Eight hundred and ninetieth chapters holy sacrifice hunting battle
When Zuo Qingshan's figure disappeared into the sword shadow, he had already lost the trace of Ye Yinfeng. His heart froze, and the long sword in his hand glowed with an even colder sword light. He could only feel the sword shadow behind him.
Like a mountain standing tall, the vague aura made him feel a little depressed. An invisible pressure suddenly appeared, and he felt the light of the sword in his hand dim slightly.
Endless darkness shrouded down, and Zuo Qingshan felt that there was no trace of Ye Yinfeng in his sight. Even Ye Yinfeng's unique aura disappeared without a trace. Suddenly, it drifted down from the top of his head.
A few strands of rain were barely noticeable, and the strands of rain turned into soft threads. The strands of rain rose up one after another, and gradually became denser and denser. The strands of rain wound down like threads, and at this moment, his heart tightened.
There was a slight "swish" sound, and the long sword in Zuo Qingshan's hand fired out several rays of sword energy and cut away at the falling raindrops. The sword light condensed, but the raindrops did not cut any, and he felt even more excited in his heart.
Then, the sword light in his hand rose again, and the brilliant sword light surged around him. In an instant, he was overwhelmed by the brilliant sword light. But the falling rain became more and more dense,
A throbbing feeling like silk rain was lingering in his heart. The sword light in his hand floated up and down, and he flicked it left and right. The sword light finally cut off the falling rain.
This was not the first time that Ye Yinfeng had fought against Zuo Qingshan. He knew how powerful Zuo Qingshan was, and he also knew that his own strength was still far behind the rising star of the Cangqiong Sect whose light was obscured by the Yanlong Star. So he used
He took out the Sword of the Void and hid himself. Finally, his sword silk turned into rain and launched the most powerful attack. His most powerful attack, the 'Sword of the Void', could not compete with Zuo Qingshan head-on.
, the talent is also Zuo Qingshan's one or two.
As the raindrops were cut off by the sword light in his hand, Zuo Qingshan felt that the raindrops that had turned into substance seemed to be missing. He raised the corner of his mouth and the swordlight in his hand rose like a dazzling light ball. He had already sensed Ye Yinfeng's
The breath of the sword in his hand condensed with the power of destroying everything, and he stabbed into the darkness.
A figure flashed from the darkness, a faint light shone from the darkness, Ye Yinfeng's feet slipped, and the figure calmly avoided Zuo Qingshan's fierce blow like a charm. It was only the remaining sword energy.
But it poured into his body like a broken bamboo. His figure swayed, and a burst of blood surged in his chest. A pungent blood surged up to his throat in an instant, and he almost opened his mouth to spit out the hot blood.
out.
The blood was boiling, and Ye Yinfeng's face turned pale. He couldn't help but pause. The sharp sword-like Qi behind him came immediately. The iron sword whirled and swept, and a powerful impact surged out.
When he came out, the iron sword hit the slender sword and received an extremely overbearing impact, which made his wrists shake several times. Only then did he resolve the impact from the opponent's sword.
Even so, Ye Yinfeng's figure still flew out, but he was still not as fast as Zuo Qingshan. The sword light appeared again, and the white shadow rolled up the brilliant sword light from the dark lacquer towards him.
Ye Yin was shrouded in the wind. The jungle in a cage was filled with dazzling sword light. A dark sword light appeared and disappeared in the dazzling sword light. The sword rain fell into thin threads but fell apart at that moment.
With a slight shudder, Ye Yinfeng still underestimated Zuo Qingshan's strength. Regardless of the opponent's moves or counterattacks, he had perfect timing, and the opponent's internal strength was deeper than his own. Although he was slightly inferior in footwork and light kung fu,
There is a small victory, but Ye Yinfeng doesn't think this is his own advantage. In terms of posture and movements, Zuo Qingshan's performance is extremely perfect, without a single flaw.
After retreating again and again, the edgeless iron sword in his hand had already pierced dozens of swords. The faint light turned into a hidden thorn in the dark night, but the dazzling sword light was destroyed with incomparable precision. Ye Yin
The light and agile figure of the wind shuttled through the towering trees. The sword energy passed by, and the leaves fell. After the dazzling sword light, there was a pair of cold eyes, and the young man in white clothes was as handsome as the snow.
The frosty murderous intent on his face never weakened at all.
There had been no sound from Su Liuer and the female killer in the fierce battle. This might be a conspiracy or a coincidence. No matter what it was, Ye Yinfeng had no time to think about it. Zuo Qingshan brought
The pressure on him is getting bigger and bigger, and the iron sword in his hand is getting heavier and heavier. With each sword move and sword energy, the sword energy is showing its majesty under his sway, but Zuo Qingshan doesn't seem to be exhausted.
With all his strength, he looks calm and calm.
Ye Yinfeng was a little envious of Ling Tianyun. He had seen the fierce battle between Ling Tianyun and Zuo Qingshan. Ling Tianyun's powerful and powerful fighting style was just right to restrain Zuo Qingshan. But he still couldn't do that.
A fighting style that goes forward bravely and without hesitation. Perhaps he feels that he is more complicated than Ling Tianyun. It is precisely because of this that he is crushed by Zuo Qingshan. He only has an extremely sharp sword intent in his chest, but less
He was as ruthless as risking his life, and he knew Zuo Qingshan was the same.
Inexplicably, a faint worry arose in Ling Tianyun's heart. Ye Yinfeng and Su Liu'er still didn't show up, which made him very anxious. At this time, the old man with wrinkles like ravines on his forehead was looking at him.
Come, those deep eyes seemed to be able to see through everything with wisdom, which made Ling Tianyun feel solemn in his heart. At this time, he had already arrived at the center of the altar, and the long starlight was like sporadic water droplets, waving down.
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In addition to himself, he also found that there were more than a dozen young primitive men sitting there, and the shaman's hunched figure stood upright in the center of the altar. The old man waved his hand slightly and pointed to a random location, and Ling Tianyun came up.
Qian also sat cross-legged like everyone else. He didn't know what kind of hunting this so-called Holy Sacrifice Hunt was. His eyes passed over the faces of the primitive tribesmen, and he found that these primitive tribesmen showed a smile to him.
Weird smile.
The old wizard looked up at the endless night sky. The stars seemed to brighten inexplicably under his gaze. The figure that was not too tall and had a stoop became taller at that moment. Ling Tianyun discovered
Everyone raised their heads and looked at the old wizard. He found that the old wizard was exuding an aura that was inexplicable to him. The aura was extremely majestic and seemed to be like the sea of stars in the night sky.
What kind of aura is it? That aura is ancient, long, deep and unpredictable. It is not the aura of a martial artist. It is like the aura passed down from the stars.
He was extremely confused in his heart, could this be powerful witchcraft? The witch can communicate with the witch god in the sky of stars. That kind of breath and power have never been seen before. The power of the stars, the breath of the stars, the ancient and vast breath.
, all slowly emerged in his brain, making him feel that he was slowly integrating into this breath and this power, and then he felt that his consciousness was almost swallowed up by this power and this breath.
A primitive chaotic aura filled the air, as if it were a mysterious aura from ancient times. It was extremely pure and pure. This aura made Ling Tianyun's heart slightly shaken. He felt that he could not deal with this chaotic aura at all.
The ancient aura resisted, and the Jiuyang true energy in his body instinctively started to move automatically. The thick and powerful Jiuyang true energy filled his whole body, until the ancient chaotic aura did not show any hostility.
Only then did the Yang Zhen Qi slowly subside.
Only Ling Tianyun had experienced this process. However, he did not expect that the old man who was full of vicissitudes of life looked at him intentionally or unintentionally. His deep eyes were like a bottomless black hole, and his eyes would
People could see so clearly, Ling Tianyun felt that all the secrets in his body were exposed to the old man's eyes, and he felt secretly trembling in his heart.
Then, the old man's deep eyes did not show any light of emotion. They just glanced slightly, and his wise eyes were filled with ancient vicissitudes. The aura became stronger and stronger. An irresistible pressure enveloped him.
However, the coercion didn't have any malicious intent, but it made people's brains tremble.
At this time, Ling Tianyun had already fixed his eyes on the Wu Si. It should be said that the Wu Si had attracted all the attention. Not only Ling Tianyun, but also more than ten other primitive youths had their eyes fixed on the Wu Si.
On Si's body, all eyes then stayed on Wu Si's eyes, which were as deep as the sea and stars, and the majestic aura of ancient times was concentrated to the extreme, but everyone was motionless at this time.
, like a sculpture.
With a "boom", Ling Tianyun felt a loud noise suddenly coming from his brain, and then subconsciously closed his eyes. It was like a dazzling light flashed through his brain, and then everything fell into endless silence.
In the midst of it, he opened his eyes.
When he opened his eyes, he was stunned, because he found that he was no longer in the altar, he was already in a lush green jungle. He could feel that the place he was in
The jungle is still the jungle he walked through with the one-eyed old man, it is still in the primitive jungle among the hundreds of thousands of mountains. The only difference is that at this time, he is now in a sun-filled and green jungle, without decay.
There is no dizzying miasma, and there are no frequent ferocious beasts and birds of prey.
A breath of quietness and tranquility emerged spontaneously, and Ling Tianyun relaxed his whole body. Although it was very quiet everywhere, this quietness came from the tranquility in his heart, not a dead silence. The branches and leaves under his feet were extremely soft.
, stepping on the fallen leaves felt like he was in the sky, the sun shone through the gaps in the branches, and light mist curled up. He felt that this was not the end of life and death, as if it was a fairyland among the green shades.
"Welcome to the hunt of the Holy Festival. As my warriors in the Southern Wilderness, this time is to witness your bravery. Now you are in a safe zone. The miasma and poisonous mist will appear in an hour. There is only one person here.
As a winner, kill everyone, you are the winner, and you can obtain the title of Holy Sacrifice Warrior."
Thinking of the old man's loud voice, Ling Tianyun was slightly startled. He felt that the voice was coming from the sky, and he could not catch the origin of the voice. This made him feel a sense of vigilance inexplicably.
In other words, he knew that there were more than a dozen primitive tribesmen young people sitting on the altar, but he had not met a primitive tribesman so far, which made him both surprised and curious.
What kind of place is this, and how did he appear in this jungle? He remembered that it was night when he walked onto the altar, but at this time, there was plenty of sunshine and it was noon.
He didn't even see the old man's words, the miasma and the poisonous mist that came from the air.
While Ling Tianyun was thinking wildly, a slight sound came into his ears, "Sand...sand...". His heart moved, and his body immediately disappeared under the shadow of a towering tree. Soon he saw
The agile figure of a primitive youth held a wooden spear in his hand. He carefully looked around, and then hid his figure in the shadow of the big tree.