It has been a week since Lan Nuoyin and Ling Yuan entered the Dark Forest. As they moved deeper into the Dark Forest, the assassinations they encountered were annoying.
Real battle is always the best way to hone a person. Lan Nuyin and Ling Yuan's strength has improved by leaps and bounds. At this time, they can keenly detect the person who wants to assassinate them as long as they are a hundred meters away.
After the baptism of blood, Ling Yuan's silhouette became firmer and Lan Nuyin became more mature.
Hanxue Sect and other organizations have been defeated in 71 battles with Lan Nuoyin Lingyuan for a week!
The Hanxue Sect, which had suffered heavy losses, almost hated the two of them to the bone.
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Cold Blood Gate.
A man tightly surrounded by black clothes stood in front of the table. His eyes were like poisonous snakes staring at the master of the Hanxue Sect sitting on the table.
"What does the Hanxue Sect do? You can't kill two juniors in a week?" The man in black robe sneered.
Xue Yu, the leader of Hanxue Sect, looked embarrassed and quickly apologized. "We were negligent. We didn't expect these two people to be so powerful. Please give me a chance. I guarantee that Hua Nu and Ling Yuan will die here!"
"Hmph. I have told you not to underestimate them. If you don't believe me, if you can't solve it this time, then I will have no choice but to go to the soul refining organization. I believe their reputation is much better than yours."
"Don't! I promise! We will definitely make sure they walk out of the dark forest without their lives tomorrow!"
"It better be this way!"
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Lan Nuoyin sat under a tree to recover her powers and physical strength. As they walked closer and closer to the depths of the forest, they encountered fewer assassins, but there were all kinds of monsters waiting for them. Before they walked out of here
There is absolutely no hope of living a peaceful day.
It was really surprising that the Hanxue Sect didn't attack them that night, but it also allowed them to see the calm before the storm.
The next day.
Lan Nuyin and Ling Yuan continued to move forward, trying their best to conceal their presence so as not to attract the attention of the monsters.
It's been a long time, but surprisingly they haven't encountered a wave of enemies.
Looking at each other.
"It's not very deep here. There are many people hunting monsters on the road. There's no reason why no one is attacking us. Has the Hanxue Sect given up?"
Lan Nuyin quietly squatted down by the river to drink water, his eyes not wavering at all.
"Ophelia can't wait any longer."
Ling Yuan raised his eyebrows.
Sure enough, almost in the blink of an eye, countless black shadows surrounded the two people.
Ling Yuan glanced at the dark crowd and looked surprised. "The Hanxue Sect really thinks highly of us."
Lan Nuoyin stood up and faced them.
A man in a black cloak walked out of the crowd, and Lan Nuoyin intuitively told Lan Nuoyin that the man in front of him and the few behind him were definitely not easy to mess with, and might be more difficult to deal with than the large group of people behind them.
"Hua Nu, Ling Yuan. Your doom has come. You have been lingering for a week, and today it is finally coming to an end." Xue Luo said gloomily, his face covered by a black cloak showing infinite cruelty.
Lan Nuyin stared at him quietly.
"You deal with the three on the left, this one and the one on the right, I'll take care of them."
"No." Ling Yuan refused without hesitation. Although he had to deal with more people than Lan Nuyin, the leader in front of him was obviously much more difficult to deal with than the four people behind him. Maybe those four people wouldn't be able to deal with them together.
After defeating him, Ling Yuan naturally did not want Lan Nuyin to take risks. "Exchange."
"Have you discussed it yet?" Xue Luo said calmly, without stopping them.
Lan Nuyin was too lazy to argue with him, "Then let's do it together."
Almost instantly, hyacinths and poppies appeared at the same time.
Xiao Zi is holding a cute and magical little scepter flying in her hand.
When Xiao Zi came out, everyone was shocked.
"Flower spirit transformed?" This is the most advanced form of the flower spirit, and its attack power is ten times that of the untransformed flower spirit.
Lan Nuyin summoned Xiao Zi before the battle, which is enough to show that she attaches great importance to this battle.
Success or failure depends on this.
"Hmph." Xue Luo snorted coldly. A gray crutch appeared in his withered hand, and the crutch slowly pointed at Lan Nuoyin.
Xiao Zi put her hands on her hips, a sweet hum came from her small nose, the scepter pointed at Xue Luo, and a purple light shot towards the gray crutch.