Li Yan sighed softly, and without thinking about it anymore, he swallowed the healing pill that Lin Yichen gave him, and began to heal his injuries.

Qiao frowned slightly, the injuries caused to her by Bai Jingkong were even more serious than she imagined, and the black yuan force, like ink, was constantly infecting the pure ice spirit power in her body.

If you want to clear it, it is impossible in a short time.

On Bai Jingkong's side, the situation is not very optimistic.

He was invaded by the power of the ice spirit, and a layer of white frost formed all over his body, his blood was not smooth, the Yuan Force was running slowly, and the dark Yuan Force was almost frozen.

While he was using his skills to heal his wounds, he secretly sighed at the power of the ice spirit.

Fortunately, he was a dark elemental force, although he had no effect on the ice attribute, and he was not restrained, otherwise, his injuries would only be worse.

At this moment, the cultivation realm was suppressed by the Great Array, and it was very difficult to expel the power of the ice spirit.

"Damn! Mingyu, after they caught you, see if I don't torture you well!" Bai Jingkong's face showed a trace of hideousness, and he was no longer calm and calm in the past.

Ming Yu and a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Academy, one meter apart, were searching in the mist.

Because they didn't know anything about the big formation, they had a hard time walking, and they could judge the direction by feeling at first, but after walking a few meters, they had completely lost their sense of direction.

Even though he was a powerhouse of the ninth layer of cultivation in the Tibetan Spirit Realm, his eyes were black at this moment, and he was also a little flustered.

In such a large array, if someone launches a sneak attack, it is absolutely impossible to prevent it.

Therefore, he maintained a high degree of vigilance and paid attention to all the movements around him, but his divine soul cultivation was not high, only the lowest realm, and his perception was not strong, and he could only use his ears to hear things that were one meter away.

"Senior Brother Ming, are there any traces of those two people?"

The disciple of the Heavenly Sword Academy who followed him had a low cultivation realm, and in this kind of environment, he had no bottom in his heart, and he was completely in the same direction.

"No, don't talk!"

Wen Ming motioned to this Heavenly Sword Academy disciple not to speak, because in this kind of place where visibility was very low, sound was the most important source of judgment.

That day, the disciple of the Sword Academy nodded, walked two more steps, couldn't see Wen Ming at all, was a little panicked, held back, and shouted in a low voice: "Senior Brother Wen, are you still there?"

"Don't speak, I'm done!" Wen Ming was a little displeased when he heard the disciples of the Heavenly Dao Academy call him again.

That day, the disciple of the Sword Academy smiled embarrassedly: "Okay! I don't speak......

"Whew!"

Suddenly, between the flow of the dense fog, the cold light flashed and disappeared, and the voice of the disciple of the Sword Academy that day stopped abruptly.

Ming Yu was stunned for a moment, pricked up his ears, he seemed to hear the sound of the sword breaking the wind. When I turned my head to look, I couldn't see anything but the fog.

"Senior brother!"

After all, Ming Yu is a strong person in the ninth layer of cultivation in the Tibetan Spirit Realm, although in the great array, the cultivation realm has been suppressed, but the feeling of a strong person is still there.

He realized that something was wrong, as if something had happened.

"Are you alright?"

Without answering, a thick fog suddenly surged towards him, but a figure broke through the fog and rushed towards him.

He immediately used his Yuan Force and was about to make a palm, but suddenly found that the man was not rushing towards him, but upside down.

"Senior brother!"

The person who came up backwards was none other than the junior brother who was in the same group as him, and he was still with his eyes open, but he could no longer speak, because his throat had been cut.

"Don't run!"

Mingyu didn't care about helping his junior brother, and swung his sword to stab into the mist, but what he stabbed was only the mist, where was there still someone!

"Plop!"

The disciple of the Heavenly Sword Academy who had been attacked and killed fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

"Damn it!"

Ming Yu waved the sword in his hand angrily, the ninth-layer powerhouse of the Hidden Spirit Realm actually let people kill his junior brother within a few moments, it was simply an insult to him!

However, he has no choice, in this fog, it is not easy to protect himself, and there is no time to protect others.

"Don't let me find you, otherwise, I will definitely break you into pieces!" Gritting his teeth, Mingyu shouted, "Wang Zhe, let everyone pay attention, someone is sneaking up!"

Not long after leaving, Mingyu concluded that everyone was not very far apart, and he should be able to hear his words.

But no one answered.

He underestimated the dark clouds covering the sky too much, and his voice could not reach a range of two meters at all, so no one heard his words.

At this moment, five meters away, Wang Zhe's junior brother in the same group was also attacked by someone, and a sword pierced the back of the head, which was regarded as death.

"TM! You come out for me!" Wang Zhe jumped like thunder, frantically swinging his sword and slashing, but he found nothing, "What kind of hero is sneaking, if you have the ability to come out, we will be one-on-one!"

However, no one answered him at all, as if there was a ghost who came and went without a trace, killing people invisible.

The same situation was subsequently played out in several other groups.

The Heavenly Sword Academy was divided into six groups, and after a quarter of an hour, there were only six people left, and after another quarter of an hour, there were only two people left.

And these two people are Mingyu and Wang Zhe.

It's just that they don't know the specific situation, and they are optimistic that at least half of the disciples should be alive.

On the Tiger Gang's side, since the four of Tiger Tu, Hongwei, Lin Hai and Jingjing were not separated, there was no damage for the time being, but in the process of searching, they stepped on the corpse of a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Academy, and they immediately felt panic and tremble.

"Who do you say killed the disciple of the Heavenly Sword Academy?" Jingjing is a girl after all, and in this environment, she is extremely afraid.

"The disciple of the Sword Academy that day, the cultivation should be on the fourth layer of the Tibetan Spirit Realm, that Lin Yichen probably can't kill him, it should be that ice woman!" Hongwei speculated.

Hu Tu glared with a look of disbelief: "Isn't that ice woman injured? Didn't Bai Jingkong say that she had no combat power? How could she still kill someone!"

"The emaciated camel is bigger than the horse!" Lin Hai was worried that the people from the Heavenly Sword Academy would hear it, and whispered, "Don't you see that ice beauty can compete with Bai Jingkong! With her strong strength, even if she is injured and wants to kill the fourth layer of the Hidden Spirit Realm, she will be able to capture it!"

"Uh-huh!"

Hongwei, Hu Tu and Jingjing all nodded, deeply approving.

"Be careful, you two are outside!" Hu Tu said, and then he and Jingjing went to the middle of Hongwei and Lin Jun, "You two are both fifth-level cultivators in the Tibetan Spirit Realm, you should be able to handle it!"

However, before the words fell, in the thick fog, a sword suddenly stabbed out, as fast as the wind, as fast as lightning, and straight to the grandeur.

By the time Hongwei realized it, the tip of the sword was less than a foot from his neck.

At such a close distance, it was too late to block, and it was impossible to dodge. The magnificent instinct urges the Yuan Force in the body to form a defense on the neck.

The martial artist who stepped into the Tibetan Spirit Realm was already able to let the Yuan Force cover the whole body, forming a Yuan Qi cloth for defense.

Magnificent is the powerhouse of the fifth layer of the Tibetan Spirit Realm, and the vitality yarn is already like a substance.

At this moment, he frantically urged Yuan Li to form a protective layer like a scarf around his neck, wanting to block the sword.

However, it can't be stopped at all.

On that sword, a powerful Yuan Force suddenly erupted, golden as the sun, like a fiery red soldering iron, and all of a sudden, pierced his poor defenses.

"Poof!"

The sword pierced his neck directly from the side, and blood splattered.

When he was dying, through the golden light, he saw the face of the man who killed him, not the face of an ice beauty, but the face of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old young man.

"Lin Yichen!"

It wasn't until the sword pierced Hongwei's neck that Lin Hai, Hu Tu, and Jingjing reacted, and they all saw the face of the person who killed Hu Song.