Broken Night

Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty One ─ Once the two families fought each other

"Hong Zhan is a strange being in my clan. Like all clansmen, he has infinite confidence and pride in the corpse pattern. But at the same time, he cannot give up his love for his family and country."

"Under the dilemma, he chose to temporarily leave the Heicheng Tower. Instead of returning to the family, he went directly to the **** front."

"Hei Chengta represents my family; the Hong family is his family."

"He was caught in a dilemma and finally escaped to the **** front to fight for his country."

"That's when he encountered the Left Blood War."

"Under the hidden technique of my corpse pattern, coupled with the most authentic Hong family boxing practice since childhood, Zuo Xue Zhan did not see any clues, but he and Hong Zhan became close friends at first sight."

"The two made progress at the same time, and spent more than a decade on the **** front."

"Until..."

...

Bloody Front.

For the **** front, there are many different descriptions.

Especially for the south, if the southerners have the most appropriate imagination for the underworld, it is the **** front.

But in fact, the real **** front is not as terrible as imagined.

The **** front was built at the north-south transition.

Near the north, there are endless tents, big or small. That is the front set and inhabited by the major tribes and the three major forces in the north.

Near the south, there is a neat city wall. The city wall is more than tens of feet high, and its body has bursts of spikes, and there are various unknown plants entrenched on the city wall. This city wall is called [Senmang] in the south.

The Sencong in the south and the tent in the north are nearly a hundred miles away.

This distance is the **** front, the place of war between the two sides.

But in fact, in the past few hundred years, there have been few large-scale aggressions between the North and the South.

The North wins because of its strong combat power. If the cultivators from the north and the south fight one-on-one, the cultivators from the north will win most of the time. Because the north came from a dire living environment, compared to the south, they were better at fighting, or killing people.

But the South is better than systematic training. Compared with the North, there are more practitioners in the South, and they grow fast enough. The time to become an instant combat force is faster than that in the North. Therefore, the two sides have rarely fought in these hundreds of years, because everyone knows that they can't help each other.

Even so, petty fights are inevitable. One is to test the strength of both sides, and the other is to test the younger generation. On the **** front, it is rare to see masters of the Four Palaces, Hundred Patterns or above. The **** front has become a test ground for the younger generations of both sides.

hundreds of years ago.

On the **** front, a young man sat down on a hill without an image, looked at the cultivators in the far north fleeing in embarrassment, and sneered. It's just this smile, as if it affected some of his wounds, so he grinned and scolded.

"Where is the injury?" A voice sounded from behind.

The young man didn't look back, and said to himself, "The left rib is probably broken."

"Then you can't die."

Whoosh.

The whistling sound sounded after itself, and the young man reached out his hand subconsciously and took a wine jug.

The same young man came over, his face was cold, and the smell of blood on his body condensed and lingered.

"It would be better to drink some wine." The cold and stern young man said this, and he also held a jug and drank. The young man sitting in the hilltop laughed and scolded: "Your Zuo family has a dead face, I'm not used to it."

As he spoke, he drank.

The spirits entered the stomach and turned into a warm ball.

The stern young man looked at the young man sitting on the hilltop, and a smile flashed in his eyes: "If I feel anything from my recent cultivation, maybe I'm about to break through the three palaces."

The young man sitting on the hill immediately jumped up: "What!?"

"Zuo Xueba, let me tell you! I will not lose to you."

The cold and stern youth Zuo Xuezhan's expression did not change: "If you are not afraid, why do you need to be so angry?"

"Hong Zhan, don't forget the bet."

"Whoever loses cannot go after Hua'er."

Hong Zhan also sneered: "Who wins and who loses is still unknown!"

Although the two were **** for tat, neither of them actually took it to heart.

In the past six years, the two have experienced countless life-and-death crises together, and have long become close friends. Even the girls I like are the same. But this did not affect the relationship between the two, and a bet was made. Whoever breaks through the three palaces first, the other will not pursue that girl for life.

The sun was setting, and the sky was getting darker.

A gust of cool wind blew, causing Zuo Xuezhan to look up and say, "It's night, let's go." After speaking, he turned around and left. But after walking a few steps, he found that Hong Zhan was still sitting on the hill and motionless.

"Hong Zhan?"

Zuo Xuezhan walked to Hong Zhan's side, only to feel that Hong Zhan's face was dark, as if black air covered his face, while his body was trembling slightly, as if he was enduring some unbelievable pain. Zuo Xuezhan's face changed slightly: "What happened to you?"

But soon, feeling the powerful fluctuations in the texture, Zuo Xuezhan said anxiously: "Are you going to break through?"

The breakthrough of tattooists has always been a major event. Even many famous families will pre-estimate their breakthrough time before breaking through, in order to prepare for carving into the palace. But on the front lines, obviously there will be no such time.

Zuo Xuezhan carried Hong Zhan on his back: "I'll take you back, the Hong family has a special tattoo artist here."

"Don't..." Hong Zhan gritted his teeth from behind him: "Go forward... that corpse tomb..."

Although Zuo Xuezhan seemed to have the same expression on his face, he was also anxious: "What nonsense are you talking about..."

It was just behind the shoulders behind Hong Zhan's strength that he clasped tightly: "Go to... corpse... tomb..."

Zuo Xuezhan frowned.

For a long time, he could only grit his teeth and pounce in that direction.

...

Zuo Xuezhan dashed all the way, this way, the distance is not too far for the cultivator. But when it comes to near, it can't be finished in the blink of an eye. And most importantly, the North.

For nearly a thousand years, the South has been opposed to the North. Since the **** front was established, the South has always been the defender. The North has always attacked, even if it can block the North's attack, but it is not naive enough to think that it can attack the defense.

And the further north you go, the more dangerous it becomes, even if it's just a short distance.

About a few minutes later, there was a fierce voice: "The soft **** in the south! How dare you enter the north of me!" Accompanying the fierce voice was a sharp knife light!

Zuo Xuezhan did not answer, but his eyes flashed a stern look!

boom!

A heavy punch slammed into the chest of the northern tattooed man with lightning speed. The next moment, his face was full of disbelief, his chest was broken and he died!

But this is the site of the northern cultivators.

In just about ten minutes, Zuo Xue Zhan killed more than a dozen cultivators in the north. The most dangerous one was a cultivator at the peak of the Second Palace Realm. He stabbed the long sword in Zuo Xuezhan's abdomen fiercely, but was pulled close by Zuo Xuezhan, and the same punch smashed his head into pieces.

In just about ten minutes, I experienced countless struggles on the edge of life and death!

Finally, came to the so-called corpse tomb.