Four thousand one hundred and eighty chapters nine clouds
"呲呲呲……"
In the gray mist, there were constant bursts of harsh sounds, like the sound of some kind of sharp blade as thin as a cicada's wings, cutting through the air quickly.
But just from the sound, it is not difficult to tell that it should not be the sound of some kind of sharp blade cutting. After all, even the whip in a long weapon is usually only one or two feet long, like the one used by Zuo Feng.
It is extremely rare for a wind-controlling dragon stick to be more than three feet long.
But now in the gray fog, the terrifying sound that split the air has been transmitted for more than ten feet without any interruption. It was obviously the result of a single blow.
It's a pity that no one can see such a terrifying and strange attack with their own eyes, and can only rely on the sound to guess what is going on in the gray fog.
Before this weird cutting sound sounded, there were constant heavy breathing sounds in the gray fog, and there should be quite a few sounds.
From the sounds of their breathing, it is not difficult to find that these people have an extremely difficult time persevering, and even the slightest carelessness may put their lives in danger.
But even so, they are still fighting hard and moving forward hard. But the strange thing is that the gray mist is also moving, and it is still moving in the same direction and speed as the people in the gray mist.
, this can also ensure that no one trapped in the gray fog can escape from it.
If you were in such an environment, the best way to escape was undoubtedly to spread out and escape. However, no one among the people in it broke out separately.
If it's not that the group of people trapped in the gray mist and constantly being attacked are fools, then it's because they have something to hide.
Since they can appear on the third level of the iceberg, they have at least passed the elimination of the first and second levels. If the guys who survived here are said to be fools, it would be really hard to believe.
At a certain moment, a long-suppressed muffled groan suddenly came from the gray mist. It sounded like someone made a muffled sound due to pain, and then it seemed as if someone took a big breath.
That is, after this violent exhalation and inhalation, a violent coughing sound immediately came from the gray fog. The coughing sound was very loud and seemed to be mixed with something spraying out, as if it was about to break the lungs, and then directly
Just spit it out.
Of course, the coughing did not reach that terrifying level, but there was immediately the sound of a sharp blade cutting the skin, blood spurting out, and a roar of pain that followed.
"Lao San, how are you?"
"Hold on! Third brother..."
"Don't give up, don't give up, we will rush out!"
In the gray mist, there were several concerned voices shouting one after another, very concerned about the person who had roared in pain before. However, no one spoke again, and there was a cold shout immediately, interrupting the others.
"Shut up! Everyone should adjust their breathing. Before going out, you must make sure to exhale every breath you take in, and don't take in any breath!"
The man who spoke was not only full of energy, but also gave people an aura that could not be rejected. It was obvious that his cultivation and status in this team were not low.
Although he spoke loudly, the pained roar was also rapidly expanding, but the pain and despair revealed in the voice made the atmosphere in the gray mist even more bizarre.
At this moment, a burst of feminine laughter suddenly came out from the edge of the gray fog, but the laughter seemed to be swaying close to the edge of the gray fog.
It makes it impossible to accurately grasp the specific location, and at the same time it gives people an elusive taste. As soon as the laughter sounded, there was immediately the sound of spiritual energy rolling, and the sound of metal cutting through the air.
The inside of the gray mist was like a large pot of boiling water, and irregular changes immediately occurred on the surface of the gray mist. However, the gray mist itself is very special. No matter if the surface rolls or changes, it will be like cotton wool and will not appear.
Every sign of dissipation.
Not only did it not decrease or disappear at all, but as its surface rolled and turbulent, the scope of the gray fog continued to expand, and the color of the fog seemed to become more intense.
"Don't act carelessly. The other party is deliberately tempting you to attack. Stop... Stop it immediately!"
The leader was almost going crazy at this moment, roaring and roaring constantly, and what was easier to see was his anxiety and grief at this time.
Because when he issued the order, he realized that his order was too late after all. Not only did the people around him attack with all their strength, but they also attacked multiple times in succession.
The reason why he was so distressed was because he could feel that this gray mist was a trap. After everyone fell into it, the more they struggled randomly, not only would they increase consumption, but they would also make their own situation worse.
Danger.
Even though he had the best team in his hands, which had faced countless life and death tests, it was still in chaos at this moment. What made him feel most powerless was that even though he had tried his best to control it, he found that he had no control at all.
Ways to take control of the situation.
Every time I see a problem and want to stop it, I find that the terrible consequences have basically already occurred, and it's even too late to remedy it.
"Who are you? Our Golden Jade Caravan has always had an excellent reputation and has good relations with all empires and forces. Since there is no grievance or enmity, why do you insist on making things difficult for us?"
Compared to when he lectured his subordinates before, when the person in charge spoke at this time, his voice and tone became obviously a little painful, with a sense of prayer.
"Hey, it doesn't matter if you have a great reputation or good relations with various empires. This is a game, a game that truly focuses on killing. When you are in the game, of course you must respect the hard work of the people who built the game."
A voice with a slightly ethereal flavor came out from the gray mist, and it was clear that the laughter came from the mouth of this woman.
The moment the woman spoke, there were loud shouts in the gray mist, and it could be heard that strong men were launching powerful attacks one after another.
"stop……"
The leader shouted loudly, but his order was obviously a little late, as several of the warriors had already launched their attacks.
The sounds of attacks and roars had just started, and they immediately turned into painful roars and roars. But in less than two blinks, they had already turned into shrill screams.
"Stop..., stop it all! Who are you... who are you?" The person trapped in the gray mist now seemed to be completely ignited, roaring loudly with extreme anger.
In another burst of sweet laughter like silver bells, the woman smiled and said: "The breeze is playing on the hills, and the flowing clouds are dancing in the sky!"
This ordinary sentence, in the free and easy way, also shows a bit of awe-inspiring attitude. Maybe to others, this is just an ordinary poem, but to some people, it is completely different.
A taste.
The gray mist fell into silence for an instant, and even the rhythmic breathing inside suddenly disappeared at this moment.
"Liuyun Pavilion, you are people from Liuyun Pavilion,... why? What is the purpose of this! With your identity and status, there is no need to take action against us. You have no reason to target us at all!"
The person leading the team made a hoarse voice, and his whole body seemed to have been greatly shocked. However, he still persisted in asking, trying to solve the biggest confusion in his heart no matter what.
To this question, the woman did not immediately answer, but fell into a slightly long silence. This silence gave people an extremely depressing feeling, especially for those who were trapped in the gray fog and suddenly knew what they were facing.
That's right, what a formidable opponent the powerful men of the Jin Jade Chamber of Commerce are.
"Didn't I tell you just now that I am not strong enough and have problems with my ears? Then let me tell you again. This is a game. I just want to respect the game."
"Even if it's a game, there's no requirement to kill people, right?"
"There is no rule, you can't kill people in this game! And my understanding of the game, you guys don't understand at all."
The woman assumed a natural posture, and as soon as he finished speaking, a voice suddenly came from a nearby passage, as if it was a warning signal.
"Huh"
Although there was only one sound, or perhaps it was just one syllable, it could be heard that the woman in the gray mist seemed to have finally gained some interest.
The next moment, a warrior rushed in from the passage very quickly. Just looking at his movement and speed, his cultivation level had at least reached the middle stage of concentration.
The warrior wore a robe of intertwined green and blue colors, which blended perfectly with the surrounding environment of the ice crystal hall.
When this warrior rushed in, less than half a breath of time had passed before a famous warrior arrived quickly. If Zuo Feng were here, he would definitely recognize them immediately. These warriors who came at this time, they
It is the strong man who seizes Tianshan Mountain.
The first person to enter was a man in his late thirties. A red birthmark shaped like a maple leaf could be seen on his neck. This man was Huan Feng.
In the team behind him, there was an old man with a high nose, sunken eye sockets, and a sinister look on his face. He was Huan Xiao, the leader of the team that entered the Far North Icefield from Duotian Mountain this time.
They seemed to have discovered something, so they sped over. Now when they arrived and saw the gray mist in front of them, they were stunned for a moment.
There was no surprise, let alone fear. Instead, a hint of surprise could be seen in Huan Feng's eyes.
"Is this Senior Sister Xiaoyu inside? I am Duotian Mountain Huanfeng, do you still remember me?"
At this time, Huan Feng could no longer see the ferocious demeanor that he used to kill other teams, but instead showed a polite demeanor.
Then in the gray fog, the woman's voice came out, but there was no joy or anger in her voice.
"Hey, it turns out to be little brother Feng. It's really been a long time since we last met."
