The desolate expressions of the two Ten Thousand Year Venerable Realm were solemn, and they looked nervously at the north wind.

This is a formidable enemy, and as soon as it comes into contact, one of its own side loses one.

Although I don't know why this person only has a thousand-year king in the realm, the terrifying strength really makes these two desolates dare not treat Beifeng as a thousand-year king.

It was when he stared at the north wind so solemnly that he saw the abnormal change in the center of the other party's eyebrows.

The two heads looked solemn, glanced at each other, and pounced towards the north wind!

Although he didn't know what Beifeng was doing, he was a little uneasy and didn't want to give Beifeng a chance to continue to perform.

"Poof!"

Two sounds of landing sounded in a row, and a sword like a shark's tooth was held in the hand of the north wind.

"Tick tock!"

Drops of blood ran down the tip of the sword and fell below the stone.

The two barren bodies were directly split in two and fell to the ground.

Shaking his head, he dropped his sword directly towards the three-headed thousand-year-old king realm demon beast that had escaped in the distance.

Suddenly, a large number of trees fell directly in pieces, and three unfathomable sword marks appeared on the ground.

The sword marks spread from the feet of the north wind to the distance hundreds of meters away, and everywhere it passed, everything was slashed!

"It's still as simple as this, while the rest of the famine hasn't reacted yet, hunt the rest of the team as soon as possible. ”

Harvesting his spoils, the north wind muttered to himself.

As soon as Beifeng's mind moved, the shark-toothed sword in his hand disappeared, and his body disappeared like a ghost.

It was the north wind that directly used the little fox's magical powers, causing the two desolate to fall into a short period of confusion.

For the strong, life and death can be separated in an instant.

The north wind is not unbearable, the weak eat the strong.

If his skills are not as good as others and he dies here, Beifeng will not complain.

What's more, whether it is this world or China, there is an ancient saying, if it is not my race, its heart will be different!

In the next hour, the north wind caught up with the two teams again, and ended the battle equally cleanly.

"I've already hunted nine desolations of the 10,000-year-honored realm, and only one is missing to be able to reach the standard, but this standard is not safe for me, I think the rest of the people are also thinking about killing as many desolations of the 10,000-year-old realm as possible. ”

Beifeng looked at the more than two hundred points in his identity token and shook his head.

The absurd thing is that only the martial artists ranked within 1,000 are left in the assessment.

But there is a prerequisite for this, that is, to kill the desolation of the ten Ten Thousand Year Venerable Realm!

In other words, if someone ranks in the top 1,000, but does not kill a sufficient number of wilderness, then they will not pass this assessment!

This forces everyone to ensure that at least ten heads are killed!

Not all of them have the power of the North Wind and the Immortal King.

But once those low-ranking Tianjiao unite, the number of kills may not be small.

Everyone doesn't know how many heads the other has hunted, so everyone can only do their best and not fall behind.

"What I want is not just to pass this assessment, but to be ranked first!"

The north wind is full of self-confidence, although the wood is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it.

But so what? With the Ancient Heavenly Sect as his backer, what should he fear?

Through this assessment, it is inevitable to see that the Eternal Heavenly Sect is forcing everyone to show their true strength.

For the Eternal Heavenly Sect, Tianjiao is nothing, who in the Eternal Heavenly Sect is not a brilliant person?

Even if the terrifying talent and combat power are revealed, no one in the Eternal Heavenly Sect will suppress them.

Because all fights between disciples are forbidden in the Ancient Heavenly Sect, violators will definitely die.

This is because the martial artists who can enter the Eternal Heavenly Sect are all true Heavenly Prides, and their number is scarce.

Originally, the number of people in the Eternal Heavenly Sect was very small, if he didn't die in the outside world, but died in the hands of his own people, it would really be a joke.

It is the north wind that does not need to have any concealment, on the contrary, the more it shows its true strength, the more it will be valued by the Eternal Heavenly Sect.

If you don't have the courage to face all enemies, how dare you call it eternal?

Not to mention that eternity is like a long night, only I am in the sky.

The Ancient Heavenly Sect is taking an invincible path!

In the same realm, there is no fear of all opponents!

This is the confidence of the Eternal Heavenly Sect!

Only with such a concept could such a concept be born and become one of the thirteen top sects with only the power of hundreds of core members!

The north wind departed quickly, and for itself, the hunt had just begun.

Half an hour later, the north wind found a team of desolate people again.

There were nine people in this team, and it was the team that Beifeng had seen the most.

The strength of these nine people is also the strongest team in the entire team, and everyone's cultivation is in the realm of Ten Thousand Years Venerable.

Among them, the strongest cultivator has even reached the sixth layer of the Ten Thousand Years Venerable!

Such a strong man, the North Wind, can only be killed by using all his strength.

"This is a good opportunity, under normal circumstances, I don't want to provoke such a team composed of Wannian Venerable, once I am entangled by the desolation of the sixth layer of this Wannian Venerable, plus the desolation of the other eight Wannian Venerable realms to deal with it, I am afraid that even if I can win, I will pay a lot of price. ”

Beifeng was moved, if it was ordinary, he would not provoke these famines, but now it is different.

These wastes were obviously injured a lot, and I don't know what happened, and many of them were covered with bloody wounds that were deep in the bones.

Even the aura on the body of the strongest Ten Thousand Years Venerable sixth-layer desolate body is also sluggish, and I am afraid that the strength of one body will be exerted by five or six percent at most.

Such a battered team can be eaten by itself without any damage!

The north wind has moved!

This movement, like Tianpeng's vertical and horizontal, flies across the sky!

In an instant, he appeared in front of the strongest one!

A pair of black wings spread out behind the north wind, with streamers, and they looked very strange.

The shark-toothed sword clanged, as if it was about to drink blood in excitement!

"Against the waves!"

"Boom!"

Beifeng raised his hand, as if after millions of practices, just a starting gesture made people feel that it was not a martial art, but an art!

The Art of Killing!

An ocean appeared silently, and all around it was surrounded by this sudden ocean!

Above the ocean, the storm is raging, and the huge waves are like towering giant mountains, smashing down with the power of the sky!

Just as the waves were about to fall, an invisible ripple appeared!

This ripple does not have the slightest momentum, just like the space on the road surface that is scorched by the heat on a hot summer day.

But it was such a ripple, when the huge wave on the opposite side was like the sky, it broke the huge wave in an instant, and directly made the huge wave of Nuoda split in two and completely collapsed!

And these are actually the artistic conception of the trick against the waves, in the eyes of the desolate people, they are turning into the giant waves that are about to be cut open!

Before the blade touched the body, his body was already faintly showing signs of being torn apart!

"Finally found you!"

A hoarse voice like a burning throat came from the mouth of the desolate tribe of the sixth layer of the Ten Thousand Years Venerable.