The blood flowers drifted away, and a pair of infinite affectionate eyes looked at it from afar. The slender and weak fingers opened slightly, as if to grasp the fading vitality, but fell into a weak sleep in the sea of blood covered with roses.

Lang Yu closed his eyes, and the shadow of Qingyu couldn't help but appear in front of him, because he used the knife that had gone to the left again. Qingyu is gone, completely gone, is this revenge? He couldn't tell, in short, as soon as he saw Zuo Hongming's name, he slammed into the top door.

Hong Taiji reacted the fastest, and one floated against Zuo Hongming's heart, and stopped with two clicks of "bang". Because he saw that most of Zuo Hongming's right side had blood lines on his neck.

"Poof," two blood arrows sprayed Hong Taiji's body, "Woo, woo...... Poof!" Zuo Hongming covered his neck with one hand, clasped Hong Taiji's arm with the other, and stared at Lang Yu on his back with tearing eyes, "I didn't want to kill you, you, why did you kill me." But this idea can only be held in his heart, and no one can understand the sound of "woo woo lur".

With a mistake in both feet, he finally slipped and fell.

"Gu Yu!" Hong Taiji was furious.

"What! dead! Not ......!"

"Really picked eight floors!"

"That's the devil!"

There was an uproar in the audience.

Zuo Hongming is dead. The eighth-layer cultivator is by no means the only one who has this ability, it is the existence of a second-order warrior, and he also has immortal arts. Urging the sword to cut Lang Yu, maybe it's a matter of minutes, but the bad thing is that it can be injured and not killed, so it has been around for so long.

This challenge is indeed frustrating, how can there be such a close fight between cultivators. Even on this small stone platform, it is a long-range fighting method, and only the sword is opposed. Who knew that as soon as Lang Yu came, the rules changed.

But there is no way, Lang Yu has never asked for this, in the final analysis, isn't it that they themselves despise Lang Yu too much, thinking that they can easily play with you if they play with you casually. As a result, he played with his own life.

It has to be said that there are not a few people who were inspired by this war. "So the battle can still be fought like this?"

As for whether others will die faster if they use this method, Langyu can't explain them one by one. Slowly turned around and glanced at Hong Taiji. That means, "Did I have a foul? Did he admit defeat? Kill you an immortal, you are distressed, you want my treasure not to pay a price, my heart is not balanced, maybe when the poor dagger appears, he will kill people and seize the treasure, who do I talk to?"

With a "ding", another spirit entered the account. Lang Yu walked over and took off Zuo Hongming's ring.

Hong Taiji's gaze kept staring at Lang Yu's head. That kind of conspiracy succeeded, and the villain's expression of triumph made his teeth sore.

He naturally saw it more clearly, that Zuo Hongming really wanted to let go and kill, and this kid was also dead in eight years, so he was angry, he hated, and he was a pity. The eighth-layer disciple is not a cabbage, if Lang Yu is of this grade, he will not frown when he dies, and he will be a pile when he reaches the mortal realm.

Lang Yu turned around, picked up the knife that Zuo Hongming dropped again expressionlessly, and looked at it carefully, this guy almost chased himself to the sky.

"Gu Yu, I want to fight you in a decisive battle!"

A shout rang out behind him. It was the eighth-layer Qi Refining Cultivator who came with Zuo Hongming on the edge of the stone platform, and he took the first two steps and shouted.

Lang Yu turned around with his sword. "Hehe, I won't fight you, I never even thought of challenging you, it's you who challenge me again and again. Right?!"

He stretched out his hand into his arms, and then pulled it out, the knife was gone, and a pill appeared in his hand, and he threw it in with a mouth.

"The second-order god refining cave is my master's, and it is also agreed by the Qi cave master, if you want to fight, you will naturally have to pay a price. Am I wrong?"

"Oh, I see. "Regarding the dispute between the caves, the disciples of the outer caves don't know much, so many people suddenly realized. Then someone asked who his master was. Then there was a sigh.

Hong Taiji's face softened slightly, and the gray-clothed disciple was speechless.

"If you want to continue with the challenge, you can take a quarter of an hour off. Hong Taiji asked with a gloomy face. In front of the many disciples of the various caves, Hong Taiji couldn't act too well to take advantage of others.

Lang Yu clenched his fists and sat down. For a quarter of an hour, nothing should be done, only to breathe for a while, what Lang Yu wants to show is an attitude.

"Sizzle...... someone soured his teeth, "I dare to compare, how much confidence this kid has." ”

The audience is not all small shrimp on the fourth or fifth floor, as long as you enter more than seven floors, which one of them is like a mirror in their eyes, it is too lucky for Langyu to win this battle, and it can also be said that Zuo Hongming is sending himself to death. If the eighth floor is full of his combat power, it is better to find someone to kill himself, and some people are even gearing up to come up and compare in person. For a while, there was any movement in the audience. Waste, shame, waste, and even worse things have come out.

The gray-clothed disciple on the stage was even more angry. glared at the audience, but did not reply, "What the hell do you know?" If he hadn't been able to kill, this kid would have become a pulp of flesh a long time ago, and he would still be able to get caught here. ”

Qi Cave Lord's strict order, except for a few people who participated in the challenge, no one could know.

Cao Yanfei came, and Du Wensong also came. An eighth-layer disciple was planted under Lang Yu's hands, making the two of them fall out of the ground and couldn't pick them up. It's shocking.

The gray-clothed disciple on the stage immediately followed his gaze. Du Wensong pretended not to see it, and only stared at Lang Yu on the stage. Cao Yanfei nodded fiercely.

Move on to the second challenge.

Hong Taiji watched his disciple drag Zuo Hongming away, and the corners of his mouth trembled. No one would have thought that it was just a small battle for the cave mansion that so many people died, and all the places for a year were thrown in, and there was an eighth-layer disciple.

Hong Taiji only said two words and retreated. "Let's go!"

"Shoot, or you won't stand a chance. The gray-clothed disciple didn't move, and sent Lang Yu a sentence from afar.

"Sign up. ”

Hey, interesting, here it is again, is this your lucky word? Just rush to you, I won't be surnamed Yu if I don't squeeze out your pee. There is no need to repeat what is said next.

The gray-clothed disciple was quite crisp. With a shake of his hand, he pulled out the ring and threw it to Lang Yu without hesitation.

"Yu Jinguo. If you kill me, the ring will be yours. ”

There was a distinct smell of gunpowder. Of course, Langyu also heard it, but he didn't care, he casually flipped the ring and put it away. Someone secretly gave a thumbs up, "Okay, just this spirit is enough to learn for a few years." "Those who cultivate the Tao are afraid of the head and tail, and it is difficult to become a great tool. Look at those who are sitting high on the Purple Night Peak, which one of them did not crawl out of the pile of blood.

Yu Jinguo is really speechless, anyone dares to accept anything. "Pong" pulled out a rattan. Or that should be called a whip. But no matter how you look at it, it looks like a woody root.

Soft weapons, not fun, not easy to mess with.

Lang Yu moved, there was nothing to hide, as soon as the seven-star footwork came out, the person disappeared immediately, if you want to smoke me, you still have to find it.

Yu Jinguo's whip is really not called a whip, it is called "Thousand-handed Phantom Demon Vine." There are also those called "Forbidden Immortals". Listen to the name, you will know what it means, although there is almost no attack power, but there are not a few people in the same rank who suffer under him. It's only a half-spirit artifact. The real forbidden immortal rope, once it is tied, it is equivalent to a mortal, and the slightest bit of Xuan Qi in the dantian cannot be raised, and the rest is to be slaughtered.

This thousand-handed phantom demon vine can't reach that level, at best, it just makes the operation of Xuan Qi slow, but it focuses on a phantom word.

Yu Jinguo can't see Lang Yu clearly, this kid is weird. But he didn't dodge, the magic vines in his hands shook, and instantly became dozens, similar to Dongfang Yue's phantom knife, all of them were real objects, and the magic vines were only one meter long when they were in their hands, and they were terrible to destroy, and dozens of entwined long snakes were enough to cover the stone platform.

In this way, it seems that it is invincible, but in fact, there is no invincible weapon in the world, and no matter how good the weapon is, it depends on the person who uses it. If this kind of magic rope is really entangled, then you are indeed unlucky, but who will wait for you to entangle, just like Zuo Hongming, who just died, as long as he sacrificed a knife array, he would cut it to pieces. In the end, it is the strength of the Xuan Qi and the level of cultivation.

These are all behind the scenes, and Langyu, who is flying away all over the field, absolutely does not know now.

The shapeshifting shadow is indeed weird, but Lang Yu can't launch it indefinitely, for the eighth-layer qi refining, if it is not cold, it is difficult to see the work, if it wasn't for the lancet in front of him just now, Zuo Hongming would have dodged it, and he would be injured at most. So Langyu uses psychedelic footwork, and it wants to find a good opportunity.

The vine shadow is similar to the knife shadow, there is always a gap to drill when the field is full of dances, and there is a chance to drill when there is space, Langyu is very confident. Even if the whip is drawn, it will always be better than the knife cut, and with this physique, it should be inappropriate to whip a whip. As long as you are within three meters, as soon as the gold beads come out, this pot is enough for you to drink. But if it's too far, there is no guarantee, but he still remembers that his golden bead was turned into a Huang family ancestor, and it is not omnipotent.

"Whoosh" As he spoke, he had already gone out for more than 20 steps, and finally got a little closer, but when he took another step, he felt that the root of his thigh was swept by something. A vine shadow didn't let it pass, and Lang Yu jumped again and took it away.

"Huh?" said in his heart, and a shapeshifter vanished in place.

When "puff puff" appeared again, Lang Yu was stupid at that time, more than a dozen whip shadows, as if waiting for him to come out, immediately wrapped up, and wrapped around his body. Even if Langyu jumped, he just pulled out a hand outside. Tied up layer by layer.

"Haha, boy, come here. Yu Jinguo smiled, and as soon as the "Thousand Hands Phantom Demon Vine" in his hand was collected, what else are you running, come with me.