Chapter 655 Xia Shizi, Xi Wenming!

It's okay among the major tribes in the north of Yanhuang. For the Xia tribe and the Sanmiao people, this Shi Wenming is a strange person among the strange people, and he is even more famous than his father Xia Kun. The Sanmiao people are not very afraid of Xia Kun. The San Miao people are brave. Even a small character who has just passed the King Kong disaster dares to attack Xia Kun with a knife. However, even if he is a master who surpasses the magic blade disaster, he has a headache when he sees this. The first reaction of most Sanmiao masters is to run back to Miaodu.

Just because this literary life is too clever and strange, it is simply a devil. His elemental power is very poor, which can almost be summed up as not knowing martial arts. His own cultivation can barely reach the primary level of the second disaster of the water system and the condensation disaster. However, this population is excellent. At a young age, he knows everything about the intrigues and tricks in history.

The most classic case is that when he was eleven or twelve years old, he sneaked into Sanmiao alone and lived in Miao for more than half a year. He called him brothers with Xuanli, the emperor of Sanmiao at that time, the elders of various ethnic groups, and tribal warriors, and coaxed them around. Before leaving, he asked for a large number of gifts from the poor Sanmiao people. It was not until he returned to Yudu that Sanmiao people knew that the little child he had served for half a year was actually Xia Kun's son!

It is said that Xuanli was so angry that he almost vomited blood, but from then on, the name of Shi Wenming rose slowly, and the limelight overshadowed the famous generals in the world and became the nightmare of the Sanmiao people. Otherwise, Xia Yu lived in Yudu, and he would not be relieved to hand over the front-line Nanjiao City to the 15-year-old Xi Wenming.

I didn't expect that the old fox in the eyes of others fell into the hands of this little child.

Si Wenming looked at him with pity. After saying this for a long time, his body did not move at all, and even the cobwebs on his body did not tremble for a moment. The soldiers in the valley looked at it with hatred, but many people's faces had slowly changed. Such a young teenager was hidden like a fox, patient like a snake, and fierce as a wolf, which made everyone shudder.

What else can I say if I am defeated by such a person?

At this time, he slowly raised his arm and said coldly, "In that case, Mr. Mu, I'll give you a ride!" Shoot--"

"Ha ha ha, shoot--" Suddenly, there was a loud laugh on the top of the east valley, and then there was a long shout. Suddenly, a dazzling light and shadow flashed in the air, like a silver spear, cutting through the sky and bursting out the sound of a crash.

Si Wenming followed the sound, but he saw a figure shot out of his group of bow-bending soldiers like arrowheads, split his hand and threw out a broken spear. Poof - it penetrated the bodies of three people one after another, and nailed into the stone wall with a puff of blood.

This man's strength was so strong that he was shocked.

A thought was endless, but the man flew out close to the ground and picked up a man from the pile of corpses, cutting it out from the Xia clan warriors like a sharp blade. In an in ansant moment, more than a dozen people split, and no one could treat him for a moment. Then his body turned into a silver spear and shot straight at the other side of the valley!

Originally, there were soldiers of the Xia tribe on both sides of the valley. This man suddenly fell from the east side, and I don't know how he lurked in this group of soldiers until now. The rumble in the valley has not stopped, and the lightning-like spear has been shot in front of Si Wenming.

I didn't expect the abnormality to rise. Oh, before the voice fell, the electric light still hit. At this moment, an old man in black suddenly appeared behind him. It is said that he is an old man. He is only in his forties, but he has white hair, which is somewhat similar to Shaoqiu's hair color. Long-leged, handsome and elegant.

The man's body did not move, and he didn't know when or where he came to come to the front of Shi Wenming. He coldly looked at the spear and shot, and suddenly punched out. The water on his fist shone, and he put a water curtain against his fist and bombarded the tip of the spear.

"Cang--" A curling metal sound sounded leisurely. The white-haired man's body did not move at all, but the electric spear was blown out dozens of feet high, almost bent.

With a swit, the spear in mid-air shook, turning into a figure and retreated to the top of the valley on the east side. The man first rubbed his head, and then laughed: "Kill--"

Suddenly, four electric spears shot from the treetops and the mountainside in the distance to the east valley, and then the light blade turned around and killed everywhere. The original figure turned into a heavy light and shadow again. Suddenly it was a spear, a knife, and a sharp axe. Only five people turned into tens of millions of weapons and were strangled together with the Xia tribal soldiers in the valley.

Shi Wenming originally planned to destroy the Iron Blade Legion by relying on the invisible fog in the Valley of Shenshui. There were only a few hundred soldiers arranged on the mountain, mainly to prevent the fish from climbing up the mountain peak to escape. He didn't expect that there would be a master sneak attack at this time. These five people are the top masters of the gold series at a glance. I'm afraid that all of them will reach the level of fantasy tolerance, and it will be difficult again. How can ordinary soldiers be? Kill it cleanly for a moment.

The remnants on the mountain were cleared, and the five people showed their bodies. The man who was the first to be in trouble was thin, like a hemp pole. His clothes were ragged, but his face was complacent.

"Golden Breaking the Sky?" The white-haired man in front of him shouted in a low voice.

It turned out that it was the first person who took the lead in making trouble and raiding the fate. It was the first guardian of Sanmiao, Jin Potian!

In April last year, when Shaoqiu and others went to Puhan, Jin Potian met the elders of Sanmiao and returned from Sanwei, and also took the elders of Sanwei to visit Miaodu. For the sake of safety, Jin Potian immediately escorted the elders back to Miaodu, and never went to Yanhuang again.

In a year, the golden sky seemed to be more broken. The whole person became a bamboo pole, the clothes were more ragged, the hair was more messy, the expression was more elegant, and the person was more arrogant, wearing rotten clothes with worn elbows.

The four Sanmiao masters behind him, about 30 years old, were painted with three-color decorations on their faces. Among them, the two of them still had nose rings on their noses, earrings on their ears, and even the corners of their mouths... Si Wenming didn't know what it was called, but later he knew it was called lip rings. It's all made of gold. The gold is heavy, and the skin on the face is pulled into one piece.

However, the armor they wear is quite ragged, which is comparable to Jin Potian. Several people's chest armor is sewn up, and the knee armor is even worn with a big hole.

Jin Potian laughed and slanted at the white-haired man and said, "Who are you? How dare you recognize me? Well, your mother's skill is not bad. You can barely fight with me!"

A companion with a golden nose ring behind him immediately pouted him: "Are you still reluctant to fight with you? They don't move in place, and they just hit you away with a defensive punch..."

Jin Potian immediately became angry, kicked him and shouted, "Save people!"

The companion muttered, and suddenly shook out more than a dozen bronze cables, threw them into the valley, and shouted, "Mr. Mu, the lower people came to pick them up by the order of the Sanmiao saint. Climb up quickly!"

The other three also threw down more than a dozen bronze cables. Only Jin Potian did not move proudly, and their eyes stared at the white-haired man for a moment. Obviously, they were extremely afraid.

The three-risk soldiers under the valley were alive. They were ecstatic and immediately climbed up with the bronze chain. Si Wenming ordered the soldiers in the west valley to shoot with arrows. While arranging someone to resist the rain of arrows and the pervasive invisible fog killer, Lu Shuliu pulled Mu Fusang to the edge of the chain. Mu Fusang touched it and nodded, "You command the soldiers to go first."

"Your Excellency," Lu Juliu said urgently, "Don't hesitate. Not everyone can escape. If you don't leave, we will be the destruction of the whole army!"

"Haha," Mu Fusang laughed miserably. "There are only a few hundred people left in 10,000 people. Isn't the whole army destroyed? Don't worry about me. Organize the soldiers to escape as soon as possible.

Lu Ju had no choice but to urge the soldiers to climb up with all his strength.

Over there, the white-haired man still launched an offensive. Suddenly, he waved his hand and suddenly condensed a more than ten-foot-long water dragon in the air. The water shimmered and swallowed into the golden sky. The golden sky screamed, threw out a few thin golden shields with both hands, and cut the dragon into several sections, but in an instant, the dragon closed again, which was not harmful at all.

Jin Potian knows that this white-haired man's water magic power is stronger. In addition to being lower than Wang Ziye, he is the strongest opponent he has ever met. In those years, he completely fell into the situation of being beaten when dealing with Wang Ziye, and now he is no match for this person. He folded down, avoided the long dragon, and shouted, "Jin's men don't kill unknown people. Report your name!"

The man snorted, "Can you kill me? Remember, I am Xia Yu. In the future, your people will come to revenge, and you can come to me.