"Hiss..." After seeing Zhuo Buqun's terrifying power of the starry sea, the ancient tribe's face showed a look of horror.

Zhuo Buqun felt their scorching eyes and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Everyone retreats, I'm the only one here!"

The Dou Sheng around him heard Zhuo Buqun's extremely arrogant words and exchanged glances with each other.

Then, a guy holding a black iron spear snorted coldly and said angrily.

"What a big tone! There are so many strong people in the ancient god's road. Although your fighting spirit is strong, it is not as good as looking down on everyone!"

"If you have the intention, go to the Blood Ridge with me! Let me try your strength!"

Blood Ridge is a small hill that was originally unknown on the road to ancient gods.

But countless powerful Dou Sheng gathered here, and there was inevitably friction between each other. No one of these arrogant Dou Sheng Sheng is the kind of person who would easily bow his head to the other party.

As a result, the originally ordinary hills became the arena for these fighting saints.

Because of the heavy blood see, it is also called Blood Ridge by everyone.

Zhuo Buqun accidentally understood this, but he could also hear from that person's tone that place must be the place to resolve private conflicts.

"Haha, very good!"

Zhuo Buqun nodded at the man, then glanced at everyone present and said coldly.

"Whoever doesn't like me can go up to the bloody ridge with me."

"Who else?"

Zhuo Buqun's voice was filled with fighting spirit, and he rushed into the sky with pride! Seeing this, the gray-robed fighting god hurriedly stood up to smooth things over and said.

"Two! The demon army is approaching now. Don't delay major events because of some personal grudges!"

"Oh!"

The man holding a spear sneered.

"Is the elder afraid that I will hurt him?

Don't worry, although this kid has not reached the level of Dou Sheng, his fighting spirit is really arrogant! I will only let him cultivate for two days at most, and it will not be easy to take his life!"

Zhuo Buqun laughed to the sky after hearing this.

"What a big tone!"

Zhuo Buqun stretched out one of his hands and pulled out Yueyun, but his other hand was behind his back, looking at the man and said.

"By your cultivation, hurting me is like a fool. Even if I only use one hand to deal with you, you are not my opponent."

Zhuo Buqun did not intend to get into evil with these fighting saints, but since this gray-robed fighting saint has something to ask for, of course he should be more polite.

As a result, he first threatened himself with words.

Then, his subordinates jumped out to provoke again! As the saying goes, it is unbearable. With Zhuo Buqun's temper, he can tolerate the threat of the God of Fighting, which is considered the overall situation. How could he tolerate the provocation of this mere saint now?

The long spear fighter's temper was even more popular. Seeing that Zhuo Buqun dared to talk to him like this.

I was so annoyed that I didn't care about the overall situation. I just raised the spear in my hand and killed Zhuo Buqun.

Zhuo Buqun only felt a silver light flashing in front of him, and then a great fighting spirit came over! The black iron silver spear was unstoppable, and the power of the surrounding starry sea was condensed on the spear head.

But he still underestimated Zhuo Buqun.

The power of the star sea that Zhuo Buqun had just burst out was too terrifying. The Silver Spear Sage Saint thought that Zhuo Buqun must be adjusting his breath now, and it was impossible for him to use the terrifying power just now in a short period of time.

Unfortunately, he made the wrong plan! Zhuo Buqun's eyes flashed with a fierce look and he started to sniff.

"court death!"

Then, another powerful and terrifying star sea power was released from Zhuo Buqun's body! An invisible wind wall composed of fighting spirit blocked Zhuo Buqun's face! The black iron heavy gun shot to Zhuo Buqun, but it could never stab Zhuo Buqun's body.

Seeing this, Zhuo Buqun sneered, raised his hands slightly, and was full of murderous aura! "Please show mercy to your subordinates!"

The ancient tribe fighting god flew out from the side and hurriedly blocked Zhuo Buqun and the fighting saint, looking at Zhuo Buqun and said.

"Little brother, please forgive me if you have to forgive me. There is no need to kill me!"

This ancient tribe fighting god is not a Xibei product. Although he was very kind, when he was speaking, Zhuo Buqun obviously felt a force suppressing him from the front! Zhuo Buqun snorted coldly and waved his hand to remove the wind wall.

"Even if you give you a face today! If anyone dares to disrespect me from now on, I will definitely let him lose his soul!"

The ancient tribe's fighting god's face darkened.

The Silver Spear Fighting Saint Heart knew that his life was saved, but he was unwilling to bow to Zhuo Buqun easily. He gritted his teeth and snorted angrily.

“Is that true?

Lord Fighting God, please get out of the way! This time, I have to separate you from him to the death!"

Although the ancient tribe fighting god was not happy to see Zhuo Buqun having a conflict with the Silver Spear Fighting Saint, he also tried to see how strong Zhuo Buqun was. Secondly, he also planned to take this opportunity to kill his aura.

A strong helper is certainly very useful.

But if this helper cannot use it for himself, it may cause some unnecessary trouble.

Zhuo Buqun narrowed his eyes, looked at the ancient fighting god, and said two words coldly from his mouth.

"Does go!"

Then, he jumped up and his figure flew directly into the sky. Then a cold light flashed, and a weapon suddenly appeared in Zhuo Buqun's hand! This weapon was nothing else, it was Yue Yun! A sword came to the west! A cold Jiuzhou! A trace of fear flashed in the silver spear Dou Sheng's eyes. He hurriedly took the black iron spear in his hand and blocked Zhuo Buqun's sharp sword power! Unfortunately, how could the power of Yue Yun be blocked by a mere fighting god?

Seeing Yueyun flying down from the nine heavens with the moonlight, the sword energy spread all around, everyone felt a ray of moonlight shot into their eyes, making people dazzled.

Only the ancient fighting god could see clearly. In an instant, Yueyun actually killed from above the nine heavens to the silver spear fighting god! "It's bad!"

The ancient tribe fighting god was shocked. He knew that if he didn't take action, the Silver Spear Fighting Saint would die next moment under Zhuo Buqun's sharp blade! At that moment, the ancient tribe fighting god was not vague. He gently pushed it out with a palm! He hit the Silver Spear Fighting Saint directly and knocked the Silver Spear Fighting Saint out directly! The Silver Spear Fighting Saint fell heavily on the ground, in a very embarrassing way, but thanks to this, he was able to survive.

Silver Spear Dou Sheng thrust a carp and jumped up from the ground, looking at Zhuo Buqun with a fierce look.

"If you want to kill, kill me, how can you insult me ​​like this?"

Zhuo Buqun was speechless for a moment. It was obvious that someone else saved his life. It would be fine if he misunderstood that it was done by himself, but he even blamed all of this on himself.

However, only Zhuo Buqun and the ancient tribe fighting god knew the mystery. Everyone else thought that Zhuo Buqun was insulting the silver spear fighting god.

For a moment, the fighting saints shared the same hatred for the enemy, and each looked at Zhuo Buqun with a fierce look.

Zhuo Buqun didn't explain and threw his star soldiers into his hands.

"Whoever is not convinced will come up."

All the fighting saints have sacrificed their star soldiers and weapons. The ancient tribe has been stationed in the ancient gods for many years, but has never suffered such humiliation.

"Stop! Have you made enough trouble?

Don’t you understand the current situation?”

The gray-robed Fighting God shouted loudly, and his pressure was fully opened.

The ancient tribes all bowed their heads and dared not speak.

Zhuo Buqun, who didn't care about this pressure, glanced at the gray-robed fighting god.

"Don't forget your purpose of staying here."

The gray-robed Fighting God posed in his sleeves, looking as if he was disappointed.

"Aowu..." A howling came from the black fog of the demon clan in the middle of the ancient god's road.

Three balls of black mist floated towards the ancient clan formation and stopped in the distance.

The black fog in the leader dissipated, and it was the dragon-headed demon fighting saint again.

"Come... fight..." The snake-shaped sword of the Jiao-headed demon clan actually spoke awkward human words.

It actually provoked the ancient tribe.

The ancient tribes are eager to try it out. This is a battle to defend glory and also a training for oneself.

"Please fight."

The Silver Spear Dou Sheng asked for instructions from the Gray Robe Dou Sheng.

"Then you..." The gray robe fighting myth has not finished speaking.

Zhuo Buqun had instantly flew to the Jiao Head Demon Clan and looked at the snake-shaped sword in the hands of the Jiao Head Demon Clan.

It is difficult for the extraterritorial demons to practice, and whenever a demon tribe practices to reach the stage of fighting saints.

Companion star signs will generate companion star soldiers, assist the demons in their cultivation, and promote them together with the demons.

The snake-shaped sword is green all over, and the sword-headed snake is shining with a highly venomous purple light.

“It’s quite interesting.”

Zhuo Buqun couldn't help but be curious, and it was the first time he saw him.

"You were a snake before, and it is not easy to become a dragon in cultivation."

"Hiss..." The dragon-headed demon clan was provoked by Zhuo Buqun and could no longer hold back.

The snake-shaped sword carried layers of afterimage, as if it had come alive and stabbed Zhuo Buqun.
To be continued...