At first, he was a monk of the Ethereal Sword Sect, and he accidentally saw a flash of light here. He and Zou Hao were inexorable, and he couldn't rest assured, even when he rushed back with the team.

Before the person arrived, he saw a corpse hanging on the branch from a distance, and it was Zou Hao!

Zou Hao's cultivation is profound and well-known. He was killed, and the wound was enormous. The shock caused by it can be imagined!

The five members of this squad almost simultaneously released the highest-level letter cannon.

"Enemy attack, critical!"

The other teams suddenly felt that something was wrong, and they gathered at the letter cannon.

But when they saw Zou Hao's body, they were all silent.

After a long time, one person said cautiously: "This valley is located under a thousand cliffs, inaccessible, it can't be a large spirit beast......

Someone provided a basis: "Ethereal Peak is full of spiritual energy, and it is the easiest to provoke spirit beasts to come!"

Someone else added fuel and vinegar: "That's not it, if it's a high-level spirit beast, one can beat the eight of us!"

Someone questioned: "If it is a spirit animal, why don't you see white bones at the bottom of the valley?"

......

Silence again.

Suddenly, someone asked, "What did you see from the death of Deacon Zou and the three of them?"

After a pause, he replied to himself: "The wound is smooth, simple and rough, and there are no unnecessary wounds, especially the huge wound on Deacon Zou's body, which is very similar to the ancient demon god battle axe...... I don't think it's a spirit animal, it's a ......."

Suddenly, an atmosphere of panic spread through the valley.

The man trembled and shouted, "Count the heads and see if everyone is back?"

Those who had good deeds immediately began to count, and sure enough, they found that there were not enough people, and there were fifteen less!

After repeated confirmations, the fifteen all went to the southeast.

After a long discussion, the monks decided to divide into ten groups of about fifty people each. One group went to pick up the fifteen people who had never returned, one group stayed put, and the remaining eight groups continued to search for Li Ji's whereabouts in eight directions.

At this moment, Li Ji was lying on a big tree with dense foliage, chewing Xue Yi's sandwich biscuits, and muttering: "Still girls can eat it, this biscuit is so delicious!"

When he fought with Zou Hao just now, he was attacked by a flying knife magic weapon, but he was not injured.

The reason was very simple, he had expected that Zou Hao would be dying and struggling, so he packed a bag of spars in advance and hung them in front of him.

When the hedron is hit violently, it will explode slightly, discharging the power of the attack.

Use it for protection, which is similar to the principle of reactive armor of a tank.

Of course, there were more than 500 pieces of spars in that bag, and it was really a bit of a loser. Even if the Ethereal Sword Sect Sect Leader Yu Jin is not necessarily reluctant.

But Li Ji won't. He had just scavenged tens of thousands of pieces in the Spirit Milk Cave.

In his words, this is called taking what is done in the right way and using it in a proper way.

Of course, it can also be said that the nouveau riche does not feel distressed to spend money.

The fifteen people who never returned to the team were naturally killed by him. The corpse hung on this big tree.

Before assassinating Zou Hao, Li Ji discovered an interesting imagination, and the monks who finally disappeared from his divine thoughts were all heading to the southeast.

At that time, he came up with a judgment that the road in the southeast direction was obstructed and rugged.

Such terrain is conducive to ambushes and assassinations!

So when he attacked and killed Zou Hao, he rushed to the southeast as soon as possible, set up an ambush on the road he had to pass, and after letting go of the first few squads to return, he successively stopped the three squads that fell behind, and wiped them out one after another.

Now that Li Ji's cultivation has reached the Great Perfection of the Foundation Building Period, he has surpassed most of the Ethereal Sword Sect cultivators, and with the blessing of supreme weapons such as the Huaxia Blade, the sneak attack has turned into a massacre.

......

Suddenly, there was a fluctuation in his thoughts. Li Ji raised his eyebrows: Here we go again!

This time, the fifty people who were heading to the southeast lined up in a long line, and although the number was large, they always maintained a battle formation.

A large tree in front of him was constantly dripping with red viscous liquid, and the bloody atmosphere was filled, which was very strange.

The leader of the team beckoned, and fifty people stopped in unison, all on alert.

Suddenly, a large row of black shadows fell straight from the canopy of the tree, and then they all hung up again, and it was the fifteen people who were missing!

The leader stared at the canopy and shouted in a deep voice: "Attack ready!"

After a while, a bright light came from the tree, which was dazzling even in the daytime.

The leader immediately shouted: "That's Li Ji, attack!"

Fifty pairs of hands, blasting countless hidden weapons and small magic weapons into the big tree.

Fifty people stretched out their silver wings, leaped up, and swooped straight over.

At this moment, a brilliant sword light suddenly lit up without warning, enveloping endless killing opportunities, with an incomparable edge, and launched a surprise attack from the side of the team. In just one way, more than 20 people were killed by swords.

How could there be two Li Ji?

These people were still in a daze, and the sword light suddenly turned around, turned over and came back to continue to harvest human lives.

The leader of the team was a first-order monk of the Ming Jiedan, and when he finally reacted, the sword light had already arrived, so he had to hurriedly raise his sword to block.

But how can an ordinary sword blade block the sharpness of the Huaxia Blade?

The leader of the team was cut into two pieces with swords.

"That's the light of a flashlight, fool!"

Li Ji's arm shook, and the Huaxia blade let out a sword sound, steaming the blood on the blade.

He looked at the fifty corpses neatly arranged on the ground with disdain, and said coldly: "Your Mu Shouzao is right, how can the strong man who is piled up with resources be compared to our mixed rivers and lakes?"

He took the letter cannon out of the men's storage bag and released it into the air.

It is still the highest level of warning: enemy attack, critical!

"You like to play exciting? Okay, let's move on!"

With that, he turned around and disappeared at the end of the road.