The Strongest Tribe

On the banks of the Black Dragon River, the Black Dragon City lies between the wasteland and the big water. This huge city, half of the land and half of the water, has not declined in the slightest due to the turmoil of this land. On the contrary, it seems to have prospered for a few minutes. Sanxiu and tribal warriors who come and go.

Outside the city, leaning on the side of the Heilong River, boat sails and clouds, voices are full of voices, the dark wall of the heavy crossbow exudes cold light, and a city guard wearing black armor sits at the gate of the city, charging the entrance fee for the warriors.

Xia Tuo appeared in front of a city gate, and there were hundreds of warriors coming and going around at all times, and occasionally I saw strange beasts running rampant, casual cultivators and arrogant generations, who did not agree with each other and drew their swords to each other for a spiritual crystal. A beast nucleus will kill and shed blood. This kind of arrogance that is freely exposed may not fail to deter outsiders.

He stood in front of the city gate, and the guy who came to collect the beast core from him for the first time that year was no longer there. He stepped on, melted into it, and stepped past the city gate and entered the Black Dragon City.

Soon he came to the outside of the Black Dragon Pavilion. The treasure hunting strategy in the Black Dragon Pavilion was in line with his appetite. The reason why he wanted to take these casual repair cities into his hands was partly because of the resources in the casual repair cities.

The three generations of the Black Dragon City and the three successive generations of the city lord are among the gods. It is precisely because of the resources of the Black Dragon City that some rare spiritual objects may not be obtained, but the accumulated resources can be exchanged for outside.

Compared to the previous visit, Xia Tuo’s mood has long been different this time. His spiritual thoughts spread all over the surroundings and he investigated the casual repairs in the city. Although there are many warriors in the stone cracking and mountain opening realm, The warriors who occupy most of the city are still ordinary people who have not become totem warriors.

The main mansion of the Black Dragon City is located in the center of the city. There is a stone tower in the mansion, which is about one hundred feet high. It was built when the first generation of the Black Dragon City main government established the city. There is a trace of mottled under the erosion of the years, and the carved animal patterns on the surface have been weathered.

This stone tower is the place where the previous clan leader of Black Dragon City retreats in Xuanhengdao.

After investigating in the city, Xia Tuo's figure stepped out like this and went directly to the outside of the stone tower of the city lord mansion.

In the stone tower, the broken cross knife plate sits on a stone platform full of mottled knife marks. There are broken knives around the knife platform that sink into the stone platform, and the sharp blades of swords circulate around.

The sword is full of intent, overflowing on the knife table, and the broken cross knife is immersed in the sword lights, but it is as sweet as a sweet.

At that time, the first generation of the Black Dragon City Lord killed the lord's crocodile in the Black Dragon River outside the city, and got this knife platform hidden under the water of the Black Dragon. Therefore, the Black Dragon City was built here as a cover, and a stone tower was built to prepare for the sword way. Because of the serious injury, he was sitting down without surviving a hundred years.

When the old city owner sensed that his fate was not long before, he accepted him as a disciple. His talent for sword art far surpassed that of the old city owner. From the initial understanding of the meaning of the sword to the evolution of the rhyme of the sword in just one hundred years, now the distance has truly concluded the sword. Fu was only a step away, but this step trapped him for more than two hundred years.

In order to be able to concentrate on deriving the sword talisman, he accepted a disciple, as the black dragon city lord, and he retreats in the stone tower to practice, in order to be able to derive the Tao talisman and build magical powers.

As a casual cultivator, compared with warriors who have tribes and rely on, he has a big disadvantage. On this wild land, luck is everywhere. He is a casual cultivator and cannot survive fortune, so he wants to be promoted to the supernatural power state, and his natural fortune is poor. All together.

clatter! clatter! clatter!

Who!

The sound outside the stone tower caused the silent Xuanhengdao to wake up. Even if his disciple Dao Wuya came in his retreat, he would wait outside every time he came, and only dared to make a sound after receiving his signal.

As for the other warriors, they don't even have the qualifications to approach the stone tower.

"Which friend comes here uninvited."

The gate of the stone tower opened slowly, the sunlight shining into the stone tower, Broken Hengdao narrowed his eyes and saw a figure standing in front of him.

He couldn't feel the flow of fighting spirit, and he seemed to stand loosely, but he couldn't find the slightest flaw.

Those who come are not good, and those who are good do not.

"Who is your excellency?"

After pondering for a moment, the broken cross sword groaned, accompanied by the sword groan.

"The previous city lord of the Black Dragon City had a cross-cutting sword, and his sword was a masterpiece. He once cut the Black Dragon water for half a day with a single knife."

"Who is your Excellency?"

Xia Tuo looked at the middle-aged warrior in front of him, a sharp blade of light in his body was about to break out of its cocoon, but it was in a state where he wanted to come out.

"Will it be Xia Tu in the north and south of Lingshan, and Xia Min in the barren wild."

"Daxia Department."

After a while, the aura in the stone tower was stagnant, and a broken knife about one foot in the hand of Duan Heng Sword appeared. The sound of the voice was sonorous, and the light of the sword began to diffuse, causing dense imaginary knife shadows to grow in the void.

Seeing the aura of the broken cross blade, Xia Tuo hadn't paid attention to it anymore. This was an improvement in vision and strength.

Previously, the Longzhang mother-in-law of Luo Shuibo was known as the first person in the supernatural power realm. Now it seems that the real first person should be here. Who would have thought that there would be such an astonishing potential in the Sanxiu city. Repairer.

"My Black Dragon City has always had nothing to do with the uncle's ministry, did you come to the wrong place?"

"That was before, the west of Heling Mountain and the north of Luhong River were all Xia soil. Every grass and stone in this area belonged to Daxia, and your Black Dragon City is no exception."

Xia Tuo stepped into the stone tower, bumping away Dao Ying and approaching Broken Heng Dao.

"I won't move. If you can cut me back half a step with a single knife, I will let you stand alone in Black Dragon City."

what!

Broken Hengdao was shocked and then ignited with anger, deceiving people too much. He has practiced martial arts for hundreds of years and has never been so humiliated.

"Good good!"

Even if it is a supernatural power realm, it is impossible to take him such a cut at such a close distance, it is impossible to be unscathed.

The broken cross knife that had been up and down for hundreds of years quickly reduced his mind. The existence he couldn't see must be the supernatural power realm. In the face of strong supernatural powers, he would naturally go all out.

Cang!

In a short while, the sword light up.

There was a knife chant in the stone tower, resounding through time and space. He had been sitting on the knife table for hundreds of years. The knife table was left behind by a senior expert. The seemingly disorderly marks and broken knives on it contained a top-notch. Of swordsmanship.

After hundreds of years of comprehension, he realized the three swordsmanship from the knife stand. At this moment, the knife shines, like a light tearing through the sky in the chaos, the light shines, and the demons retreat.

With this knife, the broken horizontal knife didn't retain the slightest bit of it. The spirit, energy and the hand interrupted the knife, and the intent of the knife was condensed into substance like burning red gold, and it climbed to the extreme almost instantly.

The void in the stone tower has a tendency to break apart, and the space is split with a single cut, and the rhyme of the knife is ready to emerge.

In the face of this sword, Xia Tuo looked seriously, he really did not move, letting the sword shine like electricity, falling on himself, and then the blue light radiated on the body surface, and there was a vague dragon's voice, and the illusory supernatural power breathed. In fact, the sword will contain nothing.

Hum!

As the chant of the sword rang again, sharp blades burst into the surroundings, Xia Tuo's body allowed the sword intent to wreak havoc, standing still, and soon the blue light gradually melted into the invisible like the setting sun, accompanied by the disappearance of the sharp sword intent. , Dissolving into nothingness.

The sword chant dissipated, and the aura in the stone tower returned to calm. The Broken Blade put away the Broken Blade in his hand and looked at Xia Tuo. His strongest sword couldn't hurt the figure in front of him. Naturally, he didn't need to struggle any more.

"From now on, Black Dragon City is one of the main cities of my Daxia clan. I have a school in Daxia. You can enter the palace as the elder of Keqing, and you will have your own support for cultivation."

"it is good."

After pondering for a moment, Broken Hengdao nodded.

Xia Tuo had an arrangement in his mind for the control of the Sanxiu City, and they all rushed to the Daxia Academy as guest officials. They would cultivate as soon as they were willing to practice, and they might be able to train some disciples in the future.

Of course, Daxia Academy is not a cat or dog. The broken horizontal knife in front of him has passed his test, and his sword path has reached the extreme under the Dao Talisman, which can leave a sword path inheritance for Daxia Academy.

"I have a disciple who is talented in Dao Dao, how to arrange it?"

After pondering for a moment, Duan Heng Dao said, he had guessed the identity of Xia Tuo.

Master of Daxia clan.

At this moment, his state of mind also changed. After all, the head of the clan came personally, and this face was still great. To refute the face of the head of the clan, the consequences would be very serious.

"Call me."

Not long after, a young man came outside the stone tower with a dark beast-patterned horizontal knife on his shoulder. He looked at the stone gate opened by the stone tower, and his eyes were surprised.

Master rarely summoned him directly, so he didn't know what was going on this time.

"Wuya, come in."

Dao Wuya walked into the stone tower and saw Xia Tuo with surprise in his eyes. He returned to his senses and bowed to the Broken Cross Sword and said, "Master, what do you command Master to call me."

"This is Uncle Daxia."

Duan Heng Dao nodded, this disciple was still very satisfied, and then introduced him.

Hearing this, Dao Wuya was taken aback, and quickly reacted. In front of him was a supernatural power realm powerhouse, who bowed and saluted Xia Tuo neither humble nor arrogant.

"Wu Ya has seen Bo Master."

Compared with Duan Heng Knife ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Dao Wuya's sword spirit is more superior, and he can't send and receive freely. The cultivation base is the fourth level of Shentong Realm, and at first it looks like a sharp righteous. Sheng's young warrior.

Of course, this is not how people look at it. Xia Tuo has a deep understanding of the layout in the Black Dragon City. He can manage a large city in an orderly manner. This shows that Dao Wuya's methods are very good, not just a reckless man who only knows how to practice.

"Wuya, I can join Daxia, what are your plans?"

"Naturally, wherever the master goes, wherever Wuya will follow."

Without hesitation, Dao Wuya responded.

"it is good."

Hearing what the disciple said, Duan Heng Dao nodded. They relied on the Black Dragon City as a casual cultivator to survive, but Da Xia had to take the Black Dragon City into the hands of the clan master himself, so there was no room for return.

If it was an elder of Daxia himself, he would take his disciples away in a big deal, but if the leader of the clan came out, then there would be no reason for failure. Once he refused, he could imagine the consequences. He would soon have a life and death line. Made a decision.