Jingyang's expression was solemn, and his nerves were tense, like Hu Yubai's tense bowstring yesterday. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the depths of this gloomy forest, it is already covered with smoke and rain, and it is blocked by these crooked trees, there is hardly much light to speak of, and walking through it, even if there is no fragrant fruit to protect it, but still have to bear a lot of pressure.

For the rest of the teenagers, a large part of this pressure comes from doubting whether this unfragrant fruit is so magical and able to isolate the breath, if it is not as magical as it is said, I am afraid that it will be myself who will suffer in the end.

Although the point of "just being eliminated, not really dying" can bring some comfort, but the feeling of danger and mystery is indeed too provocative.

They had been walking for half a day, and the sky and the earth were still gray, but the real time was close to noon.

Several people huddled tightly, mainly because they were worried that the scope of the unfragrant fruit was not so wide, so that the heat caused by the human body temperature made everyone's necks beads of sweat.

Hu Yubai walked to Jingyang's side and gestured to him a few times, probably meaning whether he wanted to continue to move forward.

Asking him is not to recognize him as a temporary leader, the plan is Jingyang's plan, so it is always carried out according to his opinion.

They feel incumbent on the killing of the black-armored boy in their hearts, and now it is the time when the war will start at any time, and the internal peace and stability does not mean that they are not aware of the importance of the country.

At this time, they came to a ravine between two mountain slopes, like a small valley, Jingyang looked around the terrain and shook his head at Hu Yubai.

Hu Yubai nodded knowingly, stretched out his hand, and motioned for everyone to stop advancing.

All the test takers stopped and sat down on the wet and muddy grass despite the dirt, no one knew what the king of demon beasts was, and they didn't know how far away it was, so even if they relaxed, they didn't dare to take a big breath.

Jingyang leaned against the trunk of a tree, the lush foliage obscuring most of the rain, he felt the map out and began to replenish it again.

A few raindrops sifted through the leaves and smashed onto the map, leaving a few clumps of water in their wake.

Jingyang measured the distance with his fingers, and roughly calculated, they were still about sixty or seventy miles away from the center of the Hangu Forest, and only about twenty miles away from the most upright and abrupt tree.

Jingyang then shifted his gaze to a small dot on the map.

The black charcoal wrapped in strips of cloth was replenished a little further, connecting several small dots into a line, and it was a trajectory of action.

This dot has not appeared on the map before, but has only started to appear on the map in recent days.

Carefully observing the movement trajectory of the black spot, it coincides with Jingyang's own movement trajectory, in fact, he is calculating the approximate time of the arrival of the black-armored boy.

After they began to really enter this forest to the depths that were obviously different from before, their speed has been slowing down, just because they are worried about causing the discovery of the king of the Han Valley Forest Demon Beasts, the unfragrant fruit is to isolate the breath, but it will not isolate the sound, nor will it isolate the movement, which is why they don't speak.

The time distance between Jingyang and the black-armored boy was about six hours, and that was when the two of them were at the same speed.

Jingyang looked at the sky and exhaled, thinking, "Almost." ”

Taking the map back to the package, Jingyang took out Lin Hong's sword and carefully wiped it.

Jingyang's actions made several test students also dignified, and they wiped their weapons one after another, striving to be sharper, and their combat effectiveness in the back could have more opportunities.

In the morning on the ridge, the white-clothed young man who asked Jingyang questions was covered with rain and cement water, his face was pale, and the hand holding the knife trembled incessantly.

This was somewhat abrupt in the crowd.

Lou Tanxiu noticed his reaction, his expression softened, walked towards him, patted him on the shoulder, and then used his sword to write on the ground.

The handwriting is flying, and it looks more than domineering on the damp mud floor.

"No fear of being a handsome, fear of death is not cowardice, if you retreat, no one will resent, if you stay, you must be grateful. ”

"It's not terrible to be afraid, it's terrible to be afraid if you don't dare to face it. ”

The young man in white looked at the words he wrote, clenched his fists fiercely, his fingertips pressed against the flesh, and there was a heart-piercing pain, and finally bit his lip and nodded firmly at Lou Tanxiu.

Lou Tanxiu smiled and returned to his original position and sat down.

Now all they need to do is wait.

……

There was no blood on the tip of the black-armored boy's spear, and it was extremely shiny from the rain.

Just half a day ago, the tip of his spear was covered with blood, and it was as red as fire.

He was truly invincible in this Han Valley Forest, and even many demon beasts that infested him were defeated by his spear.

In terms of the implementation of this plan, it has undoubtedly been extremely successful. I don't know where this plan came from and who set it up, but it's like expecting that the Supervision Division will intervene in the big test, indirectly providing the teenager with a forbidden closed loop, and it is expected that the Nine Swords Gate will not interfere in the big test, as if it is an unpredictable prophet, everything is going on in an orderly manner.

Liu Xing, Huo Hualan, the sons of the powerful in Zhongzhou, the two most noble identities in the Jiujianmen enrollment test, and the two young Yunyuan Realm, who were extremely optimistic about the martial arts test, all died under his gun.

At the age of seventeen, he made countless military exploits, and was born and died in the army north of the town, and Kuaping, who was known as the invincible among the test students, also died under his gun.

There were also a few whose names he couldn't name.

In the list provided by the Supervision Department, the most important ones have all fallen, and the last one is only Jingyang.

As long as Jingyang is killed again, he will have no regrets about this trip, and life and death will no longer matter.

To a large extent, Jingyang cannot be compared with Liu Xing and them, whether it is fame or strength, but the Supervision Department deliberately placed his name in the position of asking for elimination, which is enough to prove that in addition to the presumptuous provocation, there are other things that threaten them, and this reason is enough for the black-armored boy to spend his last time on Jingyang.

Of course, the identity of that fresh and lovely girl must be extraordinary, and if she can be killed, it is also a great thing, but along the way, he has discovered the disappearance of her whereabouts, and can escape his tracking, only to abstain or be eliminated, thinking that he can't kill her, although it is a little regrettable, but it is harmless.

At this point, he was standing on the ridge of a hill with leaves left on the ground.

His gaze was on the very different forest below him.

If the Hangu Forest was divided into two layers, inside and outside, based on the location he was in at this time, then the dangerous aura and terrifying aura of the forest in this layer were several times more terrifying than the outer layer.

These Heavenly Demon Beasts are acting frantically, and he has beheaded countless people along the way, but none of those can compare to the threat that the forest here intuitively conveys to him.

The black-armored young man glanced at the black soft armor that was already scarred on his body, and he suddenly hesitated, who had never hesitated at all.

"Keep walking. ”

A voice sounded in my head.

The voice was hoarse and vicissitudes, and the voice seemed to come from purgatory.

The voice did not come from his heart, nor was it his voice, but from somewhere else, as if someone was in his ears, giving instructions.

Such instructions have been in his ears since the beginning of the martial arts test.

The black-armored young man was tall and proud, never letting go of the slightest posture, and bowed slightly at this time, extremely humble.

"Yes, National Teacher. ”

After speaking, he walked inside, spear in hand, and prepared for the upcoming closing battle of the martial arts test.

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