As many Dongying warriors attacked Ji Haotian's side, the situation on the field changed again.

Originally, many foreigners who were fighting with the Dongying warriors rushed towards the stone pillar as the pressure dropped sharply, and as a result, many warriors around Ji Haotian were beaten, and in just a moment, they were shattered by the angry Dongying warrior team.

For a time, it was bloody and bloody, and the stumps danced wildly.

The blue-gray ground was completely stained red with blood.

The millions of spectators on the audience stage did not know why, but they only saw hundreds of warriors gathering in one place, cheering and shouting, and their hormones surged.

"Here! Be careful!"

By Ji Haotian's side, Zhao Hongsleeve saw the Dongying warriors surging like a tide, and immediately pulled out the sword at his waist.

As Zhao Hong's sleeved long sword came out of the sheath, a pale cyan cold mang's face suddenly appeared, scorching and dazzling.

Seeing a long sword three feet and four inches long in Zhao Hong's hand, a strange light suddenly flashed in Ji Haotian's eyes, and it was immediately covered.

The long sword in Zhao Hong's sleeve is called Qingshuang, and the sword light of this sword is as green as frost and snow, so it is famous all over the world.

And this Qingfrost Sword is also one of the top ten divine weapons in Huaxia, ranking sixth, even one place ahead of the Helian family's Cicada Wing Sword.

The most important thing is that this Qingshuang Sword is the token of the head of the Frost Valley of the Huaxia Martial Arts Sect.

Fifty years ago, the Frost Valley was slaughtered overnight, and the Frost Sword, which was the treasure of the town, has since disappeared from the world.

However, how could it appear in Zhao Hongsleeve's hands?

It's really fascinating.

The situation on the field couldn't help but Ji Haotian think too much, because more than a dozen Dongying martial artists had already taken the lead in rushing to the three of them.

"Die!"

A samurai at the head was wearing hanging armor and holding a spear in his hand, and stabbed straight at Ji Haotian.

Although there is fanaticism in his eyes, this martial artist's cultivation is really low, and the power of this shot is even more mediocre.

"With your three-legged cat's kung fu, you dare to come and sacrifice ugliness!"

Qin Feng saw the Dongying martial artist attacking, and the scabbard of the long sword shot out.

The strength was so great that it actually penetrated the chest of this Dongying warrior, and the remaining strength was not dissipated, and it penetrated through the two of them one after another, and was finally pushed away by a master with a naginata, which was considered to be a stop.

Qin Feng's weapon is a Han sword, although the workmanship is extraordinary, but it is not a famous weapon.

"Get out of the way!"

A Dongying warrior saw Qin Feng's shot and injured two people in a row, and stood behind the person and roared.

"Hulala!"

The crowd dispersed, and in the direction where the shouting was originally heard, a thin Dongying samurai in his forties was running towards him at great speed.

The samurai's face was as pale as a corpse, and if it weren't for the fact that he was still moving, others would definitely believe that this was a dead man.

As the warrior moved, a red glow emerged from the wounds of the countless corpses around him, converging towards the warrior.

The red glow became more and more vigorous, and the samurai's face gradually became bloody.

"Devouring the power in the essence blood of the dead? Isn't this the cultivation method of the Huaxia Ten Thousand Corpse Sect?"

Zhao Hongsleeve saw the samurai's tricks and frowned slightly.

Ten thousand corpses, with themselves as the furnace, specifically absorb the essence and blood of people in the martial arts for their own use, so as to squeeze the power of internal breath, but due to the perennial dealing with corpses, most of the people of the Ten Thousand Corpses Gate are soaked in corpse poison, affecting Shouyuan, the older the warrior, the more inhuman and ghostly, in the later stage, although the exercises have been successful, but can no longer live in the sun.

In Huaxia, it is a well-known martial arts demon outside the road.

"Stinky girl! You can see my teacher's inheritance, and you have some eyesight! I am a disciple of Huaxia Ten Thousand Corpses Sect!"

Seeing that he was exposed by Zhao Hongsleeve, the Dongying warrior did not hide it, and after standing still, he responded in fluent Chinese, and at the same time looked at Ji Haotian and the three of them with gloomy eyes, and licked his lips weirdly: "The internal breath on your body is very strong, looking at it, it's really eye-catching!"

"This girl's body, should you also covet it!"

Qin Feng had a horizontal sword in his hand, and a touch of anger flashed between his eyebrows.

"Don't worry! Your flesh and blood, I will definitely swallow it seriously in my stomach!"

As the Dongying warrior spoke, his eyes were like ink, and they instantly became blood-red, as if a ruby was inlaid in the position of his eyes, especially the moment when he smiled, the whole person was like a monster, which made people shudder and feel creepy.

"Look for death!"

Qin Feng scolded angrily, and the Han sword in his hand brought out a touch of red light, and stabbed straight at it.

"Hey, hey!"

The Dongying martial artist smiled strangely, and rushed straight towards Qin Feng.

The two figures confronted each other, and the majestic aura was like two storms colliding together, constantly bursting out in the bodies of the two of them, and even the air near the two of them became dense as if they were being squeezed.

In the entire martial arts arena, hundreds of thousands of eyes were all attracted by this scene and gathered.

This is the first place where the out-of-phase appears after the competition begins.

Among the countless eyes, the eyes of the Dongying martial artist staring at Qin Feng also became more and more awe-inspiring, and with a twist of his wrist, a touch of red flashed when he landed.

"This disciple of the Ten Thousand Corpses Sect can continue to draw strength from the corpses around him, and the more people who die, the stronger his strength will be. ”

Ji Haotian felt the power of the Dongying martial artist bursting out, and with a flick of his wrist, the Tang Dao circled along his wrist, and jumped into his hand: "Your junior sister is not his opponent." ”

"With your little deeds, it's not worth my hands at all!"

Dongying martial artist and Qin Feng drew a closer distance, the red mangs in their hands were even stronger, and they pushed out with one palm.

"Presumptuous!"

Qin Feng shouted, and the Han Sword burst out with a touch of divine golden light, and slashed down in the air.

"Hum—"

The huge sword qi roared with the sound of the wind.

A powerful sense of oppression immediately enveloped it.

Qin Feng stared at the Dongying martial artist, and after feeling this oppression, his expression instantly became solemn.

The Ten Thousand Corpses Gate is known as the Demon Dao, and the disciples in the gate are possessed by corpse poison, which is very recognizable, so Ping Suli will not walk on the rivers and lakes at all.

Therefore, she had never even seen such a strange method.

"Go!

The Dongying martial artist withdrew with one palm, and suddenly broke through a sword qi of Qin Feng, and his eyes were also extremely cold at this moment.

"Brush!"

Just after the Dongying martial artist spit out these two words, the red light that burst out of his palm had completely enveloped Qin Feng, and the whole person also turned into an afterimage, shooting out towards Qin Feng and blasting out a punch at the same time.

The red glow with corpse poison wrapped around his fist like a wind.

The force of this punch was so great that even the ground that the warrior had passed through had already collapsed, and rubble flew sideways.

The fist that surrounded the blood-colored red light rapidly enlarged in Qin Feng's eyes, and she raised her Han sword horizontally, and immediately shook out a breath to block it.

Moment.

Qin Feng's face changed.

Because she found that the breath she sacrificed was actually atomized when it came into contact with the fist of that Dongying martial artist.

It's like nothing.