This crack almost divides the plain into two halves, straight and clean, as if God had cut it with a knife.
At the beginning of the moving crack, a young man wearing coarse linen clothes and holding a knife on his back was walking slowly. He had an indifferent expression, as if he didn't care about anything in this world. His black hair was tied behind his head and his sword-like eyebrows were heroic.
The huge crack that divided the plain was caused by the weeds crushed by his walking.
If someone saw this young man, they would definitely find it strange, because although he looked like an ordinary person, there was a strange mark between his eyebrows. The mark seemed to be a knife, but it appeared and disappeared from time to time, making it impossible to look directly at it.
His eyes were exceptionally clear, like the purest spring water in the world, but too pure, and looked somewhat lifeless.
His skin was rustic, and at first glance he looked like a man who had experienced many hardships over the years. However, the ink-black sword behind him exuded an inexplicable charm, and seemed to be one with the young man, like an extension of his body.
He walked slowly and took each step very carefully.
However, his figure was somewhat strange. Every time he took a step, an afterimage would appear behind him, as if it was left behind by his excessive speed.
But if you look closely, this is not the case. Every time the afterimage appears, it is different from the previous one.
It was as if the person he took in the next step was no longer the person he had taken in the previous step, and every step he took was a transformation!
Suddenly, a faint sound of thunder was heard.
The young man paused and turned to look in the direction of the Qingzhu Military Department. A ripple flashed in his black and white eyes, but it quickly calmed down.
"Remnants of the immortal race." He whispered to himself.
Roar!!
A strange demonic roar sounded behind him, as if responding to his words, but it was the chant of the black sword.
The young man nodded slightly, turned and headed towards the direction of the Qingzhu Military Department.
As he took a step, his body appeared dozens of meters away, leaving hundreds of figures behind along the way, and disappeared in a few breaths.
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"We have to speed up! The Qingzhu Military Department and my Hanyu Military Department are old friends. Their old clan leader is an old acquaintance of my grandfather and me. He was seriously injured and fell into the Bone Tempering Realm that year. It has something to do with my Hanyu Military Department!"
Han Yelan said with a gloomy expression, and at the same time, his pace increased.
Xu Feng and he had just seen the dark clouds and lightning in the direction of the bamboo valley. The moment he heard the sword chant, Han Yelan knew what had happened. That was the sound of the holy sword of the immortals, which would only appear when a blood sacrifice was performed to open a temporary immortal gate!
The two men jumped onto a small hill and looked towards Qingzhu Mountain where the Qingzhu Military Department was located.
"Not good! The Bamboo Mountain where the Qingzhu Military Department is located has been shrouded in fairy mist. Those fairies are moving too fast, and we are too late." Han Yelan said in a deep voice with a gloomy face.
A hint of murderous intent flashed in Xu Feng's eyes, and he said to Han Yelan: "Uncle Han, I'm faster than you. I'll go first, and you follow."
"Okay! Be careful, I'll follow closely behind you." Han Yelan nodded, flipped his hand, used his fighting spirit to condense a pale blue water dragon, and leaped up in one step.
However, Xu Feng took a big step, and then his skin gradually turned into dark gold. A purple fighting spirit burst out, and the whole person turned into a purple-gold meteor and went straight towards Zhushan.
Han Yelan on the water dragon immediately urged the water dragon to speed up and chase after him, but in a moment he was left out of sight by Xu Feng.
Watching Xu Feng disappearing into the distance like a streak of golden light, Han Yelan smacked his lips, feeling a little depressed.
After a moment, Xu Feng paused and approached the tall bamboo mountain.
From afar, the huge fairy mist has already filled half of the Bamboo Mountain and is moving towards the top of the mountain. Faintly, countless fierce shouts and screams can be heard from the fairy mist, and one can imagine how fierce the battle up there is.
Bursts of roars continued to sound on the top of the mountain.
Xu Feng retracted his gaze and looked towards the foot of the mountain.
There are dozens of immortal soldiers standing guard here, including three immortal sergeants and a centurion.
Before the immortal soldiers could become alert, Xu Feng raised his eyebrows, and saw a young man in linen clothes and holding a knife on his back suddenly appeared in front of them.
"Who is it?!" The centurion's face changed drastically.
This person's appearance was so strange that even Xu Feng was shocked.
There was still a series of afterimages left behind him, but in the blink of an eye, the young man's figure solidified.
He seemed to not care about the immortal soldiers at the foot of the mountain at all. He glanced at Xu Feng, and after finding out that he was a human, he ignored him and just walked towards the top of the mountain indifferently.
"try to find--"
Before the immortal centurion uttered the word "death", the young man had already appeared behind him and continued to walk towards the top of the mountain at an incredible speed.
A few breaths after he left, the immortal soldiers and the centurion fell to the ground one after another. They had no injuries on their bodies, but they were completely lifeless!
The centurion seemed to want to say something. He pointed at Xu Feng, opened his mouth, and fell backwards.
Xu Feng was also shocked. After he came to the Great Wilderness, he had never been surprised by other people's strength, because even the strongest human in the Northern Region of Frost Wind had only achieved a small success in bone tempering. With his current vision and strength, there were not many people who could surprise him.
But this time he really saw some amazing people.
The young man definitely looked no more than thirty years old, but his strange body movements and almost invisible attack speed gave Xu Feng a sense of familiarity.
This young man has definitely not tempered his bones, but his strength is far beyond that of ordinary bone tempering. Unless he has tempered his blood many times, it would be impossible to achieve this!
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