On an October day, Mobei is still hot.

The wind and sand are blowing so much that people can't open their eyes.

A team of twelve people walked in the desert with difficulty, each of them stretched out their internal strength to resist the wind and sand.

Bang!

Suddenly, the smooth desert around it exploded, and figures emerged from the ground of the desert, and the cold light was quiet.

A snow-white long knife instantly hit the neck of a congenital martial artist, and the chill brought by the life and death crisis made dense goosebumps on the neck of this innate martial artist.

"Despicable!"

Poof!

Blood-spilled, the twelve innate martial artists, although they reacted, were still powerless to return to the sky, and in less than a blink of an eye, they were all killed.

The wind and sand continued, and soon the blood was covered.

"Comey, you've improved again. Fluent English language sounded, and the Western man known as Comey smiled slightly, looked at the corpse on the ground, wiped the blood on the knife, and said, "Let's go, today's task is not completed yet." ”

"Haha, don't worry at all, with Comey here, we will definitely be the first to complete the task. A blue-haired woman next to her smiled coquettishly, looking at Comey with a hint of eagerness and longing in her eyes.

Comey smiled again, turned and walked away.

It's just that he had just taken a step when a black light flashed, and no one noticed it except Comey.

"Hmm, why don't you leave?" asked his companion curiously.

Comey remained still, motionless.

"Comey?" the blue-haired woman stepped forward and tried to tapped Comey on the shoulder.

But her hand stretched out, and before she could touch Comey's body, Comey fell straight back.

"Hmm!" the blue-haired woman was startled, and hurriedly reached out to hug Comey, her pupils constricted instantly.

She saw the bloodshot on Comey's neck.

"Oh my God, Comey is dead! He's dead! Wanfu! Booth! You guys...... Ahh

The blue-haired woman screamed in terror, but did not hear a response from her companion.

When she turned her head to look, she found that all her teammates were lying on the ground silently, blood trickling from their necks.

"Devil, devil, devil!"

The blue-haired woman was almost terrified.

In their team, the worst strength is equivalent to the innate triumple, not to mention that there is a Comey who has reached the half-step order, but does not have the power to initially control the order.

Such a strong team was all wiped out in silence.

Who else can do this, but the devil?

"Yanma, Lao Tzu is not a devil. A faint voice rang out in her ears, and the blue-haired woman stiffened, and looked sideways sharply, but found nothing.

At the same time, in her other ear, she felt someone blowing.

It was obviously in the middle of the hot desert, but she felt as if she had fallen into the ice of ten thousand years, her body was completely stiff, the blood flow was stagnant, and her heartbeat almost fell silent.

The stiff neck slowly turned, and the blue-haired woman finally saw a face with a smile.

"Death!"

The blue-haired woman's pupils contracted to the extreme, and then dilated, her whole face turned purple, and she died of exhaustion.

"it...... Another one scared to death!"

The person known as the god of death squatted down depressedly, stretched out his hand and touched the heart of the blue-haired woman who had died, with a little regret: "Such a beautiful Yanma, it's a pity, Lao Tzu hasn't scolded you yet! Forget it, touch it while it......'s hot."

After touching two handfuls, he stood up, two cyan and two golden, a total of four daggers, floating beside him.

This person is none other than Mei Sanbu.

"Brother thief!"

In the distance, a figure galloped forward, it was the morning wind, and there was a smug look on his face: "I finally reached forty points today!"

Mei sanbu pursed her lips and pointed to several corpses on the ground: "I'm still one point more than you." ”

Chenfeng lowered his head and waved his hand like a schoolboy to count the number of corpses, and was deflated.

Today, two months have passed since Xiao Fan returned from the edge of the East China Sea.

Today's battle is no longer a battlefield for the whole army.

The Western cultivators of the three major battlefields, except for the battlefield of the western Tibetan plateau, which have never been able to enter, have already entered the small-scale battle mode in the southern sea area and the northern battlefield.

Whether it is the cultivator camp or the martial arts camp, they all invariably break into parts, and fight each other in the form of squads, ambush and ambush, sneak attack and sneak attack, kill and kill.

This kind of large-scale and small-group battle, although it is not as good as a meat grinder on a large-scale battlefield, but it also tests everyone's strength and wisdom more.

If you want to survive, make sure that everything is safe before you take every step.

One wrong step and you're in hell.

Every time a cultivator is killed, it is counted as a point of combat merit, and each martial artist wears a calculator provided by Wei Liang and supported by the Lin family.

As for the battle merits, you can exchange everything you want in Martial Arts City.

Even if you want to become a personal disciple of an entry-level powerhouse, as long as your combat merits are enough, you can do it!

Now in the entire martial arts city, war feats have become the only common currency, and gold and silver money cannot buy even a single piece of rice.

In the past two months, Mei Sanbu and others have been seeking a breakthrough and entering the Tao with martial arts.

It's just that so far, there is still no second person other than Xiao Fan who has stepped into the pinnacle hall.

But everyone in the alphabet K alliance has greatly improved their strength, and they have comprehended the realm, standing at the extreme of half-stepping into the Dao, and there is only a piece of paper away from entering the Dao.

It stands to reason that with their strength, it should be easy to get points.

However, the battlefield is too large, and although there are many cultivators, they are all cunning, and various hidden methods emerge one after another.

In addition to earning a lot of points in the early stage, Mei Sanbu and the others have been difficult to find cultivators now.

In addition to this, but also because of the intervention of high technology.

The West has invented an internal strength sensor, which can sense once a warrior appears within a radius of two hundred meters.

There are three colors on the sensor, white, blue and red, white is weak, red is the strongest, and if you see a blood-like crimson on the sensor, it means that a terrifying enemy is approaching, and the cultivators will flee immediately.

This kind of technology can't even be broken by the Lin family, Lin Ruohan tried his best to imitate it, but he could only detect the internal strength, and could not detect all other energies except the internal strength.

Such an imitation is completely equivalent to a useless failure.

"Let's go, look for it again, these rat-like guys are really getting harder and harder to find. Mei Sanbu sighed.

Chenfeng nodded, and went in the opposite direction to Mei Sanbu, he had to hurry up and look for it again, and strive to surpass Mei Sanbu in today's battle.

"Ghost disciple, is there any news of the monk?" came Mu Xiaoxuan's voice from the communicator.

"No, these two months are like disappearances, the monk can't be found in Weiliang, and the location of the communicator is completely invalid. The ghost's heavy voice was mixed with a scream.

Everyone fell silent.

It's been two months, but the monk hasn't even had any news, he is in Yin San, and he is being attacked by all Yin San cultivators, which is worrying.