The words landed, and Di Qiu's "giggle" laughter also happened to come.

"Little fat man, you don't have the power of yuan, right?"

The palm wind is like an abyssal beast, roaring out, storming the green smoke and leaving.

The green smoke trembled, and there was a muffled sound of "poof", and Yu Liang's fat body recondensed. Unable to resist the force of his palm, he flew upside down from the battlefield and fell into the pile of rubble outside the crowd.

There was a dead silence in the field, and the hearts of the onlookers all "clicked".

The Jin clan lost again.

No one spoke, Di Qiu stood in place, raised his head and glanced at the top of Taiping Mountain.

On the top of the mountain, the elder of the Jin clan nodded slightly.

At the bottom of the mountain, Di Qiu's expression froze, his eyes were murderous and vomited, and he suddenly turned into a red afterimage, rushed out of the crowd, and rushed towards Yu Liang, who fell to the ground and vomited blood.

Feng Yi saw it in his eyes, and secretly said badly. Busy using the dragon technique to grab the crowd, he rushed towards Yu Liang's place in the oblique stab, in a vain attempt to help.

Di Qiu wants to kill the killer.

This is a battle to pick the list, she kills people in a justified manner, and no one in the Jin clan can stop her.

Feng Yi didn't care so much, he regarded Yu Liang as a friend, friends fought with others, he was injured and defeated, he had nothing to say.

But Di Qiu wants to take advantage of the victory to pursue and kill the killer, and Feng Yi will never allow it.

The golden armor collided, and there was a loud sound.

Everyone reacted at the right time, and they all exclaimed, shouting: "Fire Clan miscellaneous dare to be presumptuous!"

The disciples and guards of the Heavenly Sword Sect jumped out of the crowd one after another, and they were about to rush forward to rescue Yu Liang.

There was only a slight movement in his footsteps, and he heard a deep voice fall from the top of his head.

"The battle of picking the list, life and death are fateful, and the Jin clan can't violate the rules?"

The words settled, and smashed into the hearts of everyone in the field like a mountain, forcing them to stop helplessly, not daring to move any more.

They don't dare to act rashly, Feng Yicai doesn't care about those, friends are in trouble, even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu is current, he has to take action.

When running, the right hand is pointed into a knife, ready to attack.

But at this moment, another figure suddenly came, took a step first, and grabbed in front of Liang.

It was a woman, dressed in blue, holding a four-foot sword, with cold eyes, staring at Di Qiu, who was full of murderous intentions.

She said coldly: "The little slut of the Fire Clan, such a vicious heart. ”

As soon as these words came out, he slashed towards Di Qiu with a volley.

The sword is like a dragon, unstoppable, and it is the true intention of the sword.

And this woman, Feng Yi is no stranger, the daughter of the Daomen, Xiang Lingzhu.

"Why did she come? Isn't the Sword Sect having an enmity with the Heavenly Sword Sect? Why did she save the fat man?"

Thinking of this, Feng Yi's body had flashed to Liang's side, bent down to reach out, and helped up this fat man weighing no less than three hundred pounds.

The fat man was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, his expression was gloomy, and his breath was sluggish.

When he raised his eyes, he saw that the person supporting him was actually Feng Yi, and his conscience warmed, and he opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't even spit out a word, so he spewed out a large puddle of dirty blood.

Feng Yi waved his hand to disperse the dirty blood spraying in his face, took out the healing pill, and stuffed it into Yu Liang's mouth.

Looking at the field again, he saw that after Xiang Lingzhu and Di Qiu fought each other, they each retreated sharply and stared at each other.

"What's the matter, you Jin people want to break the rules set by the ancestors......

Di Qiu glared at Xiang Lingzhu viciously, with his hands behind his back, and said with an arrogant attitude.

But he was only halfway through speaking, and suddenly saw Feng Yi who was helping Yu Liang to get up.

In the clear eyes of the girl, a strong fear flashed through.

She subconsciously took a step back, pointed at Feng Yi with her halberd, and said in a trembling voice: "Yes...... It's you!"

Feng Yi helped Yu Liang to stand behind Xiang Lingzhu, his eyes passed through the blue clothes and fell on Di Qiu's body.

The four eyes met, and Di Qiu retreated and retreated.

"You're not from the Water Clan, you're a deacon of the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

Di Qiu's voice trembled more and more violently, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the Fire Clan elder sitting on the top of Taiping Mountain, his body flashed, turned into a red afterimage, and ran towards the Fire Clan elder.

"What's the situation?"

Everyone in the audience was stunned, and they didn't understand why the princess of the Fire Clan, who was still arrogant just now, suddenly fled as if she had seen a ghost.

Daodao's gaze was withdrawn from the top of Taiping Mountain and cast on the field.

But I saw Xiang Lingzhu standing proudly with a knife, his delicate body was concave and convex, and his pretty face was as beautiful as a flower.

Behind her, a golden-armored deacon of the Heavenly Sword Sect was supporting Yu Liang, the second son of the Heavenly Sword Sect, who had already stood up.

The crowd didn't know what was going on, and someone muttered, "Who scared the Fire Clan princess away?"

Someone speculated in a low voice: "Could it be her?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone echoed, "Yes, it must be her." Only the eldest lady of the Xiang family, who ranked third on the Xuan List, could scare the princess of the Fire Clan into fleeing in panic. ”

There are different opinions, and all the credit for this scene is given to Xiang Lingzhu's body.

But Xiang Lingzhu was also puzzled.

"Is this girl crazy?"

Turning his head to look back, he was meeting Feng Yi's gaze.

Xiang Lingzhu was stunned.

The noise of the crowd outside the arena continued, and only a few people saw clearly the cause and effect of Di Qiu's desertion and escape.

They set their eyes on Feng Yi, their expressions changing thoughtfully.

Han Wuyuan was looking at Feng Yi, and said secretly in his heart: "I can't beat that Fire Clan princess, let alone scare her so much." ”

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man with a big belly couldn't help but be afraid, and secretly rejoiced that he was fortunate that he suppressed his temperament on the way here, and did not rush to Feng Yifu.

In the field, another gaze was staring at Feng Yi, and in a flash, the provocation turned into solemnity.

Yes, you can't.

couldn't look at Feng Yi, and Yu Liang, who was supported by Feng Yi, was moving his gaze, looking for the figure that he couldn't find.

After seeing clearly that he couldn't still stand still, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of Yu Liang's mouth.

He shook his head, sighing inwardly.

"I have done everything I have done with you, but I have only been a cold observer, and I can't do it...... What a poisonous cold snake. ”

The reason why we can't have today's achievements is all due to the cultivation of good people and the teachings of the five elders.

It's a pity that today's Yu Liang is no longer the Yu Liang of the past, the foundation has been destroyed, the future has been lost, and all hope has been lost.

Yu Liang thought that he would not be able to help after he was defeated.

But it can't be without.

He was disappointed and chilled, but he could only be disappointed and chilled.

It is said that raising a tiger is a problem, and now that the tiger has been raised, the problem will naturally follow.

"Little bastard, you ...... Not dead?"

Xiang Lingzhu's voice covered up the noise of everyone in the audience, and also brought back Yu Liang's thoughts.

He glanced at Xiang Lingzhu, and then turned his head to look at Feng Yi beside him.

His eyes flickered, and he wondered, "Do you recognize her?"

Feng Yi naturally recognized it, but he didn't pay attention to Xiang Lingzhu, just nodded at Yu Liang, then stopped looking at Xiang Lingzhu and moved his eyes to the top of Taiping Mountain.

On the top of the mountain, the Fire Clan elder had already stood upright, and Di Qiu was hiding behind him, trembling.

The old man's expression was very solemn, he looked at Feng Yi coldly, and the killing intent in his eyes floated.

He really wanted to jump off the low peak and kill the golden-armored boy in the field.

But he knew he couldn't.

Retracting his gaze hatefully, the Fire Clan elder asked Di Qiu, "Princess, do you continue to pick the list?"

"No...... No, he is from the Fire Clan, and he is the deacon of the Heavenly Sword Sect, I won't pick the list, go back, I want to go back. ”

Di Qiu shook his head, his lips pale.

She was born delicate, how could she ever face death?

But that day, on the banks of the Baisha River, she saw the fear of death.

The person who brought her such great fear was standing in the middle of the field at this time, how could she not be afraid?

The Fire Clan elder shook his head and sighed, "This son has become the princess's inner demon, if you don't kill it, it will be difficult for the Xuanxiu Road to advance an inch." ”

After the sigh was over, there was a flash of red brilliance.

The brilliance was fleeting, and even the figures with the Fire Clan Elder and Di Qiu disappeared.

"That's leaving?"

Feng Yi frowned slightly.

But at this moment, there was suddenly an arrogant laughter, which came from the distant sky.

"Hahaha...... Hahaha......"

The laughter was crazy, like a madness.

From far to near, at the beginning, it was still hundreds of miles away in the north of the sky, and it has come to the front in an instant.

Feng Yi heard the laughter, and suddenly felt a little familiar. When I looked up, I saw a cloud of blood floating overhead in the wind, blocking the bright sun, casting a blood-red shadow, shrouding the entire Taiping Mountain tightly.

"What a big meal, the deity must eat and drink enough today. ”

In the blood cloud, there was a sound like a broken gong.

The voice came out, and suddenly thousands of blood rays shot out from the blood cloud, smashing down towards the people under the Taiping Mountain.

"Blood...... Blood Rakshasa !" Yu Liang exclaimed.

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar. Everyone fled in panic, fearing that they would be touched by the bloody light.

But the more they ran, the more chaotic they became, you hit me, I hit him, and in the end, none of them could run out of the bloody shroud.

First, a bloody light smashed on the top of a loose woman's head, and the woman screamed "Ahhh

On the body, the blood light flashed out, and in just one breath, the blood light swallowed up the essence and blood soul, turned into a skinny and bony dry corpse, and fell to the ground.

The blood light was nourished by human blood, and the brilliance was blazing, and it spun on the ground, looking for the next target and shooting away.

Thousands of blood rays, each looking for one person.

The screams erupted, shaking Feng Yi's eardrums.

A bloody light pierced the space and shot towards Feng Yi.

Halfway through, he suddenly turned into three ways, one to find Xiang Lingzhu and go, and the other to find Feng Yi and Yu Liang.

Yu Liang was grateful for Xiang Lingzhu's help, and warned loudly: "Be careful behind you!"

Xiang Lingzhu heard the warning sound, suddenly came back to his senses, withdrew his gaze from staring at Feng Yi, and slashed behind him with a knife.

The sword light collided with the blood light, and after a "boom" explosion, the blood light collapsed, and the sword disappeared.

The aftermath of the qi energy fainted like ripples, impacting on Xiang Lingzhu's concave and convex delicate body. She snorted, spurting blood and flying to Feng Yi's side.

At this moment, the two blood rays had also been shot out.

Yu Liang was about to stop, and Feng Yi had taken the lead.

In the right hand, the bone knife is in hand. A horizontal stab is the first move of the eighteen styles of the Heavenly Sword, 'the sword goes thousands of miles in the air'.

Feng Yi only had the early stage of cultivation in the Inner Breath Realm, and he couldn't turn his Yuan Force into green smoke out of his body, and naturally he couldn't use a complete sword move.

A knife stabbed out, only the ability of martial arts, not the power of occultism. The sword is like a dragon, roaring high-spirited, invincible, and everything in the world is unstoppable.

"Boom!"

The explosion was terrifying, and the blood light was shattered into bits of stars by the sword. The knife momentum is five layers, and the remaining force is still not small.

Feng Yi's bone knife swirled, reversed the knife's momentum, and counterattacked another blood light.

"Boom!"

The second explosion sounded, and the sword momentum and blood light were gone. Feng Yi still stood proudly on the spot, his body unmoving.

The golden armor reflected the shadow cast by the blood cloud, emitting a dazzling streamer, like an extraterritorial evil god, full of murderous intent.

Xiang Lingzhu turned over, resisted the shock in his heart, and looked at Feng Yi's side face.

"He's really not dead, he's really not dead!"

The girl shouted in her heart, and her expression became more and more excited.

After being excited, I suddenly thought: "He's not dead, what am I happy about? He's a little bastard, it's good to be dead." ”

The blood light was raging not far away, but in just three or five breaths, nearly three hundred Xuan cultivators had been swallowed up by the blood light and turned into dried corpses.

The panic continues, you push me, I push you, you scold me, I scold you.

The blood light chased closely, and the people who stood in the way did not listen to the shouting, and still stood in the way. Some people were ruthless in their hearts, and they pulled out the Xuan soldiers and slashed them indiscriminately.

The outflow of red blood stimulated the despicable beastliness in people's hearts. The shouts of killing rang out, and the chaos was fierce, and it was in full swing.

The blood light devoured more than 300 people, and the people who died from cannibalism had passed 500 in the blink of an eye.

The despicability of human nature can be seen.

In the field, the one who kills the most is the impossible.

His body flickered, sometimes turning into an afterimage, sometimes turning into green smoke. As soon as he pointed out, the sword qi broke through the air, and one person died.

In the end, he paved a way out of human corpses, stepped on it, and floated away.

In the blood cloud, the crazy man's voice "Huh" and praised: "What a ruthless boy, he is more demonic than the deity." ”

The words dispersed with the wind, and another arm-thick blood light shot out from the blood cloud, sweeping towards the impassable.

Unable to run to the bloody killing field, he suddenly felt something strange behind him, and hurriedly pulled out the Xuanjian and stabbed the blood light in the back.

The tip of the sword collided with the blood light, the blood light exploded, unable to look like a meteor, fell out of more than 30 zhang, and fell into the barren grass, life and death unknown.