Chapter 732 The Tauren Tribe

"Who am I?"

In a large forest near the southern barbarian tribe, the bodies of monsters everywhere were filled with a pungent smell of blood. A man whose body was almost condensed into armor by blood opened a pair of confused black eyes, looked at two long and short black blades in his hand, and muttered.

He is Li Feng.

Lost his mind. After Li Feng left the Wanfo Sect, he wandered in the Western Qin Empire without a purpose. The black magic sword in his right hand and the dragon tooth sword in his left hand were stained with the blood of human beings and monsters.

The Black Devil Sword has recovered 80% of its strength, and the moisture of countless monster souls has quickly restored the sword spirit of the Black Devil Sword.

However, the biggest change is the dragon tooth sword in Li Feng's left hand. A black dragon of other shapes has condensed and formed in the dragon tooth sword. Black cold scales under the sun, emitting a breathtaking cold air, a mass of black aura around the dragon tooth sword. .

"You are Li Feng." The sword spirit of the Black Devil Sword opened his mouth and saw that Li Feng had become like this. The sword spirit of the Black Sword changed from the excitement at the beginning to the current helplessness and sadness.

It is a sword spirit. For it, whether it is human or monster, it is vegetation. If you kill it, you will kill it. It will not have any compassion.

However, the sword spirit of the Black Devil Sword is very clear about Li Feng's current state. Li Feng, who has been lost by the soul, is a puppet, a puppet that no one can control.

However, what surprised the Black Devil Sword Spirit was that Li Feng's state was a little strange at this moment, which was a little different from the ordinary monks who invaded the soul. It seemed that Li Feng still had some thinking ability.

The Black Devil Sword Spirit doesn't know why Li Feng became like this, but it is trying to awaken Li Feng's mind. After all, Li Feng, who has lost his mind, can't be called a person.

"I'm Li Feng? Why am I not impressed?" Li Feng muttered to himself, and his eyes were confused.

"Li Feng? Your name is Li Feng?" At this moment, the dragon tooth sword spirit, which has never communicated with Li Feng, finally made a childish childish voice.

"Child?" The black devil sword spirit is related to Li Feng's soul, so the moment when the dragon tooth sword spirit made a sound, the sword spirit of the black devil sword was excited and said loudly.

"Who are you? I don't know you." The Dragon Tooth Sword Spirit didn't know the Black Devil Sword Spirit at all, and there was a trace of doubt in his voice.

"I'm your mother!" The black devil sword spirit became anxious. Although he is a sword spirit, the black devil sword spirit still retains an emotion, that is, the care for his children.

"Yes, although I don't know you, I feel that you are a little familiar. Are you really my mother?" The childish voice of the dragon tooth sword spirit makes the black devil sword spirit extremely excited.

When she died, her child had not yet been born, so she had always thought that her child had died, but today, her child finally evolved into a divine soul, which made the dark demon sword spirit extremely excited.

"Yes, I'm your mother." The voice of the Black Devil Sword Spirit trembled a little: "Son, I miss you so much!"

"Who is this Li Feng?" The Dragon Tooth Sword Spirit said to the Black Devil Sword Spirit, "Why do I feel that I am also very familiar with him? Is he my father?"

"No, Li Feng is your master, he is not your father, your father is..." When the Black Devil Sword Spirit said here, he suddenly paused.

"Who are you? Why are you talking in my heart? Li Feng felt the sound of the dragon tooth sword spirit and asked strangely.

"Who am I? I don't know either!" The voice of the dragon tooth sword spirit was very confused, but it soon regained its excitement: "Li Feng, although I can't remember who I am, I believe that as long as you kill more people or monsters, I will definitely remember it!"

"Killing?" In Li Feng's confused eyes, a murderous atmosphere suddenly burst out. This black murderous atmosphere almost condensed into substance, which made people feel cold.

"Li Feng, you can't go on like this, or you won't be able to turn back!" The black devil sword spirit became anxious and roared at Li Feng.

"That's good!"

Li Feng and the dragon tooth sword spirit opened their mouths at the same time, but it made a trace of chill in the heart of the black demon sword spirit.

"I want to kill everyone." Li Feng said to himself, and immediately, his body galloped forward.

Going forward, it is the territory of the southern barbarian tribe. Today's southern barbarian tribe, after being attacked by monsters, a small part of the territory has become a paradise for monsters, but most of the territory is still ruled by the orcs of the southern barbarian tribe.

Li Feng's body flew over the vast Canglan River and entered the territory of the southern barbarian tribe. After killing all the way, Li Feng finally came to a tribe of the southern barbarian tribe.

The southern barbarian tribe is different from the Central Plains of the Eastern Tang Empire of the Western Qin Empire, and even different from the polar north ice field. It does not have the power to rule all the southern barbarian tribes.

The southern barbarian tribe is not like the Eastern Tang Empire, which has a country, unlike the Western Qin Empire, which has a ten thousand Buddhas, or a demon king in the extreme north ice field. Its pattern is very strange and it is composed of tribes one by one.

This is also the origin of the name of the southern barbarian tribe. Among the southern barbarian tribes, the tribes formed by various orcs are scattered on this vast land. Although there is the rule of temples, over the years, the temples in the southern barbarian tribes have completely fallen, so their respective tribes are The patriarch reigns.

The tribe that Li Feng came to is a very common tribe among the southern barbarian tribes. The orcs in it are the largest number of tarew-headed tribes among the southern barb tribes.

The impact of the monsters obviously did not affect this indisputable tribe, and they maintained a peaceful scene.

The tare bull is extremely tough in appearance, and most of his body is very strong. The appearance is not much different from that of human beings. The only sign that the identity of the tare bull is the pair of curved horns on the bull's head.

The horns are not only the identity symbol of the taur, but also the status symbol of the taurans. Among the taurans, the longest horns are the oldest in this tribe, and they are the most respected people.

And the horns of the tare-head is also the weapon of the tare-head. Unlike monsters, the tare-head can have its own weapons. However, due to the rejection of human beings, the weapons of the tare-head are very rough, and even not as strong as the horns above their heads.

Boyle is the patriarch of this taurman tribe. Today, Boyle is more than 300 years old. Although his strength is not very good, this does not prevent him from becoming the most respected person in this tribe.

Boyle's painstaking efforts today are a little **. He walked slowly out of the gate of the tribe with his crutches and a pair of huge and curved horns.

The taurman's residence is very simple, and the surrounding fence used to defend against monsters is also very simple, that is, to sharpen some thick and hard wood, and then cross them together to form a long guardrail to surround the Tauren tribe in the middle. The rough gate is just two big trees surrounded by three people. Standing there, a pair of huge horns hung above the gate, indicating that this tribe is a tare-headed tribe.

Boyle slowly walked out of the gate of the tribe and came to the small forest at the door.

"Well, it's old. It seems that it's time to choose a new patriarch." Boyle took a few steps and felt that he was out of breath, and he couldn't help showing a wry smile.

"Zat is strong, but his personality is hot. He is not suitable for the position of patriarch. Let him be the head of guard!" Boyle leaned against a small tree and began to meditate: "Kul is not as strong as Zaat, but he is the most cautious and stable person in our tribe. It would be a good choice for him to be the patriarch."

"However, Zat is grumpy. Now Zat is the most powerful in the tribe. If I don't choose Zat as the patriarch, Zat will definitely turn out of the tribe." Boyle immediately frowned and showed a look of embarrassment: "If that's the case, the strength of our tribe will decrease a lot. At that time, the moon wolves on Qingyuan Mountain will encroach on our tribe."

"Alas, it's really embarrassing!" Boyle frowned tightly. For the inheritance of this patriarch, Boyle had been confused for a long time.

According to tradition, the old Boyle should have given up the position of patriarchal long ago, but for this reason, the position of patriarch in the Tauren tribe has not been determined.

People in thinking can't feel the passage of time. Boyle thought for a few hours. It was not until the sunset put a human shadow in front of him that he suddenly woke up.

Looking up, a young man full of blood stood more than ten meters away from him with a long and short sword blades. Although the distance was so far away, Boyle still felt the murderous atmosphere that was almost condensed into substance.

Boyle was shocked. He struggled to stand up, looked at the murderous young human in front of him with crutches, and slowly said, "Friends from the human world, what's the matter with you coming to our tauren tribe?"

The murderous human youth did not answer Boyle's words, but walked towards Boyle step by step. His steps were firm and heavy, and a murderous atmosphere invaded Boyle like a roar of waves!

Boyle's face turned pale. He felt the malice of this human youth. Huge beads of sweat dripped from Boyle's forehead, bending and erecting the leaves of green grass.

"I'm Boyle, the patriarch of the Tauren Tribe. I don't know what this human guest is called?" Boyle did not wipe off the sweat on his forehead and leaned on the small tree behind him. Boyle asked again.

"Kill."

The human youth just gently spit out a word. Immediately, a black dragon full of evil breath flew out of the left-handed dagger of the human youth and hit Boyle.

Boyle knew that he was going to die. He was too old and weak. The strength of the evil human in front of him was unfathomable and could not be defeated by himself at all.

"There is an enemy..."

Boyle was on the verge of death, but he did not forget his companions in his tribe. At the moment when his vitality faded, he roared and wanted to warn his companions in the tribe.

However, only half of his voice came out, and then the evil black dragon crossed his neck. The old head suddenly rose to the sky, and a cavity of hot blood shot out the old height.

Boyle's warning finally worked, or he threw himself into the tribe to often endure the invasion of the moon wolf clan. Therefore, his vigilance was very high. After Boyle's voice sounded, the tauren tribe suddenly became a little noisy. A group of tough tauren rushed out of the gate and rushed out of the door. He rushed over to the place where Boyle made a sound!

"The patriarch!"

A head fell in front of the leader of the team's tare head. The frightened eyes and the frightened look hidden under the wrinkled skin made Zat, the leader, frightened.

Immediately, anger filled Zat's heart. Looking at the human youth with two black swords not far away and the dagger that was still bleeding, Zat roared angrily: "Who are you? Why did you kill our patriarch?!"