In the mountains and forests, the trees are dense, and the rotten leaves on the ground have been collected for many years, layer after layer, and the feet are very soft and relaxed to step on it, which makes people feel very comfortable. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A young man walked very comfortably on the rotten leaves, very satisfied with the soft touch, and also satisfied with the fact that some of the rotten leaves greatly lightened his footsteps, his hand on his waist, because he had a sword tied to his waist, so as to ensure that he could make a sword in the shortest possible time, and he was even more satisfied when he saw these movements, which was perfect.

He continued to walk forward merrily, his steps becoming more and more relaxed, he knew that the man was nearby, and he was seriously injured, and if he met him, he could kill him at the first time, and prevent him from escaping, and he was extremely happy to think of this.

One of his feet stepped on the thick rotting leaf again, and then sank. But he didn't care, he had encountered this situation many times after walking here for so long, because the ground was uneven, stepping on rotten leaves, and this situation would occur many times.

The soles of his feet continued to sink, and he thought to himself, this little pit here was quite deep, and he didn't care.

Then his body began to lean forward, and for a moment he finally realized that he was about to fall, and his heart was full of alarm.

But although this world is a little different from the outside world, many of the rules are still the same, such as balance, such as gravity.

And rules are the highest laws of the world, and they are also unshakable principles.

The young man had no choice but to fall, face down, looking ridiculous and funny, and he was about to fall into the mud with a dog.

"Poof".

It sounded like something had been punctured by something sharp.

It was like the sound of a cowhide wine bag filled with liquor being pierced by a scimitar on the back of a barbarian horse on the steppe.

But it's more like the sound of a sword piercing into flesh, yes, that's the sound.

The young man's eyes were filled with gloomy despair and incredulity, and a long sword pierced through his abdomen, and then pierced through, coming out from behind, the hilt of the sword pressed tightly against his abdomen, full of power.

The young man finally looked at the hand holding the hilt of the sword, which was very white and slender, and there was an indescribable sense of indescribable fit in holding the sword, as if this hand was born to hold the sword.

The young man followed his arm and finally saw the owner of the hand.

The man looked younger, like a teenager, his face was very pale, and there was an indescribable tiredness between his eyebrows, but the coldness and indifference in his eyes were exceptionally bright.

The young man looked at the man and suddenly thought of the face of the demon that his companion had described to him, he saw this young face, his eyes became extremely frightened, it turned out that this was the demon, it turned out that he had killed so many people and not died, it turned out that strength could not be realized just by fantasy.

The young man wanted to say something, but his throat was choked with blood, and he tried to pull out the sword in his body, but he had already lost his strength, and he struggled slightly to stop moving, and then died of exhaustion.

The boy drew his sword from the young man's body, carefully wiping the blood away to make sure it didn't rust and interfere with the rest of the battle.

He threw the body in the pit he had previously placed in it, then covered it with rotting leaves, ready to leave.

There was too much smell of blood left here, and it was easy to spot, so it was not good for him to defend here, not to mention, he had been fighting for a long time, and he urgently needed to rest now.

He walked through the jungle, leaving no trace, and then he found a small river, the water was very clear, and the dense aquatic plants on the banks of the river grew freely, and he did not know how many fish were hidden in those aquatic plants.

He was about to drink water, but his expression changed slightly, and he lowered his movements very gently to make sure that there would not be a sound.

A young man came out of the jungle, and the moment he found the river, his eyes suddenly brightened, he came to the river, picked up the clear water, took a sip of it, and then he picked up another handful and sunburned it on his face, and the cool feeling made him very comfortable.

Water dripped on his eyelashes, and in his eyes, his vision was a little blurry, and faintly, he seemed to see a hand.

The hand reached out of the water, and without making a splash or sound, it landed on the young man's neck with great speed.

Before the young man could struggle, he was dragged into the water, and before he could even make a sound, his neck was broken.

A head poked out of the water, his cheeks were extremely pale, and his brow was even more tired, and he dragged the silent corpse into the depths of the aquatic weeds.

These days, he had to watch out for these young cultivators all the time, whether it was eating or drinking, even he didn't have time to sleep, he was already very tired, and he didn't know how long he would be able to last.

While he kept fighting, he couldn't help but think of the lovely, majestic and powerful girl, then of another blind but gentle and beautiful girl, and then he thought of the guy who was very similar to him in some way but liked to use knives, and he didn't know what happened to him, if he was with him, he wouldn't be so worried even in the face of so many enemies.

The night was silent, and there were some sparse stars hanging in the sky, not bright, but a little dim.

A crescent moon rises, and the white moonlight sprinkles on the ground, as if covered with a thin white veil, which is very dreamy and beautiful.

Ziran looked at the moon and stars in the sky to make sure that he was not in the wrong direction, and then lowered his head and tightened the torn clothes on his body to resist the chill of the night at this time.

Today he crossed a river, the river was very cold, and until now, his clothes had not dried out, but Ziran didn't care too much, what really cared about him was actually the river.

If it's just a river, it's not a big deal, but now he is not in the outside world, but in this small world.

In the big world, there is a famous river called the Khan River, the Khan River starts at the foot of the cold mountain in front of the Arctic glacier, bypasses the Buye Mountain in the northwest, flows through the loess sand slope in the northwest, passes through the hills behind the wilderness in the Western Regions, moistens the land, and finally returns to the South China Sea.

After staying in this world for so many days, Ziran was already very sure of his location, that is, to the west of the small world, that cold and barren region, and further on, there was an endless desert.

He turned back and walked southeast for several days before he found a river.

Is the location of this river strikingly similar to that of the Khan River in the world outside, is it a coincidence or some kind of indication? Ziran didn't know, so he continued to walk, just to find answers.

It's just that why is there some uneasiness between his eyebrows? Why is there always an unspeakable warning sign in my heart?

He was thinking about something, and he wanted to get out of here more quickly.

He crossed the river and continued to walk for many days, perhaps because of bad luck, his path always deviated from the gathering place of those young cultivators, for so many days, he had not met a single person, if it weren't for the fact that he had found many traces of human existence, he even wondered if he was the only one who had entered this small world.

The reason why the small world is called the small world is because this world is indeed small compared to the big world outside, but even the small world is not within the reach of manpower, but in short, here, if you want to travel around the world, it is not as far away as imagined.

……

The spring rain stopped in a hurry, the summer sun did not scorch for a few days, autumn was a little desolate, and winter came.

The most basic and unshakable cycle of reincarnation in nature has been drawn in a circle.

If it was in the real world, if you wanted to go from the Western Regions to the Middle Earth, it would take at least a few years or even more than ten years to walk by foot strength alone, but here, Ziran only took less than half a year.

This is the time rule of this world, and the cycle of the four seasons is somewhat ethereal and even illusory, but it is real.

The real half a year quietly flowed away, Zi Ran became more and more anxious, and even irritable, because he still hadn't found a way to leave this world, after a long period of anxiety, Zi Ran calmed down, he was still walking, although he also knew that it might not be useful, but, it's better than nothing, right?

Mo Han is still on the original mountain, but there is an extra wooden house on the cliff compared to the original.

From the original extremely confident to be able to leave this world, now there seems to be a trace of depth and doubt between his eyebrows, but as the fourth true genius on the list, of course he will not choose to give up.

A village was gradually built not far from the bottom of the mountain, and after experiencing disappointment and despair, these young practitioners no longer even had illusions about leaving this world, and after half a year of struggle, these people chose to live peacefully in this world, only occasionally thinking of their parents who had the greatest expectations for themselves in the outside world, what kind of emotions did they have in their hearts?

But fortunately, there are countless resources in this unexplored world, and although it feels like a disabled rich man guarding an isolated island, it can always give people some spiritual comfort.

Except for the first month or two, Ziran did not meet anyone else, and shortly after crossing the Khan River, he finally encountered a makeshift tribe.

The most scarce thing in this world is the lack of information, so for this convenience, everyone is doing their best to try to let as many people know as much as possible.

Of course, in this dark world, this is not the so-called selfless dedication, the main reason for letting the news know more people know is to face the enemy or problem that they cannot face alone.

In this era of the most scarce information, everyone knew the common news.

Ziran also knew some news.

In addition to the news that has no effect on the cognition of this world, there are also some news that there are certain medicinal herbs in a certain mountain, there are some big demons, etc., but Zi Ran doesn't care too much about these news, because he heard a news that is more important to him, and his brows are tightly locked when he listens to it.

There is a demon mixed in this small world, and that demon is very strong, and many people are chasing him.

Ziran knew who the demon was, because they had entered this world together.

So Ziran came to Middle-earth.

In this real half a year, Ran Chuan was hunted down from the hills in the east to Middle-earth, his injuries and vomited blood are unimaginable to ordinary people, but he still didn't die, but how long can he last in such a situation?

In the early days, the young cultivators who were chasing and killing Ran Chuan were killed by Ran Chuan in various ways, but as time passed, these young cultivators learned the way this powerful demon fought, so they no longer traveled alone, and became extremely cautious, and it was difficult for Ran Chuan to kill these enemies again.

This is like a life-and-death chase, more like a boiling eagle on the grassland, but I don't know who lives and who dies in the end, and who is the boiled eagle?

Ziran looked at the people in the mountain road in front of him from the cliff, and his palm slightly patted the scabbard on his waist to calm his mood.

The winter in Middle-earth was very cold, and there were snowflakes in the sky, Ziran looked at the green pine on the cliff wall in front of him, and continued to wait.

The snow is heavy and the green pines are covered with a layer of snow, so they no longer exude greenery, but the snow-white green pines are even more beautiful.

Ziran's clothes were still very thin, and the snow fell on his hair, but he didn't feel the cold, not only because his realm was good, but also because he had taken the Golden Crow Blood, and the Golden Crow Blood was used to recast the Dantian Qi Sea and temper his body, and the arrogant and powerful Golden Crow power also remained in his body.

With the arrogant and invincible strength of the Golden Crow, how could he be afraid of this chill.

He slapped the scabbard not only to calm himself, but also to calculate where Ran Chuan would be by the places he had walked here these days, and he looked at the group that was about to disappear into the wind and snow, and his expression was calm.

Then he also left the cliffside, and the snow was almost covering his footprints, leaving no trace.

In the past six months, except for the initial period of time, Ziran's realm has been improved from the initial realm of returning to the sea to the middle realm of returning to the sea, and his realm has not improved at all, which does not mean that his talent is extremely poor or extremely lazy, on the contrary, he has never been able to practice After experiencing Lin Xie's fist and the pouring of golden black blood, the seven veins of the Qi Sea are all connected, and his cultivation can be said to be soaring, after experiencing these, he is extremely diligent in his cultivation and never lazy.

The main reason why his realm has not improved is because of the rules of this world.

Not long after he entered this world, he inexplicably improved the realm without any warning, that is because the concept of the cultivation realm in this world is too vague, the line is not clear, the realm is of course easy to improve, but on the contrary, the realm has become no longer so stable, and as time goes by, those lines representing the realm have become more and more blurred, and I don't even know where those lines are, so how can I cross over?

Of course, this is not an experience for Zi Ran alone, but for all the young cultivators in this small world.

The snowflakes are like swan feathers, the more densely collected, the whole sky is white, the visual distance is suppressed to the limit, in the wind and snow, even the sound is almost completely blocked, such an environment, extremely harsh, ordinary people are afraid that it is difficult to survive, but for some people, it is not the case.

In the snowstorm, there were several people walking, they looked a little scattered and scattered, but in fact, they walked like this with a deep meaning, there seemed to be a trace of succession formation in the mess, no matter which one of them was attacked, they could rush over at the first time, they seemed to be watching out for something. Their steps were steady and easy, and moments after they walked, the snow covered their footprints without leaving a trace.

The extremely young man at the head looked at the huge wind and snow, and his heart was like a sight that could not be seen clearly, full of confusion, and there was a trace of emotion and admiration in the confusion, but more of vigilance.

He looked back at his companions behind him, at the young faces with some tiredness and coldness between his eyebrows, and a faint hint of fear, and he let out a low sigh.

They chased and killed that person for half a year, but no matter how vigilant they were, they never succeeded in killing that person after fighting that person countless times, but in each and every one of them, that person gained a unilateral advantage with various unguardable combat methods, and even killed a lot of people, which made it difficult for him to imagine and even incomprehensible, you must know that the people who chased him were not them, there were many more, and they were all resting in shifts, but that person, he was the only one, how did he survive?

But this time, he really had to die.

The young man at the head withdrew his gaze, his heart completely vigilant.

This time, he led the team to pursue is really a complete strategy, not long ago, they fought once, and finally at the cost of a companion's serious injury, the person was also injured, that person has suffered a lot of injuries in the past six months and has not had time to recuperate, and once again injured, he can clearly feel that the person has really run out of oil, but unfortunately, he still escaped, and even the seriously injured companion died because of incurable, which can't help but make him feel a deep chill in his heart.

Fortunately, this time, he will definitely die.

He had said this to himself many times in his heart, and he thought that this was his firmest understanding, but faintly he seemed to feel that he did not have the confidence to win.

He knew that the man was nearby, and there was a good chance that he was hiding in the shadows and ready to strike at any moment.

There are a lot of snow bags in the snow, and that's because the ground is raised so that the snow can be covered quickly, so they don't care, but just in case, they check each one, and the way to check it is to stab it with the sword in their hand, and of course, so far, they haven't checked anything useful.

After stabbing a lot of snow bags, but still not getting a hint of anything, they began to relax, and their expressions became less serious and more casual.

There is a very young and even immature teenager in the team, this teenager is called Ding Hua, his name is very delicate, like a girl's name, in fact, he is very thin and delicate, like a little girl.

Such a delicate spirit is like a girl's child to be able to join this elite team, and the only thing that can be relied on is his strength.

Because on the contemporary list, in the sixteenth place, there is a name called Ding Hua.

How strong is Rank 16?

You must know that in this world, all cultivators under the age of twenty-five have a chance to be ranked on this list. This list is the strongest in the world, the sect of the Sleepless Mountain, the Youming Hall is full of information collected from the world's intelligence network, it has absolute credibility and authority, and it can rank sixteenth among the countless young cultivators in the world, and the strength can be imagined.

But even so, when he occasionally looked at the figure in front of him, there was still a hint of fear in his eyes.

The one who can make a genius like him fearful is naturally stronger than him.

After all, he is a child, although the realm strength is extremely strong, but his heart is still a lot worse, he inserted so many snow bags, searched so carefully, and found nothing, Ding Hua couldn't help but be a little irritable, of course, he was also qualified to be irritable.

He shook his hand very casually and plunged his sword into a snow bag beside him, looking extremely impatient, and his vigilance had been replaced by irritability.

Suddenly, his heart was vigilant, and at this moment his eyes became extremely bright.

A sword with a cold glow appeared in the snow pack, and the blade stabbed out with an extremely sharp aura at an extremely fast speed.

is worthy of being a genius on the list of sixteen, if ordinary people face this incomparable sudden sword, I am afraid that their minds will be disturbed, and then they will be stabbed to death by a sword. Dante's heart became extremely bright at this moment, he drank heavily, the sea of qi was churning, and his vitality went upside down, and he greeted him with a sword.

Ding Hua took a few steps back, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and there was a shallow sword wound on his left abdomen, which was bleeding.

But compared to that sword mark, the sword intent with a terrifying aura in his body was truly terrifying.

The young man turned his head suddenly, and with a loud shout, everyone quickly leaned towards Ding Hua, and a powerful formation suddenly emerged.

The man in the snowdrift failed to strike a single blow, and instantly disappeared into the snow, ready to flee.

A grim-faced man in the snow bent down suddenly, his hands touching the snow.

In a snow field not far away, the snow suddenly exploded, and there seemed to be a figure faintly.

The grim-faced man shouted a word at the same time as the snow exploded.

"Leave the south, count seven!"

The young man's footsteps moved slightly, his form was illusory, and in the next moment he left the place.

Footsteps move quickly on the snow, but they don't leave a trace.

This is walking on the snow without a trace.

It's been a long time since I talked about these actions, but in fact, the real time has only passed for a moment.

The snowflakes that had exploded in the snow had not yet had time to completely disperse, and the cold man's voice had just reached the young man's ears, and had not yet reached farther.

The young man had already reached the figure's side, and a sword fell from his hand and slashed at the figure.

The figure let out an indescribable low snort, and the long sword in his hand met it at an extremely terrifying speed, and then, he flew upside down, and a brilliant blood flower appeared in the air.

He stood up and clenched his sword.

At this time, Ding Hua also appeared behind him.

Ding Hua was attacked by the insidious sword and suffered a lot of injuries, but he was still the second person among all to arrive, worthy of being the sixteenth genius on the contemporary list, you must know that it has only been a few breaths since he was injured.

The speed of the remaining people was also not slow, but the ten breaths came one after another, surrounding the figures, and there was an inexplicable formation implication.

Everybody's speed was extremely fast, and he was even faster, and that was one of the preparations the young man had made.

But if you think about it, why is everyone fast? Naturally, their opponents are also very fast.

In fact, the man's speed was indeed very fast, and even the fastest young man among them could not match.

If it hadn't been for his other preparations, the man might have left at his pace.

The grim-faced man's divine sense was so powerful that he was found in the snow and exposed to everyone's eyes.

And now it is the third preparation, and the formation they formed directly blocked all the retreats of that person, not to mention, that person had already been seriously injured, this was a mortal situation.

The young man was somewhat satisfied with his calculations, he knew that although he was ranked very high on the contemporary list, and his realm strength was very high, but in fact, he was already very old, although he was still on this list, how could his potential be compared to those teenagers?

So he began to learn strategy and calculation, and it turned out that his calculations were quite good.

Ding Hua licked the blood that was about to freeze at the corner of her lips and smiled cruelly.

Such a child is not much stronger than the powerful Wen Yu at the beginning, but he still has some childish innocence, but that innocence is more cruel and terrifying.

Thinking of the sword mark that the man had left on his body earlier, and the fierce sword intent in his body, he smiled happily, because he decided that he was going to kill this person slowly and seriously.

He slashed at the man's arm with a swift speed, leaving only an afterimage.

The man raised his sword to meet him.

Suddenly, a burst of intent struck the man in the back, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the hand holding the sword hung down.

Ding Hua's sword was about to be cut off, and it only took a moment for the man's arm to be cut off, and he even smelled the warm aromatic smell of blood, and he was extremely excited.

However, at this very moment.

Airplanes!

There seemed to be a muffled knife roar in the air.

In the midst of that snowstorm.

A shadow that was extremely fast swept in, and the long knife seemed to be extremely impatient, and then slashed into the formation, and also slashed on the long sword!