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Duan Leng's eyes were cold at the moment, cold as a knife, and his handsome face was as cold as a blade, without a trace of emotion at all!

There was no fear, no shock, not even half of the emotion.

Because now, there is no way out.

When the third batch of wolf-headed monsters appeared in large numbers, he was already completely desperate.

He had experienced hard training in the boxing cave, experienced the fierce duel between the outer disciples, killed the demon clan in the barren forest, and even in the Shura field, he was the first to rush to the front of the necromantic king Wu Yuanshuang and fought against him.

In those moments, he didn't feel any fear or fear.

But the scene he is facing now finally makes him feel a little completely desperate.

His despair was not in fear, but in the fact that there was an injured brother behind his body, Yun Haoxuan.

Yun Haoxuan's face was pale, his lips were like gold paper, he looked at the tragic scene in front of him with great misery, and he danced his long sword helplessly, the exercises of the water system plus the cultivation of the cultivation period, it looked so lonely and powerless.

At this moment, Duan Leng's despair lies in Yun Haoxuan.

No one thought that the first layer of the altar would actually look like this, the first batch of eight monsters appeared, and they were easily solved by the disciples in this group almost instantly, and in the process, everyone was even talking and laughing.

And the appearance of the second batch of eight wolf-headed monsters still had no impact, except for a halberd wound on the arm of one disciple.

And when the third batch of wolf-headed monsters appeared, everyone finally realized the fear, and the fear was not that the monsters suddenly appeared, or that the strength was fierce, but that it turned out that these monsters appeared in multiples.

In this wave of attack battles, there are two disciples who have already hung up heavy colors, one of the disciples is in danger of death, and the halberd pierces through the chest, although it is not directly fatal, but it is not far away.

Everyone was so frightened that before they even had time to catch their breath, the fourth batch of sixteen wolf-headed monsters reappeared!

Everyone almost lost confidence, and immediately put their hopes on Duan Leng.

He is the only one of the eight disciples who is a sacrifice for the Great Cultivator period, and he is the leader of this group, and he is everyone's expectation.

Duan Leng can't lose, he can't be afraid, he is not alone, in addition to the other six disciples, there is Yun Haoxuan who has always been behind him.

Yun Haoxuan also has an identity, he is Cinnabar's senior brother in the Sancai Mansion, and he is the brother that Cinnabar entrusted to his care before entering the first layer of the altar.

Duan Leng carried the expectations of Cinnabar, the life of Yun Haoxuan, and even the last courage of the other six Terran disciples.

He finally completely declared his release and fell into hysterical madness!

Dressed in black and gold, he directly wrapped his body in, leaving no gaps, except for the eyes still rolling and his lips still breathing, he had completely closed himself and defended himself.

The ten-star golden life grid, who can defend so closely and give full play to it, does not think of a second person except him.

Not only that, but he also stretched out his two arms.

The arm is like a handle, the palm turns into a blade, the sharp cold light flashes above the knife surface in an instant!

This is his sword!

His body flickered and moved, and a shower of rain unleashed it, slashing the vicious and ruthless wolf-headed monsters into a cloud of bursting black debris.

Under his leadership, not only Yun Haoxuan, but even the remaining six Terran disciples were also excited, and a battle intent and a desire for life appeared in their eyes.

And the final situation was to completely defeat these thirty-two wolf-headed monsters! In a black flake flying, the battle ended with difficulty, even if there was a black gold defense on Duan Leng's body, he was also picked out of the Dao White Marks, and some areas even opened their skin and flesh, which was obviously not so easy.

Of the six Terran disciples in front of him, three had already died, and the remaining three were also scarred and exhausted.

And at this moment, the scene that they were most unwilling to face finally appeared.

This time, there were actually more than sixty wolf-headed monsters, suddenly appearing in front of them, or rather, appearing beside them, there was no space between their gestures, and their skin could even feel the coldness of these black strong bodies.

Duan Leng didn't even have time to be shocked when he heard a scream coming from beside him in his ears.

Those few Terran disciples, before they could react, had already become ghosts under the halberd.

Duan Leng was about to split, his eyes were red, and in the face of this sudden killing scene, even if he was calm and fearless, he finally couldn't deal with it calmly.

He has even become a problem with self-preservation, not to mention that behind him, there is an injured Yun Haoxuan!

And there were too many wolf-headed monsters in front of him, so many that they were unimaginable, like stacking Arhats, surrounding Duan Leng and Yun Haoxuan!

Duan Leng also lowered his heart and directly displayed his killer weapon! He shouted: "Zijin is not afraid to slash!"

At this moment, whether it was on his body or in his arms, he had completely transcended the color of black and gold, but a dark purple color appeared directly.

This is the high-level cultivation technique that he has comprehended after entering the Great Cultivator Period.

He waved his arms, and the wolf-headed monsters in front of him exploded, and countless black debris flew all around him.

After cutting through nearly seventeen or eighteen wolf-headed monsters, his arms suddenly made a crisp sound!

"Boom!"

On the sword with both arms, a gap was finally made by the long halberd!

His gaze was misty, and he suddenly felt something unusual, and the wolf-headed monsters in his eyes continued to swarm like a tide, and his palm sword had broken through the gap.

In his heart, it was also like a sword, breaking a gap!

With the will of the gap, can it still be indestructible?

When his confidence collapsed a little, he suddenly found that the wolf-headed monsters in front of him had some abnormal behavior.

They actually stopped the momentum of the attack and did not move.

This was not an illusion, he suddenly retreated, and found that Yun Haoxuan, who was seriously injured and pale and weak, was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, and his expression was even more cold and calm, immobile like a mountain.

This is clearly the technique of spiritual cultivators' self-fixation!

Duan Leng knew better than anyone that as a seriously injured person, if he forcibly used such a large-scale group spirit cultivation technique, the price he would pay would be extremely heavy.

This near-death blow has exhausted Yun Haoxuan's life power.

Duan Leng couldn't help but feel a little hot in his eyes, this guy he wanted to protect actually made a move at this time to protect himself!

He turned his head suddenly, facing the many wolf-headed monsters in front of him, and the power of the golden life spirit on his body, like a turbulent wave, the big waves crashed on the shore, and directly appeared.

In his eyes at this moment, his eyes were also extremely cold, his arms were raised high, and at this moment, the two palm swords were elongated again, the front end was sharp and flat, and the horizontal oblique and slender like a spear!

He directly rounded his arms and swept out to the monsters in front of him without hesitation!

"Extreme Twin Slash Spear!"