One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 375 One Sword Turns Frost Heaven and Earth White
In the northwest, Yin Ke is leading his tribe to cut poplar trees to make a tall wooden fence, and to build a small circle around the territory of the Huangsha tribe.

Then drive in more than a dozen bison, antelope, and elk that were captured alive in the past few days, lock them up, and keep them for later eating.

In the past, the human race hid everywhere, the conditions were simple, and there was almost no concept of captivity. It was Song Yun's suggestion to them.

"Tsk tsk, Master Xuandi's method is good. From now on, we can have fresh meat to eat at any time."

Looking at the cattle and sheep in the fence, Yin Ke was so happy that he could not close his mouth from ear to ear, and suddenly waved his hand, "Pa!"Slapped back an antelope that had escaped.

"These beasts are strong, they can't be free-range, they have to be tied up with ropes first."

He was commanding enthusiastically, when two clansmen ran beside him and complained:
"Patriarch, there are more than ten catties of meat missing in our meat warehouse, and they are all fresh meat that has not been dried yet."

Yin Ke's face sank, and he shouted towards the shack area where the clansmen lived:
"Who the hell is stealing meat every day? Confess now, and give him a lighter punishment."

"If I catch you - I will beat you to death!"

Although there is no shortage of meat to eat now, the Huangsha tribe still maintains the old customs. In the era of food shortage, stealing food is a felony.

The Wu Sheng's invisible coercion spread, and the clansmen all bowed their heads in fright, no one spoke, and naturally no one explained.

Yin Ke waited for a while, then snorted coldly, put away his coercion.

"Meat thief, I'll give you one last chance, come find me alone!"

After all, he arranged his subordinates and strengthened the vigilance around the meat warehouse.

Yin Ke walked around the territory of the Huangsha tribe again. The young and strong soldiers were patrolling the outer perimeter, and the old and young women and children were working in the inner perimeter. Everyone was busy and excited, and they were not affected by the meat theft because Food is very plentiful.

On the eighth day of Emperor Xuan's absence, everything was normal.

In a shack at the farthest corner, Yin Han, who hadn't gone out for many days, had an unshaven beard and sunken eyes, but his eyes were as sharp as unsheathed long swords.

He sat cross-legged, muttering to himself.

"One sword to the west, but the immortal..."

Song Yun's mind is full of the shocking sword that killed the Blood Emperor Gu Ming.

The qi is sent out at will, and the sword qi that has been stored for a long time is about to move, but it is forcibly suppressed.

Yin Han had a premonition that as long as he could slash the immortal sword, he would be able to enter the mysterious realm of martial arts and immortals!

It's just that there is no immortal in front of me...

Killing swordsmanship requires washing the sword with blood.

Yin Han slowly closed his eyes again, as if sheathing his sword, the shack immediately fell into darkness and silence...

The busy day passed, and in the evening, the clansmen had a hearty meal and went to sleep contentedly.

Yin Ke was worried, so he simply hid on the beam of the meat warehouse and kept watch all night.

Nothing came.

"That's weird, doesn't it mean that the little thief comes to steal meat every night?"

Yin Ke jumped off the beam, walked out of the meat warehouse, and was about to arrange the affairs of the new day, when he saw two soldiers running over anxiously.

"Patriarch, those cattle and sheep in captivity... are all dead!"

"what?"

I hurried over to see that there were only mummified corpses all over the ground. There were no wounds on these cattle and sheep, but they were skinny and lifeless overnight.

Yin Ke felt chills in his heart, and ordered: "Blow the horn to warn other tribes!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud bang not far away, and several shacks exploded.

Amidst the screams, a young man soared into the air, waved his hands repeatedly, and thousands of bloody silk threads shot out, criss-crossing and penetrating the void.

The young man overlooked several human tribes below, the corners of his mouth were raised exaggeratedly, revealing a ferocious and wanton smile.

Blood Emperor Ancient Ming!
Seeing this familiar figure, Yin Ke was terrified, and he didn't dare to approach, so he scolded from a distance:

"This is the northwest, the territory of Lord Xuandi!"

"Emperor Xuan will punish those who commit crimes!"

Gu Ming suddenly turned his head to stare at Yin Ke, and said with a sinister smile:

"Unfortunately, Emperor Xuan, whom you counted on, seems to be not at home now..."

In the distance, several patriarchs have come to follow the sound, they are all strong at the peak level of Wusheng, shouting in their mouths:

"This guy came back from the dead, and his combat strength has been greatly reduced. Let's go together and destroy him!"

Yin Ke gritted his teeth, picked up the stone spear and charged forward.

The aura in the air was surging, and the blood was flying.

After more than a dozen rounds, these patriarchs fell from the sky again and fell heavily on the ground, coughing up blood.

Blood Emperor Gu Ming's combat power has indeed been greatly reduced, but his realm is still a martial arts immortal, not comparable to the level of a martial saint.

"Come on, Lord Xuandi is not here, and it's too late to ask for help now..." Yin Ke struggled to get up, sideways his head to avoid a pierced blood thread, and secretly groaned in his heart.

Just then, a familiar voice sounded:

"I will kill you today."

Swish, the stern sword light rose from a shack in the corner, and then turned into white lights and spread out, sweeping across the sky in an instant.

The sword light is like ice, cold and chilling, covering everything with a layer of hoarfrost.

A sword, autumn frost, the sky and the earth are white.

The terrifying murderous intent invaded, scaring Blood Emperor Gu Ming's expression to change, "Why is Emperor Xuan still here? No, it's not—"

Yin Han had already walked out of the shack with a stone sword in his hand.

The accumulated sword intent is like a torrent peak intercepted by numerous dams, squeezing, rolling, and accumulating power...

Yin Han doesn't know "Heavenly Ghost Walking World", and he doesn't have Song Yun's blizzard and rush, which means life and death within seven steps.

What he relied on was a mighty killing sword energy.

Kacha, a branch broke under Yin Han's foot, and the sound was like a dam cracking.

In an instant, the mighty Hongfeng poured down with majestic momentum.

Blood Emperor Gu Ming fell into madness in an instant, ejecting blood threads with all his strength, weaving them into a dense patch in front of him.

These are like spider webs woven before the flood, and they are washed away.

Wow, the sword energy swept across the sky, drowning Gu Ming's figure.

The killing sword qi extinguished all vitality.

The blood emperor lay dormant for many days, because he was afraid of being exposed in advance, he did not dare to swallow human blood, so he could only secretly absorb the flesh and blood of ferocious beasts, and became a meat thief for several days.

After finally confirming that Song Yun was not there, he was ecstatic, and was about to kill and restore his strength in one fell swoop.

Unexpectedly, there is still a kendo genius hidden in the northwest who is expected to be promoted to a human immortal at any time.

Even Gu Ming had a vague feeling - this guy was kept by Song Yun to deal with him!
"Emperor Xuan!" He said bitterly, "Our debt is not over yet..."

"There is no need for him to take action. I will kill you once you resurrect, until your soul is gone."

Yin Han jumped into the air with one step, and wiped out the last ray of Gu Ming's soul with his sword.

Putting Shi Jian in his waist, he raised his eyes and looked around. The sword energy, as white as autumn frost, slowly dissipated, revealing the vast wilderness below.

A long howl spread far and wide.

In the human race, another Emperor Venerable came out!
To the south, Song Yun was secretly protecting the human race as they migrated.

Hearing the clear whistling sound, he nodded with satisfaction.

"Qingdi Taizhu, Baidi Yinhan, Huangdi Xuanwu, and me, Xuandi."

"Four of the five emperors have gathered, and more than half of the demon emperors have died in battle."

"My mission in this era is almost completed."

(End of this chapter)