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The sky was scarlet like a picture, the blood mist was wafting, and the whole heaven and earth were filled with a faint blood qi, swaying with the wind.

In the undulating sea of forests, the peaks are like unsheathed swords pointing straight to the sky.

A huge waterfall is like a giant dragon lying on the peaks, flowing straight down, hundreds of feet.

Under the huge gap, a rumbling deafening sound resounded in this world.

The terrifying impact was enough to shatter the rocks, and the rocks below the waterfall were as smooth as a mirror.

The white air rose from the surrounding rocks, and a thin figure could be seen sitting quietly on it.

The breeze of the mountain stream blew over the rocks, rolling up the white air that permeated the surroundings.

The long hair of the emaciated figure draped over the shoulders was also curled, revealing a rather linear-like side face, like the edges and corners carved out of the mountain stone with a sharp knife, permeated with the unique charm of men.

This kind of charm is definitely not something that Liu Dong and others can have.

The cascading waterfall crashed into the figure, the terrible force of which was enough to tear through any rock, but the emaciated figure did not move, and the thin green shirt was not even stained with any moisture, which looked extremely strange.

Abandon the green shirt, called the abandoned green shirt, but only wear a thin green shirt all year round.

Boom, boom, boom, boom echoed in the mountain stream, and the figure of the green shirt was like the rocks of the mountain stream, standing still.

It wasn't until there was a sharp sound of breaking wind in the distant sky that the abandoned green shirt slowly opened his eyes, and his deep eyes were like the night sky like ink, making people unable to extricate themselves.

The green shirt slowly got up, and the straight figure was like a sharp sword, which suddenly divided the waterfall in two.

With one hand, he took a step forward without hurrying, but the whole person appeared like a ghost a few zhang away, about a few zhang on the mountain rock, on which there was a white incense burner and celadon teacup.

Picking up the celadon teacup, the white fingers of the discarded green shirt gently plucked the tea leaves, and said lazily: "How's it going?"

"Under the deliberate actions of the disciples of the Tianya Sect, I am afraid that no one in the entire blood refining space will not know the existence of this ancient sword tomb!"

"In just a few days, the elite disciples of various sects have come towards the peak of the Sword Tomb!"

"Among them, the Sword Pavilion Sword Pavilion's Dao Sansheng and Zhuang Mengge's Meng Lingyun also appeared in the Sword Tomb Peak!"

A hoarse voice like an old man rose under the waterfall, and a ghost-like figure roared and appeared behind the abandoned green shirt.

The man's whole body was shrouded in loose black clothes, and he couldn't see the outline of his face clearly, only the eyes like poisonous snakes, cold and piercing.

"Langya Sect, Sword Pavilion, Zhuang Mengge, Hundred Feet Sect, Tianya Pavilion!" Qi Qingyi slightly picked the corners of his mouth, and his face did not have too much surprise: "No one can resist these temptations, even Dao Sansheng and Meng Lingyun can't stop it!"

Picking up the teacup, he took a sip of his shirt, his deep gaze fell on the clouds in the distance, and in the middle of the peaks, a majestic sword peak, like a thousand zhang giant sword, wanted to pierce the blood-colored sky, although it was far away, it gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

It seems that this sword peak is not a mountain peak, but a fierce sword that slaughters the world.

"Now there are only disciples left of the Hundred Feet Sect!" Under the black robe, a faint chill flashed in the snake-like eyes of the black-robed young man.

"They're coming!" Abandon the green shirt Yun said lightly, with a hint of bookish air between his eyebrows, at this moment he looks like an elegant scholar, without the edge that a warrior should have.

After a pause, Qi Qingyi seemed to remember something: "How many disciples in the sect have already arrived at the peak of the Sword Tomb?"

"There are seven hundred and sixty-three disciples in the Langya Sect, and there are four hundred and thirty-five people who belong to his own team!" the black-robed young man said without thinking.

"What about Nalan Zi Nizi?" Qi Qingyi frowned slightly, and his angular face looked extremely handsome.

"It's not here yet!" The black-robed young man glanced at the green shirt with deep meaning, and stopped talking.

"Just say whatever you want, this is not like your fangs!" Abandon Qingyi gently shook the delicate celadon teacup in his hand and chuckled.

"I never understand, why you treat Nalan Zi so well, I know that with your temperament, you will never like a woman of Nalan Zi's appearance!" There was a rare touch of fanaticism in the cold eyes of the black-robed young man: "The outer gate is too small after all, it is not your stage, if it weren't for this sword tomb peak, maybe last year, you and I would have entered the inner gate!"

"You also said that the outer gate is too small, and it is definitely not the stage for you and me!"

"Just this identity, Nalan Zi is enough to make me pay attention to it!" shrugged his shoulders casually, turned around and met the gaze of the black-robed young man, "Occasionally satisfying Na Nizi's vexatious request is also a matter of effort, not a trouble!"

"By the way, there's another interesting thing!" the tone of the young man in black suddenly became a little cheerful, and there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

"What's the matter?" said he chuckled.

"Liu Dong's son of a dog has found us!" The playful and sadistic color in the words of the black-clothed young man became more and more intense.

"Liu Dong?" Qi Qingyi's eyes were puzzled, and he immediately remembered who this Liu Dong was: "This guy is not leading hundreds of disciples in the sect, how did he find us?"

Although he didn't know what had happened, Liu Dong's team had been wiped out. The young man in black couldn't help but smile: "Now, he wants to join our team!"

"Heh, interesting!" Some disdain slowly climbed on the angular face of the abandoned green shirt: "My team that abandoned the green shirt is not something that any waste can join! The blood refining space has been open for several months, and now there are more than four thousand survivors, and only more than a hundred of these people can get out of the blood refining space, fangs, you are ready, four hundred and thirty-five people are too many!" In the end, the voice of the abandoned green shirt became a little cold, revealing a little coldness: "Sometimes, the necessary sacrifice is still necessary!"

"I know what to do, don't disturb your cultivation!" The figure of the young man in black was like a python, and disappeared into the mountain stream in half a sound.

"Qin Wumo, this is a game, who of you and I will win in this game?" The delicate teacup in the hand of the abandoned green shirt clicked and shattered, he slowly raised his head, and with a little expectation, his gaze fell on a mountain peak second only to the Thousand Zhang Sword Peak, his gaze seemed to have broken through the void, and he saw a tall figure standing proudly in the vast sea of clouds on the straight sword peak.

The vast sea of clouds, the peaks are like a lonely boat in the sea of clouds, and the raised peaks are like reefs on the coast.

A tall, towering mountain-like figure stood on the top of the Baizhang peak, his eyes looking up at the huge peak in front of him, which seemed to be a behemoth, with a little tiredness between his eyebrows.

Qin Wumo, a well-known genius of the outer sect in Tianya Pavilion.

The ink-like martial arts robe is even more upright in terms of his figure, and Qin Wumo's right hand is holding an ink pen, the ink pen is slender, as straight as a sword.

"Brother Mo, the seven hundred and sixty-three disciples of the Langya Sect, the five hundred and thirty-six disciples of the Zhuang Meng Pavilion, and the eight hundred and forty-seven disciples of the Sword Pavilion have gathered around the peaks of the Sword Tomb!" several Tianya Pavilion disciples stood cautiously behind Qin Wumo with respectful expressions.

"By tomorrow, maybe all the survivors in the blood refining space will appear, heh, more than four thousand people, this blood is enough!" Qin Wumo chuckled, the tired color between his eyebrows dissipated at this time, and even revealed a little excitement.

"It seems that the green shirt has seen some clues!" said a disciple with thin cheeks.

"If it weren't for that, how could I let me make the news of the Sword Tomb public!" Qin Wumo waved his hand, but there was a sense of confidence and domineering between his words: "He has been plotting for this Sword Tomb for a long time, and even gave up the opportunity to enter the inner door, and I, Qin Wumo, am not the same." Hmph! The inheritance in this sword tomb is destined to belong to Qin Wumo, and no one can snatch it away!" An incomparably fierce aura permeated out of Qin Wumo's body, and a little true qi could be vaguely seen circulating on his skin.

The disciples of Tianya Pavilion standing behind Qin Wumo were all clenched their fists, their eyes showing excitement, and even the disciples who spoke before said cautiously: "Brother Mo, you have already stepped into the Qi Condensing Realm?"

"Half-step condensation!" Qin Wumo said lightly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing some arrogance that was difficult to hide......

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