Wang Yi felt that there was another hard object under his feet blocking the road ahead, so he squatted sideways and took a look.
"What is this???" Wang Yi saw a disciple lying on the ground. This disciple had already given up his breath. His whole body was stiff and his face was blue. His eyes were still staring straight ahead, and there was a trace of solidification hanging on the corner of his mouth.
He was covered in blood and his clothes were disheveled. There was only a palm-sized blood hole in his abdomen, and there were even more blood stains around it.
Although the blood has long since solidified, the rich and pungent smell of blood still permeates the surrounding area. This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that this disciple is actually the disciple of that sect leader. This tragic situation makes people die in silence.
Wang Yi couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
At this moment, scoffing sounds came from all around Wang Yi. Wang Yi immediately felt something bad, and immediately there was wind at his feet, and he used his shadowing footwork, and at this moment he retreated dozens of meters away.
At this moment, a sharp sword with a sudden cold light penetrated the thick mist and stabbed hard into the place where Wang Yi had just squatted.
"The reaction is quite fast! But this is not a place where a boy like you, who is in the Great Perfection of Spirit Gathering Realm, can survive. I will give you a way to survive by handing over all the storage rings on your body, otherwise you will definitely die under my sharp sword!
"At this time, a burly man pulled out a sharp sword and stood upright in front of Wang Yi.
This man's clothes were torn, his expression was cold, and his face was haggard, but his eyes were piercing when looking at Wang Yi. He was covered in blood, and the sword had several blunt holes. He must have been with this Lin.
He had fought fiercely with other disciples in the ring, and the reason for fighting must be for the spiritual stones and elixirs in the storage ring, so that he could live longer.
This disciple was just acquainted with the peak cultivation level of the first level of heaven. Wang Yi showed no fear at all and said with a slanted smile, "If you want to fight, then fight!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his clothes fluttered up and made a hunting sound. The cone-shaped spiritual power was condensed on his right hand. Suddenly, there was a sound of hissing in the air, and a terrifying sound.
The coercion suddenly spread out, and the disciple was stunned when he saw Wang Yi's momentum, and then said with an indifferent expression.
"I almost forgot. Since you were able to pass the first level, you are by no means an ordinary disciple. But I think you are probably going to die here today!" The disciple coldly snorted, and then held the weapon in his hand tightly.
The sword thrust towards Wang Yi.
His sword was as fast as lightning, and he was approaching Wang Yi at the speed of thunder. Wang Yi's face was still expressionless, and only the afterimage of his feet appeared, and in an instant it turned into a phantom and flashed past.
This disciple was also stunned for a moment, and immediately turned around to look for Wang Yi. Unfortunately, Wang Yi seemed to have evaporated, blending into the clouds and no trace could be found anymore. At this time, the disciple was tightly
He frowned and his expression became serious, no longer showing contempt.
At this moment, a figure appeared in the thick fog beside the disciple, and a cone-shaped spiritual power with a cold light was thrust towards him. The disciple was shocked and struck back with a sharp sword in his hand.
past.
There was a "zheng" sound, and the sword in the disciple's hand was shaken by Wang Yi's cone-shaped spiritual power, and he immediately let out a mournful cry.
At this time, the disciple's wrist began to hurt slightly. He did not expect that Wang Yi's cone-shaped spiritual power was so powerful.
His biggest mistake was to underestimate Wang Yi. At this moment, the soil under his feet bulged slightly, and then another figure broke out of the ground, with the same cone-shaped spiritual power piercing out. At this moment, the disciple's expression became horrified.
He hurriedly backed away.
At this time, the figure that emerged from the ground tilted his lips and raised a smile. He smiled that this disciple's actions were all under his control.
"Poof!" There was actually a figure behind the disciple who remained motionless. It could be said that he hit the muzzle of the gun himself. The cone-shaped spiritual power penetrated through his back, and blood immediately overflowed out.
, soon permeated the whole body. At this moment, as the clouds and mist surged, Wang Yi's face behind him gradually became clearer, and it was vaguely visible that the smile on his face became stronger.
But this disciple's eyes were staring straight ahead, dim and unblinking, and the shock and disbelief could still be seen in his eyes.
Then Wang Yi took away the ring from his hand, flicked his sleeves and walked away. There was no reason in all this, only the difference between strong and weak!
At this moment, Wang Yi finally understood why there was constant killing in the competition among hundreds of factions. If you don't want to die in this trial, you have to become ruthless and cold-blooded in order to survive!
Wang Yi kept walking forward, and suddenly he heard the sound of fighting nearby. After his first lesson, his expression immediately became serious, and he stared around, but he could only see one
Everything else in the area was obscured by the thick fog.
Wang Yi could only listen to the sound to look for the person fighting. At this moment, a strong wind blew up nearby, and then the originally calm sea of fog began to roll, and the waves of fog were seen one after another.
It rolled up and swept away in all directions with great momentum.
At this moment, the clouds and fog in the middle were much lighter, and I could vaguely see two people fighting fiercely in front of me. One of them was burly, with a strong back and waist, and was extremely powerful. He knocked down a towering tree with one punch.
His brute strength is astonishing.
Another man was wearing green clothes, as light as a swallow, flying in the air. His fighting methods were varied, and his figure was nowhere to be found. Wang Yi was stunned for a moment when he saw this man. His appearance and fighting methods were somewhat similar.
Xu Cheng, when he thought of this, he became excited and wanted to get closer and take a closer look. If it was true, Xu Cheng would definitely make him regret it for the rest of his life!
Then Wang Yi separated into four figures and merged into the clouds. At this moment, his face was expressionless and focused, and his eyes burst out with a ray of light. At this moment, he was a beast lurking in the dark, waiting.
Appear at the best time.
The disciple in green shouted loudly in the air, "The Twelve Swords of Gale, the tenth style, the sword domain is vertical and horizontal!" Suddenly a frightening sword energy rose into the sky and filled the surrounding area, and the sharp sword in his hand instantly transformed into a sword.
He took ten of them and stabbed the burly disciple fiercely.
Wang Yi saw the corner of his mouth and raised a smile. He concluded that this person was that Xu Cheng. Xu Cheng targeted him everywhere on the road and even harmed senior brother Zhang Qiang. Now was an opportunity for revenge. How could Wang Yi
Can be missed.
I saw that the burly disciple condensed a layer of pure spiritual power on his body. This spiritual power instantly turned into a pair of armor. The armor's shoulders, arms and knees also had fine ridges. Not only
In this way, a pair of spiritual horns actually grew on the top of his head, and a terrifying pressure suddenly rose in an instant.
The air next to the spiritual horn was also distorted, forming two whirlpools, as if it were a black hole with boundless suction, shocking people's minds.
The ten swords were stabbing at the disciple from different angles at lightning speed. At this moment, Xu Cheng had already merged into the clouds and could not find any trace of it. However, the disciple still stood on the same spot.
Moved by it.
"Papa???" The ten swords and the spiritual armor on his body collided with each other, and suddenly collapsed, turning into countless afterimages and disappearing into the void.
At this moment, Xu Cheng suddenly appeared behind the disciple and kicked him away violently with his spiritual power. However, the disciple still stood on the same spot, not moving at all, as if he were a rock that had been erected for thousands of years.
It has long been ingrained.
Wang Yi and Xu Cheng both looked stunned when they saw this scene, especially Xu Cheng, who frowned and retreated hastily.
