'You go die' a Xiaoyue Sect monk said in a cold voice, the burly figure clenched into a fist with one hand rushed towards the last Poison Sect cultivator standing at the end, the moment the heavy fist fell, a strange smile appeared on the face of the Poison Sect cultivator, 'You won't feel good', using the last bit of mana in his body, he quickly grabbed the smashed fist with one hand, and his five claws were green.

Plopped, the Poison Sect scattered cultivators flew out upside down and fell heavily to the ground on their backs, and never stood up again, "Ouch" and the monk who pounced on him swung out with a fist, clenched the hand that was waved out and screamed, and the dark green five-claw marks on his arm fell deep into the **.

"'Big brother, what's wrong!'" The other two Xiaoyue Sect cultivators hurried over.

"I've been poisoned, leave me alone, go get the scroll." The monk gritted his teeth and whispered.

A monk hurriedly walked over and pulled out a scroll from the waist of the poison monk who had just fallen to the ground and inserted it into his waist, and then the three of them staggered forward and slowly disappeared into the dense forest. Zhou Shentong, who was squatting on the big tree, looked at the direction where the three of them disappeared, and a smug sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "The praying mantis catches the cicada, the yellow finch is behind, and our three yellow finches are done." ’

Vibrating his wings, he turned around and flew in the direction he came, Dole was lying on the ground with Erlang's legs crossed, boringly counting the wildflowers in his hands with a few petals, and Zhen Wushu was anxiously walking back and forth, muttering 'Why hasn't this old Zhou come back', the two are waiting for Zhou Shentong to come back at the moment.

Well, Zhou Shentong descended from the sky like a god descending from the sky, and as soon as he fell, he laughed loudly, "Brothers, we have meat to eat!" Zhen Wudi and Dole looked at him at the same time, Zhou Shentong hurriedly told the two of them everything he had just seen, and just after saying that, Zhen Wudi opened his mouth and looked at Dole:

"Little brother, are you a god! How did you know what was going on? ”

The exaggerated expression of surprise was really looking at the flying man from the sky, but Dole didn't care, and still grinned:

"I didn't say I saw it, it just felt like there was a fight ahead."

"Don't say it, let's follow first, slow down and be careful of being snatched away by other groups."

Zhou Shentong hurriedly interrupted the words of the two, and he rushed forward with his legs.

A bright moon hung high in the sky, scattering a deep cold light, but the sky was still a fiery red, and this land was a world ruled by firelight. A bonfire was lit in the dense forest, and two monks were resting on the ground, while the other was sitting on the ground for vigil, and the three of them could see the blood stains on their exhausted robes, these three were Xiaoyue Sanxiu who had previously snatched the scroll from a group of Poison Cult monks.

Hmph, three wind needles shot out from the dense forest and shot towards the three loose cultivators, accompanied by the deep cold night wind silently and without a trace, the three monks were still dazed and asleep, the vigil, the wind needle was about to shoot into the body of the night vigil monk The moment the monk felt the swift wind, and hurriedly waved away with one hand.

The tired Sanxiu felt much duller even if he was at vigil, and a silver moonlight blade slashed, and two wind needles were split, and one wind needle pierced through the silver moonlight and pierced deeply into the chest of the Sanxiu.

"There is an ambush." The night watchman shouted, and then fell down, and the other two monks were suddenly awakened, and suddenly stood up, and saw that it was their fallen companion, and looked around in horror.

Zhou Shentong and Zhen Wushu leaped out of the two big trees, one left and one right, sandwiching the two dazed cultivators in the middle, and with one blow, they put down one and the two of them were in high spirits, and their bodies were hanging in the air, and the 'Wind Sword' was cold and prosperous, and it was still a low-level 'Wind Sword', and it seemed that the two of them were not valued in the sect.

The two of them gathered ten percent of their body mana and slashed down, the two wind blades were also fierce at the moment, and the two Xiaoyue monks also hurriedly waved their hands to fight back, and in the roar, the two of them rubbed their legs and staggered a few steps, although they had always been strong, they had just experienced a vicious battle, not to mention that they were seriously injured.

"Kill, kill" Dol just rushed out from behind a big tree, wah-wow screamed, and waved the green and faint 'dragon whip' in his hand, according to Zhou Shentong's arrangement, the three of them 'wind needle' shot out at the same time, but Dole's head made a small calculation, 'Go out first, not send your life first, I won't give you two boys' lives

Seeing that the other party was defeated, he ran out to pick up a big bargain, waved his hand heavily, and in the crackling sound, a wind blade swayed out from the whip, although it was much weaker than Zhou Shentong and the others, but it also had a little momentum. A stumbling monk was whipped by Doer's falling stone, and in a hurry, he could no longer fight back and fell to the ground, and after falling to the ground, he glanced at his dry body, and his eyes were full of self-deprecation: "When you were running around the battlefield, I bet that I also pressed ten taels of silver to bet that you won, and now you kid is actually behind the back, brother, I am blind." ’

There was only one Xiaoyue monk left in the dense forest, staggering backwards slowly, as if he felt the fear of defeat and wanted to escape from here, two scrolls were inserted in his waist, suddenly, Zhou Shentong and Zhen Wushu started at the same time, one left and one right roared towards this scattered cultivation, and the moment his body staggered, one slammed a heavy punch and a volley flying leg.

Plopped, the solid body flew up and fell to the ground again, a pool of blood spurted out of the air, and the last opponent was eliminated, Zhou Shentong bent down and pulled out two green and silver scrolls and inserted them into his waist again. I got two scrolls at once, and it was so smooth that it didn't take much effort, Zhou Shentong and Zhen Wushu shouted excitedly and hugged and jumped.

Only Dole sat on the ground and still looked at him lazily, squinting his eyes full of disdain, 'It's two people bigger, and they still look like children, and they are not as good as me without a human shape!' It's been a long time since he's used such an expression, and the only people he has the right to despise have always been You Da and Cheng Li.

"Brother Dole, why don't you look happy at all?" Zhou Shentong looked at Doer's nonchalant appearance and asked curiously.

"No, just a little tired." Dole yawned lazily and stretched, it was true that he wanted to doze off.

"Okay, let's find a place to sleep, continue tomorrow, today the little brother can make a big move." Zhou Shentong gave Dole another thumbs up.

The remaining two days have not encountered such good luck, three days later, after a period of big robbery, the first round of the reel battle has ended, the weak group has basically been cleaned up, and occasionally a few groups of fish like Zhou Shentong are hidden in the deepest dark places and quietly lurking. Half of the monks withdrew from the competition, and the rest was the real power talk.

It was another cold night, Zhou Shentong, Dole, and Zhen Wushu were still silently eating dry food around the fire, and a stream was flowing from a high place not far away, and there was no success for two consecutive days Today, Zhou Shentong and the two accelerated their pace, and Dole reluctantly accelerated the frequency of the little chicken leg and followed behind the two.

Finally found a pair of groups, lurking in the shadows and following all the way, but finally found that it was a group of powerful opponents, during which they could not find any chance to sneak attack, so they had to give up.

"The remaining opponents are getting stronger and stronger, and it is getting more and more difficult to do it like this!" Zhen Wushu said dejectedly.

"Now it seems that it is impossible to do without a little blood." Zhou Shentong clenched his teeth.

"You want to die?" Zhen Invincible and Dol looked at him in surprise at the same time, a pair of greedy for life and afraid of death, Dol was pretending again, and Zhen Invincible and Cheng Li's kid were really the same virtue.

"If you want to knock on the kind of group that grabs more scrolls, you will try your best to grab enough at a time, so as not to waste your energy in this senseless search." Zhou Shentong continued.

"Yes, yes, Brother Zhou is right, it's better to fight horizontally and vertically, than to finish it once." Dole again strongly agreed with Zhou Shentong's plan, pirates have always been on ships, and it is really uncomfortable to travel such a long distance.

"Do you think we've grabbed enough scrolls?"

A voice came from the dense forest in shock, and the fluttering sound felt so illusory, as if it had floated into the world from hell, and the three frightened turned their heads sideways to look in the direction where the voice came from, 'Could it be that someone is targeting'. There was a sound of footsteps in the dense forest, and the three Mireist monks walked out of the dense forest, and they were really targeted by other groups.

The three Poison Sect Cultivators stood side by side, one of them was a head shorter than the other two, looking fifteen or sixteen years old, the two tall Poison Cultivators were surrounded by ghosts and ethereal, and their waists were filled with five scrolls, which had already grabbed enough to pass the first stage of the competition.

"'Poison Boy'"

Zhou Shentong, Zhen Wushu stood up at a glance, horror and fear were written in his eyes, this young man was shocked that he was one of the three genius boys, the 'poisonous son' Poison Charm, and the group with super strength would give up the ambush and swagger out to face it head-on. And if you have grabbed enough scrolls and continue to snatch them, it means that you are deprived of the qualifications of other groups to advance, not only the robbed but also the other snatchers who have not grabbed enough of them, because there are no more scrolls to grab.

There seem to be only two purposes for such a move, one is to show off his great strength by killing nature, and the other is to reduce the number of advanced people and reduce the blows encountered in the second stage of the duel.

This is only the fourth day, and it is less than half of the allotted date of the tournament, and the number of reels snatched has already exceeded the allotted number, and the strength of this group is strong enough to shock the other opponents. The robes of the three Poison Sect cultivators were smooth, and the Poison Charm did not see a trace of blood and dust on his body, as if he had not fought.

Zhou Shentong and Zhen Wushu were shocked and frightened, while Doer scratched his nostrils blankly and looked indifferent, he had never heard the name of 'Third Prince' since he was a child, and muttered, 'This is really enough, there is no place to insert it when you grab it'.

The poisonous charm looked at the three of them, and the cruelty and evil under the indifferent gaze penetrated between the eyes, and there were no words after a sentence, and he slowly raised his palm to the three of them with one hand, and the corners of his mouth moved lightly as if he was reciting the magic trick. Boom, a cloud of green gas erupted out of thin air from the void space, floating in front of the poisonous ghost, and then swept towards the three people who were standing not far away.

The dark green gas not only permeates the midst of a huge poisonous evil, but also condenses the second-order 'poisonous spiritual power'. The cultivation system of the Poison Sect is only one realm less than the other four Orthodox cultivation systems, and the second-order 'Poison Spiritual Power' needs to reach the threefold realm, and the Poison Sect's threefold realm is equivalent to the fourfold cultivation of other sects.

Compared with these ordinary casual cultivators who compete for the middle cultivation rank, the quadruple realm is no longer at the same level, and it is even more jaw-dropping that a teenager who is not satisfied with the weak crown has such a cultivation at such a young age.

The poisonous gas roared like a violent wind, feeling the destruction of this huge evil and the power of the poisonous spirit, Zhou Shentong shouted, "Brothers, fight with him", anyway, if you don't fight, it will be a failure, and the blood in your heart was stirred out by the indifferent arrogance of this talented young man, Zhou Shentong and Zhen Wushu waved the 'wind sword' in their hands and slashed down.

The cold light surged several times under the urging of mana, slashing into the roaring green gas, and the seemingly fluctuating gas suddenly drifted away and turned into two balls, and then quickly rotated and condensed into two long strips of cloth, passing through the cold white light, and continuing to sweep towards the two of them. It was so fast and fast that the two of them didn't have time to do a round of counterattacks after one blow.

The palm raised by the poisonous charm clenched suddenly, and the slender gas actually materialized and rotated, entangling and binding Zhou Shentong and Zhen Wushu, and the poisonous gas that condensed the 'poisonous spiritual power' was many times stronger than the steel and iron chains. The two of them were entangled by the materialized poisonous gas, shook their arms and shoulders, and struggled violently, the 'power of the poisonous spirit' eroded into the **, grinning in pain, and screaming.

That feeling of a natural 'prophet', just when the poisonous gas burst out, Dole was already frightened by the powerful and evil force and ran away, and he had already made up his mind to run if he couldn't beat it, and didn't he use his life to grab money and rice! After a few runs, he ran to the side of the creek, and was ready to plunge into the stream with a wave.

"Brother Dole, come and save us!" Zhou Shenyong whined and howled with the last bit of strength, and Dole became his last lifesaver.

Dole stood by the stream and beat the drum in his heart, "Grandma, I can't even beat you, how can I save you?" The footsteps hesitated and hesitated, and at this moment, the poisonous charm's hands were slowly raised again, and the poisonous gas took the two of them to the air, until they were five or six feet high, and the tightly clenched hands suddenly opened and plopped, and Zhou Shentong and the two fell down heavily, raising a piece of dust, and there was no more movement.

Bang, the two scrolls inserted in Zhou Shentong's waist popped out, rolling on the ground and rolling towards Dor, and a poisonous cult cultivator standing next to the poisonous charm strode over, seemingly wanting to pick it up. Looking at the slowly rolling scrolls, and seeing the monk striding towards him, Dore's figure about to jump up and plunge into the water stopped.

'Rub, that's how you want to take the scroll!' That's what I robbed with my life, so it's not too cheap for you to take it like this! I don't want to get it if I don't get it, you don't want to get it', spread his legs and run towards the rolling scroll, running at a speed similar to the long-distance running competition with Xiang Si Zhixin on the day of the race, which is the strength of milk.

The san cultivator who strode over looked at this dry boy who seemed to be frightened, and actually turned around and ran over, and immediately understood that this kid was here to grab the scroll, and with a roar, he jumped up and leaped towards Dole. Dole was so fast that the Hot Wheels rose again at his feet, and the scrolls rolled closer to him.

Just before the big body of the loose cultivator fell, and before the big hand could catch it, Dole had already rushed to the waist of a cat and grabbed the two scrolls, turned around and rushed towards the stream, the speed was so fast, the agility of the figure, it was indeed the ancestor of the monkey.

When Sanxiu's figure fell, he saw that he had actually failed, and he was so angry that he was teased by this dry boy, and he was about to jump up again. Suddenly, the poisonous gas, which had floated and stagnated in mid-air, spun around again and whistled towards Dole's back. At the moment when the poison gas swirled and moved, Dole had already felt the evil power surging behind him, and knew that he could not defeat it. (To be continued.) )