Chapter 108: The Death of Four on the Hell Battlefield
In the hell battlefield, Xinning was fighting alone again. A cycle outside the brain greatly increased Xinning's strength again. With Yun Yi's speed, Xinning could sometimes kill two opponents without losing. In just one year,
In the fight, Xinning's hand stick made a terrifying five hundred waves.
More than twenty black-faced men died in Xinning's hands. Xinning knew that the further back the brain circulates, the more cautious and difficult it would be. He would need more and more time, and the number of Zhongling coins would continue to increase at a terrifying rate.
Masters! Two figures were fighting in front of Xinning. There was a huge roar, and Xinning looked over. Damn it! At least he has the combat power of five hundred waves. Why, after entering the hell battlefield three times, the masters became more and more powerful each time.
It's getting more and more scary. Why wasn't the opponent so strong when I first came in?
Perhaps, this is God's will. Such a master has been practicing in the secret realm for many years to gain points and win the spirit coins. Maybe it is a time difference. If Xinning met him when he first came in, he might not be able to go back.
Xinning didn't participate, he just watched quietly. He was not the only audience around, but as far as Xinning could tell, there were at least four.
The monk in Tsing Yi is not tall, similar to Xinning. He holds an obvious holy sword in his hand. It is heavy and thick. He should be a master of the earth system. The opponent's powerful weapons are obviously not much different from his. I guess, after fighting
It's not even a day or two.
The two were obviously exhausted, and the close combat was extremely fierce. The last time they collided, they both sat on the ground almost injured.
The battle is obviously not over yet. Four figures are approaching like lightning. The two groups attack separately. The black-faced man, obviously a hard-working mainlander, has not even spared the monks on his own side. It seems that the attraction of the holy weapon is
Much bigger than the belt card.
"Do you need help?" Xinning approached the battlefield and said to the monk in green. Xinning felt it was a pity that such a master died in the hands of these villains.
"It seems necessary." The monk in Tsing Yi answered simply.
"Don't you think we should unite properly?" Xinning said to another black-faced man who was besieged.
"Should." The black-faced man answered more simply.
The four opponents are not weak either. Xinning feels that they can be more confident if they join forces. After all, the two masters are injured and can barely hold on. Although the injuries are not serious, they have been fighting for a long time and the consumption is still very high.
"We agreed, these belts will be mine, how about it?" Xinning didn't forget to reap the benefits.
Both of them nodded. Perhaps, the four of them also felt bad, so one of them attacked Xinning.
Xinning's sacred weapon mace was thrown out with all its strength. The opponent obviously did not think that there should be so many masters. The sacred weapon was smashed away by Xinning's stick.
Ning didn't use Qingfeng Zhan. Firstly, the two holy weapons were too eye-catching. Secondly, it was unnecessary.
The monk in Tsing Yi only had one opponent, so the pressure was lessened and it was less difficult to deal with. Xinning's target was aimed at the black-faced man who was besieged by the two. It seemed that the guy was under too much pressure and could hardly bear it.
Xinning's opponent was obviously very depressed. Even though he was well prepared, he was still beaten back by Xinning. He couldn't run anymore, and the battle with Yun Yijing, who had already advanced, was very difficult. Death was only a matter of time.
The battle ended smoothly, Xinning killed his opponent, but unfortunately the two ran away early.
The monk in green gave Xinning a waist card. "I can't keep him, so I'll pay you one."
What made Xinning surprised and excited was that the black-faced man threw more than ten waist cards to Xinning, "I want this thing to be useless, so I'll give it all to you."
Xinning is a lot happier this time. It seems that good people are rewarded. This requires at least a year of hard work. This black-faced man, Xinning looks a lot more pleasing to the eye.
The three of them sat on the ground to rest and heal their injuries. There seemed to be no geographical boundaries. In fact, Xinning didn't know why there were always fights here. He just wanted to get points and win spirit coins.
The three of them are all masters. Perhaps, there is really no need to fight each other for a waist card.
"What do you call this brother? Which college are you from?" The two of them sat in meditation to heal their injuries. Xinning felt bored and asked about the monk in Tsing Yi.
"Fu Hongshan, Qingtun Empire Martial Arts Academy, Earth Department, one hundred and two years old." The monk in Qingyi answered in a detailed and concise manner.
"What a coincidence. I am also from the Qingtun Empire Martial Arts Academy. You are two years younger than me. Is it time to go to the third area of the secret realm?" Xinning asked.
"Well, I have no points, so I have to come out. I don't have enough spirit coins, and I have to go to sea. It's really difficult to practice! It's been almost thirty years since I came to the academy. I thought I was a genius, but I didn't expect you to be pretty good too."
Fu Hongshan actually said a few more words. It seems that only geniuses have topics to talk about, and they need to have the right eye for each other.
"Huh? I didn't expect you to be over a hundred years old. I thought I was pretty awesome. Meet Wang Jialin. He is a disciple of the Sword Sect in the inner training continent. He is one hundred and five years old." The black-faced man also became older.
It feels a lot more refreshing.
"Wang Jialin, do you know why the two continents are always at war? They even created this hellish battlefield, as if there is so much hatred." Xinning asked curiously.
"You don't know?" Wang Jialin looked at Xinning strangely, then looked at Fu Hongshan beside him, and found that Fu Hongshan also looked confused. Wang Jialin knew that they didn't understand.
"It's not because of those martial saints!" Wang Jialin looked helpless.
"Martial Saint! Is it related to Martial Saint? Brother, please be more detailed." Xinning felt a hint of secret.
"There is a secret realm at the east end of the hell battlefield, which is very beneficial to the understanding of the Martial Saint's artistic conception. According to legend, it is a holy land for cultivation left by a senior Martial God in ancient times. I don't know the details. I only know that the tranquility of cultivation inside
There is a fixed number of chambers. For this precious quota, martial saints from two continents decided to fight in the hell battlefield to determine the quota. The performance of the warriors is also recorded in proportion. Otherwise, how could each waist card be so precious?
"Wang Jialin seems to have an idea.
"Then, won't other continents come to compete for the quota?" Xinning asked.
"There is more than just this mysterious realm of martial arts in the world. According to my master, he only knows about dozens of continents, and there are quite a lot of martial saints." Wang Jialin really knows a lot.
"This cultivation is endless!" The three people sighed at the same time.
"It's not the end of the year yet, and we still have to fight here." Xinning muttered. Xinning already had more than forty tokens in his hand.
"Why not, let's do it together. No matter which side they are from, I have a senior brother, so let's call them together." Wang Jialin's proposal was approved by Xinning and Fu Hongshan.
In nearly a year, a terrifying group of four people appeared on the hell battlefield, all holding sacred weapons and each with powerful combat power. Wang Jialin's senior brother Shi Zhonglin was a bit older, over 180 years old, and he was also very strong.
, no worse than Wang Jialin.
The foursome all had their faces covered. The Truger Continent and the Neili Continent did not distinguish between friend and foe, and would kill everyone on sight. Often, most of the team of more than a dozen monks would be killed by the foursome, turning it into a real hell battlefield.
Death combination.
The escaped monks from both sides formed two large teams to surround and kill the four dead men. As a result, the four Xinning people fled and hid for a month.