nineteen years ago, I deserved to die!"

"Come on the Green Wolf clan's miscellaneous people!"

Dozens of long-haired yaks, holding large and elephant-shaped and heavy weapons such as big axes, maces, and burly green wolf clan generals roared lowly, urging their mounts to rush to rush at full speed.

Lu Xiu raised his spear, and the dark spear brought out a dull sound of breaking the wind, and burst out dragon-shaped spear lights in the wind and snow.

The spear head rotated rapidly and rushed into the body of the long-haired yaks with terrible force.

The huge yak body was shattered, and the generals of the Green Wolf clan on the cow's back fell to the ground one by one. Before they could get up, Lu Xiu walked forward like watching flowers and chrysanthemums, and shot one by one, smashing the heads of these generals to pieces.

The brigade of green wolf cavalry rushed over.

They rushed towards Lu Xiu like a turbid flood.

Lu Xiu is like a solid embankment, blocking tightly in front of the torrent.

One by one, the mounts were shattered, and the cavalry roared and were beaten by spears.

Soon, a large piece of corpses piled up in front of Lu Xiu, blocking the charge of the Green Wolf Cavalry.

The Green Wolf Cavalry bypassed the tribe members who died in battle and launched a charge from both sides of Lu Xiu.

Arrows were like rain, scattering towards Lu Xiu.

The sound of "puff" was endless, and Lu Xiu's body was constantly hit by arrows. The arrow easily pierced the old sheepskin on his body, but when he touched his skin that was tougher than sheepskin, he fell weakly.

Among the small escape team, dozens of men, who were also covered in old sheepskin, were skinny and wounded, pulled out various weapons and ran towards Lu Xiu without saying a word.

The gray-haired man looked deeply at Lu Xiu who was besieged and the men who turned back to die. He gritted his teeth, stood up without saying a word, turned around and stepped onto the surface of the Baipython River.

A general hiding in the Qingwolf Cavalry team suddenly rushed out, and the strange-shaped sheep-headed hammer in his hand was blown out, hitting Lu Xiu's chest hard.

Lu Xiu's chest was sunken and he vomited blood from a big mouth.

He roared, and the Canghai Power, which was inherited by the Lu family in Jingyang, activated with all his strength, and a vast blue light surged out of his whole body.

Lu Xiu was about to launch a desperate attack... Lu Qi was in Haojing City, and the Lu Yunluo umbrella was formed with a huge acre.

If anyone present could see the luck above Lu Xiu's head, he could see that the blood-colored luck above his head, which was originally shattered like sand, and the broken stars suddenly merged inward.

A half-acre-sized blood-colored cloud suddenly appeared. Above the blood-colored cloud, a blue Qiyunluo umbrella with a diameter of three meters was rapidly formed.

The Canghai energy in Lu Xiu's body suddenly broke out.

A series of faint blue Yuangangs followed his eight extraordinary meridians, and the twelve serious meridians were wandering around, and they were about to die. The route of the first Vajra Dharma body that Lu Qi deduced was the one that was the one that was used to exercise.

The heart roared.

Lu Xiu's heart beat violently, and a golden flame the size of a fist suddenly lit up in his heart.

The old sheepskin wrapped around her body was broken, and inside Lu Xiu's body, huge forces like dragons emerged out of thin air. A faint light golden color appeared in the bronze skin.

Roaring all over, Lu Xiu swung the iron spear forward and fiercely.

A golden rush swept out, and the three thousand green wolf cavalrymen in front of Lu Xiu all shattered and exploded into blood mist in the sky.

The man who had already stepped onto the White Python River suddenly turned around. He saw Lu Xiu soaring into the air, golden spears constantly bombarding the ground, and each blow easily shattered hundreds of green wolf cavalry.

He slowly raised the black flint dagger in his hand and roared at the top of his lungs: "Tianyou Dayin!"
Chapter completed!