Chapter 1538: The Beginning of the Killing

As time passed, two days passed in the blink of an eye, but the land of trials set off a killing .......

All the disciples who participated in the qualifying competition, after adapting to the harsh environment of the trial land, all advanced in the direction of the core area, and along the way, the probability of disciples of various forces meeting gradually increased, and a battle for the token was inevitable.

All kinds of powerful characters have also begun to show their fangs, as long as they encounter the weaker disciples of the rest of the forces, they will immediately kill the killer and snatch the token, and the closer they get to the core area, the more frequent and bloody the killing will become.

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On the mountainside of a snowy peak, a female disciple of the Murong family, who was sweating profusely, waved the spirit soldier in her hand, struggling to resist a black figure around her, this figure was erratic, its attacks were endless, and it seemed that it was about to be unable to resist.

"This senior brother of the Netherworld Holy Sect, can't you spare my little sister's life?

At the time of life and death, this woman couldn't care about shame, and used the woman's biggest capital to seduce the other party. It's just that whether it can succeed or not, the woman herself is not too sure.

"Yes, you put away the spirit soldier in your hand first, I agreed. ”

The person who spoke, with a sharp voice, was dressed in the standard decoration of the Netherworld Holy Sect, but his face was not covered by a face scarf, revealing the appearance of a beautiful man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, red lips and white teeth.

After the voice fell, the man's figure immediately stepped back slightly, looking at the woman with a slight smile.

The woman of the Murong family looked happy, threw a wink at the man, and after a little hesitation, she immediately put away the spirit soldier in her hand, and then straightened her huge chest, her mouth opened slightly, and she was about to say something.

It's a pity that before she could make a sound, the face of the man opposite was suddenly full of murderous intent, and the figure immediately turned into a blurred figure, instantly appearing next to the woman, and when the arm waved, a light drew an arc in the air, passing through the woman's neck.

Holding her throat with both hands, the woman's eyes widened, and she stared at the man unwillingly, and fell to the ground silently, blood flowing all over the ground, and there was no breath.

"Stinky woman, even a vulgar fan like you also wants to seduce me Roman Moon. ”

With a look of disgust on his face, the man spat and his figure flickered, then disappeared in place.

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On the lake covered with thick ice, the corpse of a disciple of the Royal Beast Sect was lying on the ice, and a man in a green shirt in his early thirties was standing beside him, muttering to himself without knowing what to say, and behind the man in a green shirt, several vicious-looking demon beasts were lying there quietly, without a trace of life on their bodies.

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In the dense forest, a young man with a ** upper body and perfect muscles showed perfect lines, ignoring the extremely low temperature around him, was rampage and frantically chasing several figures, and he was hard to meet the opponent's spirit soldiers with his bare hands, and there was no damage at all, making his opponents flee in all directions with a frightened face.

If Yan Wubian was here, he would immediately recognize this young man, it was the Long Thousand Demon of the Long Family, and with the strength he was showing now, it was far beyond his own true cultivation.

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The killing has been going on, and all the disciples who go to the core area have been involved, but there are also some self-aware disciples who know that their strength is not good, and if they go to the core area, they are likely to lose their lives, so they simply stay in the outermost area, searching for the thousand tokens that have been put on the other side.

It's just that this method is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack, and it's pure luck, you know, there has never been a time when all the thousands of tokens have been found and taken out in previous qualifying tournaments.

Of course, some strong people with considerable strength, if they occasionally meet and bump into each other, after the fight, they can't help each other, and both sides will wave their hands very tacitly and leave each other, after all, it is not yet the time to really fight.

These powerhouses know very well that only at the end of the qualifying round, when most of the tokens are gathered in the hands of a few, is the real test.

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The sky was gray, and among the scattered snowflakes in the sky, a figure was moving forward on the snow like lightning, and the speed of his body made him loom along the way, and even brought out a series of phantoms, which seemed extremely ghostly.

The figure running quickly suddenly stopped, this person was Yan Wubian, at this time, he turned his head to the left with a look of surprise, looking like he was listening to something.

Along the way, Yan Wubian didn't gain much, compared to the disciples of the Array Sect and the disciples of the Netherworld Saint Sect who were killed by him when he first entered the land of trials, in the past two days, except for two unlucky disciples of the rest of the forces, who met him and were robbed by him, the road can be described as peaceful, and I don't know whether it should be said that he is lucky or unlucky.

But even so, Yan Wubian counted the tokens on his body and found that he had unknowingly reached nineteen yuan, which made him feel a little surprised.

Of the nineteen tokens, seven were obtained from the two brothers of the Array Sect, nine were obtained by killing three Netherworld Saint Sect disciples, and the remaining three were robbed from the other two people they met on the way.

After sensing for a moment, Yan Wubian immediately adjusted his direction, used his body technique, and swept towards the side.

"It's the Long family and the Netherworld Holy Sect, hey, why is she also in the Long family. ”

Hidden above the canyon, looking down at the canyon, the two groups of the Long family and the disciples of the Netherworld Holy Sect who met on a narrow road were fighting inextricably, Yan Wubian stared at one of the beautiful women who exuded a mature charm, and muttered to himself with a hint of surprise.

There are three or four people on both sides in the canyon, but they are also equal in strength, and they meet opponents.

Because of the tight wrapping on the Netherworld Holy Sect's side, Yan Wubian naturally didn't know any of them, but among the four members of the Long family, he was no stranger to two of them.

One is Long Qianyang, who was stationed in the Boundless Mercenary Group and was taught a lesson by him, and the other is the beautiful woman he is looking at now, this person is Yan Gongying of the Yan family.

Regarding Yan Gongying's association with the Long family, Yan Wubian was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted, you must know that Yan Gongying's mother is a member of the Long family, and it is naturally not a strange thing to know a disciple of the Long family.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, Yan Wubian immediately turned his gaze to Long Qianyang's battle group, the Netherworld Saint Sect disciple who fought with him was obviously also a master of Soul Fusion Xiaocheng, not inferior to Long Qianyang at all, and the battle between the two could be described as the most intense place in the field.

"Boom!"

The explosion was like a muffled thunder, and it came out of the battle group of Long Qianyang and the two, and the bodies of the two people who were bombarded shook slightly, and then their bodies retreated.

Turning away the energy on his body, Long Qianyang stared at the other party coldly, and did not continue to make a move, but sneered and said:

"Girl, our strength is equal, if we continue to fight, at most it will be a lose-lose, and the qualifying match will be very long, so that's the end of today, what do you think?"

As soon as the words fell, Long Qianyang immediately ordered Yan Gongying and the other two Long family disciples to withdraw from the battle circle, while the other party looked at each other expressionlessly, waiting for the other party's reply.

"Let's go!"

Glancing at Long Qianyang coldly, the Netherworld Saint Sect disciple who was obviously the leader, after making a crisp sound, waved his hand towards the three Netherworld Saint Sect disciples who had retreated behind him, and immediately took the lead in taking off into the air and flying towards the top of the canyon.

"Oops!"

Yan Wubian didn't expect that the people of the Netherworld Holy Sect would actually say that they would leave, and they would still come in his direction, and they couldn't help but smile bitterly in their hearts.