[Chapter 760 Killing monsters, encountering a fight! 】
[Chapter 760: Kill monsters, encounter and fight! 】
Whizzing!
Although it was a bright and sunny morning when we stepped into Wanzaishan Yueliangtai, the valley shrouded in mist was always filled with an obscure and gloomy look.
Feng Ziyue raised his eyes and looked around. With his spiritual consciousness, he couldn't reach far.
In the mist, there was the sound of swift creatures passing through, indicating a terrible danger.
It might be an enemy, or it might be a scary monster.
Among the fanatical crowds that poured into the Wanzai Mountain Moon Platform, if they could distinguish clearly, they might not dare to see Feng Ziyue, who had become famous on the Dongming Continent and could compete with the common people.
Take action.
But in this fog, the target cannot be seen clearly, and the crazy person who just wants to eliminate as many competitors as possible may not have the time to confirm who the opponent is in front of him.
They may not even be considered a trouble to Feng Ziyue, but to ordinary participants, they may be a murderous disaster!
In addition to these enemies, the monsters hidden in the valley that have not seen the light of day for thousands of years may be a more terrifying danger to ordinary warriors.
Whoosh!
Feng Ziyue had just taken a few steps when he heard the sound of piercing the air behind him. He raised his sword and pierced the monster that came from behind with a single tap, but his wrist couldn't help but tremble.
The face changes color slightly.
Of course, a monster with such strength is far from threatening him, but for ordinary warriors who are unprepared, it may be a fatal attack.
Such attacks are even considered frequent among Wanzaishanyueluotai.
How many such monsters are there in this huge valley? Can those warriors with slightly inferior martial arts skills who rush in rashly guarantee their own survival in this confused fog?
Feng Ziyue frowned and vaguely heard a few screams.
This competition has just begun.
Some people have already paid with their lives for this.
He slowly sheathed his sword, reached into his arms, and took out the treasure that had always been able to avoid miasma poisons, the Water-Avoiding Jade Gui, from the Sumerna Mustard Stone.
He obtained this thing from the Demon Suppressing Stone Tablet. It was extremely useful and had helped him many times. Now that he was wearing it, the pale golden mist retreated several feet, and Feng Ziyue's consciousness followed.
Extend, expand to everywhere around the body.
Although it is impossible to understand the situation in the mist, with such a long warning distance, Feng Ziyue will have enough reaction time even if he encounters a surprise attack by a master-level expert.
As for those monsters, he didn't even notice them.
He walked leisurely, and from time to time the sword was unsheathed, flashing out streaks of white light. Before he could see the changes in the sword moves, it was already sheathed, leaving behind the remains of corpses of monsters.
Feng Ziyue has reached the stage where he can use his sword as he pleases. Every time he thrusts out his sword, he will directly kill the unknown monster without wasting any effort.
However, the further we walked, the stronger the monster seemed to become.
Feng Ziyue originally used only one ounce of strength to kill this monster, but after traveling for about tens of feet, he inevitably had to double the strength of his sword.
At this time, the screams and shouts and fighting coming from the mist became more and more intense, echoing faintly in the valley. Feng Ziyue's expression changed, but he heard the high voice of the ascetic tutu coming from the distance.
Sound Zen and drink.
"Dear donors! You are all here for the eight sword-controlling techniques. What's the point of killing each other in this heavy fog? It's better to calm down and go all the way to explore the location of the statue. That's the right thing to do."
"With Leader Fu and Protector Feng here, even if you kill everyone else, you can't monopolize the eight sword-controlling techniques, so what's the point?"
His voice was calm and kind, which originally had the most miraculous effect in calming down a fight.
If it were in a normal environment, or if there were no such blinding fog and terrifying monsters in this valley, I am afraid that these fanatics would have calmed down long ago, stopped killing each other, and would have listened to the great monk's words honestly.
It's a pity that in this valley, there are all kinds of extreme environments, some people want to fish in troubled waters, and some people are frightened and have trouble with others. As a result, although it has calmed down a little, the internecine fighting has not completely stopped.
Feng Ziyue sighed. With so many people stepping into the Moon Leak Platform of Wanzai Mountain, he and the four great masters had long expected that such a situation would inevitably occur, but they did not expect that it would occur so quickly.
The person who originally set up the Ten Thousand Years Mountain and Moon Platform had a very deep scheming mind.
In such an extreme environment, one can only survive with strong personal force. The more people he brings, the greater the chaos caused. No clan can hope to win with numbers.
Only the top players are the key to determining the outcome of this competition.
This is also a deliberate effort to guide top masters from all races who have mastered the eight sword-controlling techniques to participate alone, rather than forming cliques and turning the selection competition into a war once again.
It's a pity that after a thousand years, the situation has changed drastically. The experts who originally set up the Ten Thousand Years Mountain and Moon Platform were unable to predict the future and did not know that after ten thousand years, there would be duckweed people who could guide the world's warriors to step into it.
It led to the most chaotic killing!
Dangdang!
Feng Ziyue heard the crisp sound of weapons striking each other, as if there was a fierce fight right in front of him.
He frowned. This valley was very big. Tens of thousands of warriors poured into it, but it didn't seem crowded at all. Although they were killing people everywhere, he had walked for so long and never met anyone. Now it sounded like
Just a few feet away, someone is fighting.
Feng Ziyue knew that it was impossible to save everyone, so after the ascetic Tutu shouted, he could only sigh secretly, but after seeing the fight with his own eyes, he separated them as much as possible.
He snorted coldly, raised the tip of his sword, and his body was as fast as lightning. His clothes bulged up like a sail, and he slid along the land for dozens of feet without even looking around. The tip of the sword shook, and he
The two people fighting in front of them separated!
After drawing out his sword, Feng Ziyue discovered that the martial arts of the two men seemed to be pretty good. The one who attacked used fierce moves that could kill people, while the one who defended used Hunyuan Xuanqi and Feng's moves.
Ziyue was startled, but he felt a bit familiar!
"What bastard, you dare to interfere in my business!"
Although he was right on the opposite side, the guy who attacked still couldn't see clearly the face of the person in front of him. Naturally, he didn't recognize that this was the Wind Sword God he had shouted just now. He just felt that his heart was irritated and angry. He didn't care about the details.
There was a sound in the sky, and a sharp blade stabbed Feng Ziyue in the throat.
"Seek death!"
Feng Ziyue has never had a good impression of such a domineering person who kills people easily. Since the other person wants to kill people, he will not fight back. He doesn't have to do anything. He just stretches out his finger and the person who draws the sword only feels a wave of pain in his wrist.
He felt sore and numb, and the sword in his hand could not be held firmly. It suddenly bounced back, and the sword pierced his own throat!