The furious wind blade in Wang Zijie's hand suddenly quieted down, and the air around him seemed to be still, two tears of blood flowed from his reddened eyes, and his trembling body was all expounding his anger at this time.

The original violent wind blade was forcibly suppressed by the spiritual power he output without reservation, and it took shape in an instant, and the wind blade at this time was even smaller than at the beginning, but the energy contained in it was indeed incomparable to the former.

Fifty suppressed wind blades formed a quiet-colored scythe in his hand, as if it was the scythe of death, and summoned Zhang Lan and the others.

Although the condensation and compression were successful, he was now running out of oil, and he had nothing to rely on except the wind blade in his hand.

He didn't hesitate, he directly threw the wind blade in his hand, and the wind blade spun rapidly in the air like a disc flying in the air, making a puff cutting sound, and came to Shen Jue's face in the blink of an eye.

Shen Jue even wanted to struggle, a drop of water was still condensing, but the wind blade didn't give him the slightest chance, and when it was about to cut into his throat, he was thrown out of the space fiercely, because a little later, a young life might be separated from the world.

Wind Blade lost its first target, then drew a beautiful arc in the air and flew towards Zhang Lan not far away.

Zhang Lan's expression was extremely solemn when he looked at the flying wind blade, because he saw Shen Jue being sent out by the wind blade in a flash, and his state at this time was even a little inferior to Shen Jue.

However, he was not to be outdone, the ice thorn stabbed out again, but this time it was not as devastating as it was against Xuanyue, and it could be seen from his trembling right arm that he was close to collapse at this time.

The Wind Blade gradually approached him, and his ice spear continued to shatter and disintegrate in the Wind Blade, but in the end, it still couldn't stop it, and the Wind Blade smashed the ice spear towards him.

As expected, he was eliminated directly.

Since then, only Wang Zijie has been left in the secret realm.

He took one step at a time, intending to walk towards the key, but his body crashed to the ground with the foot that had just taken the step and had not yet landed.

At this time, his state can be described as miserable, the seven orifices are bleeding, there is no skin on his body intact, the violent wind element has brought him scars all over his body, if it weren't for the last desperate explosion of spiritual power to suppress the wind blade, he would probably be directly torn to pieces.

Wang Zijie, who fell to the ground, still couldn't get up in the end, and the hidden rules of the secret realm rolled him up, and the spatial element lingered around him, obviously intending to send him out.

At the moment when he was about to disappear, a bright silver fox tail pierced through time and space, pulling Xuanyue not far from him into his arms, and then one person and one rabbit were squeezed out by the space of the secret realm.

Bang~ I don't know who was the first to applaud in the glorious hall, and a thunderous applause soon spread all over the hall.

Qiu Long stood up even more excitedly, and said to another elder not far away while clapping: "These stinky boys, I'm a little enthusiastic when I see it, Wu Yang, go, go out and fight." ”

Elder Wu Yang glanced at him helplessly and ignored it.

"Okay" The man sitting on the main seat pressed his hands weakly, and the hall instantly fell silent, "Let them have a good rest, Elder Zhao Xi'er, their injuries will be handed over to you." With that, he disappeared into the hall.

Seeing him leave, the atmosphere gradually became active again, and the most active among them was Elder Qiulong, who kept muttering that Liu Huabiao, this kid, he was going to decide, everyone knew him like this, and they ignored him, and you and I discussed this year's freshmen word by word.

Elder Zhao Xi'er was a younger woman sitting next to the leader.

is not young and young, it is when the charm still exists.

This sentence perfectly describes the elder, the tight-fitting robe outlines the plump figure, a long black hair draped behind him, big eyes like two punctual springs, and the inadvertent glance makes everyone's hearts move.

However, she didn't seem to have any desire to talk to them, and walked straight out of the main hall, heading in the direction of the secret realm.

At this time, outside the secret realm, everyone looked nervously at the light gate of the secret realm, and now there are only two people left inside, who can win the first prize?

Just as everyone was anxiously waiting, the light door flashed, and a figure was thrown out, everyone hurriedly looked, only to see Zhang Lan crawl up with a gray face, brushed off the dust on her body, and ignored everyone's puzzled eyes, and walked to the side of the boulder and sat down cross-legged.

"What's the situation? Zhang Lan has come out, who is so powerful inside?" everyone muttered curiously, but saw the light door flash again, "Come out, go and see who it is." ”

Everyone hurriedly surrounded him, but saw Wang Zijie, who was only wrapped in a few fig leafs, was slowly sent out by the light gate, and everyone saw his embarrassment but no one laughed out loud, the strong will be respected by people no matter when.

When some girls saw Wang Zijie naked, they were too shy, and their mouths seemed to be babbling hooligans, perverts, and so on.

However, Wang Zijie didn't say anything at this time, and fell to the ground the moment he was sent out by Guangmen, Yu Zhekun and Liu Huabiao hurriedly surrounded him and helped him up, Yu Zhekun took out a blanket from his wind charm and covered his body.

When she saw him covered with a blanket, Xiaoxiao came over shyly, and at this time she covered the veil again, as if she didn't want everyone to see her face.

"Zijie, is he okay?"

"It should be fine, I think he's alive and well" Yu Zhekun was still joking at this time, but this joke was obviously not funny.

"Get out of the way, let me see. A very charming voice sounded, and Elder Zhao Xi'er came from the crowd, but the freshmen present didn't know that this was an elder, and some even whistled at Zhao Xi'er, thinking that this was their senior sister for a while.

These bold freshmen can scare the Wind Deacon who was standing on the side, and the "quiet" Wind Deacon said helplessly, if this person gets angry, it is estimated that none of the people present will feel better.

Deacon Feng's words were obviously still somewhat useful, and the freshmen on the field were a lot quieter, only some were still whispering about the "senior sister" who had just appeared.

Zhao Xi'er ignored these stunned youths, but came directly to Wang Zijie and others, their team can be said to be the worst team present, everyone hung colors, and there was even one who couldn't wake up.

Looking at the unconscious Wang Zijie, she stretched out her slender jade hand and gently tapped it on his eyebrows, and a rich breath of life bloomed from her fingertips, making the people present shocked.

The rich breath of life relieved the tiredness of everyone present, but soon they cast envious glances at Wang Zijie.

I saw that he was almost wrapped in green, and the large and small scars on his body were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xuan Yue in his arms was also blessed, and his injuries healed quickly, especially the broken rabbit leg, which soon had a tendency to recover.

Not long after, in the reluctance of everyone, Zhao Xi'er withdrew the finger on Wang Zijie's eyebrows, and then stuffed a pill into his mouth, Yingying got up and looked at Fu Xiaoxiao who was anxious on the side.

"You are very brave, I hope you don't meet a negative person like me" said and looked at Wang Zijie.

How could she not hear the meaning of the clever mind, her cheeks under the light veil were slightly red, like a touch of sunset on the horizon, but unfortunately no one could enjoy the beautiful picture.

"Thank you, I'm sure I won't," he said, and secretly glanced at Wang Zijie, who was still in a coma.

"Hope" Zhao Xi'er is obviously writing a novel, but it seems to be talking about herself.

After that, she got up and walked into the distance, and the sun dragged her figure so lonely.