"Come and see, there's a kid over there, fighting in the canyon!"

A disciple of a family who had died greeted his companions as if he had discovered a new continent.

"There are more fights, what is there to see!"

The companion replied dissatisfiedly:

"In the decisive battle here, Wanguiyi used the peerless treasure book to directly crush three enemy generals, forced back a hundred enemy soldiers, and the power of the first battle reached the sky!

"But ......"

The man was about to say something, but was interrupted by his companion again, and said:

"What's the matter, Duogu observes the imprints of other masters, so as to deepen your knowledge of sealing, which will be of great benefit to you in the future, although you have been eliminated, but it is not that you have not entered the refining workshops of some families!"

His companions, like most of the eliminated children, all focused their attention on Wan Gui Yi, attracted by his heroism, and refused to even move their eyes, eager to run directly to the battlefield and put their two eyes on Wan Gui Yi.

Seeing that his companion ignored him, he had no choice but to mutter:

"That boy has already killed more than a thousand people, and it doesn't seem to have stopped at all!"

"What?"

Hearing this, the companion with sharper ears than anyone else turned his head to look at the companion who had joined the refining conference with him and was eliminated together, as if he didn't know him, and asked:

"More than a thousand, or did he kill it alone? Are you sure you're not joking?"

"Ahem, yes, there are more than a thousand people, and there is an enemy general, all of them were killed by him alone, and no one is going to help him!"

When the man saw his companion looking at him, he was immediately full of excitement, and replied with righteous words, as if it was not the boy who killed the man, but himself.

"Is it so powerful? Even ten thousand to one, it was only with the cooperation of others that he killed so many soldiers, he can do thousands of people with a small boy, you lied to the ghost!"

He shifted his gaze to the canyon in disbelief, only to see that the enemy troops were densely packed in the middle of the canyon, and he didn't see anything, he glanced at his companion suspiciously, but under the firm eyes of his companion, he continued to look for the so-called boy, and finally saw the erratic boy in the crowd.

I saw this young man shuttling and flickering among the ten thousand armies, and from time to time stretched out a room, stabbing an enemy soldier, and this soldier seemed to be stupid, and had no sense of resistance at all, just watching the long sword slash through his throat, and then his head fell to the ground, and he didn't blink an eye.

As Xiang Mo was killed more and more, more and more people turned their eyes over, amazed by his skills, and even asked about his background, but none of the thousands of disciples here called this young man's family, and he didn't even know his name, only one person seemed to think of something, and muttered:

"Is it possible...... Is it him?"

As soon as the man's voice fell, he was surrounded by people and asked:

"Who is he, tell me?"

"Which big family is it? It's not from Honglin County, it's the Imperial City, is it one of the eight great families in the Imperial City?"

"If not, then what kind of hidden family, or what famous Indian and French masters or descendants of military generals who have become famous all over the world?"

"You're going to talk about it!"

Surrounded by so many people, this person was also a little flustered, so he had to tremble and say:

"He doesn't seem to have a family, he's a commoner!"

"What, civilians, how is that possible?"

"Are you kidding, a civilian can come to the refining conference, even if he can, with his strength, he can kill so many enemies? and stab him in the neck, it's a bit too exaggerated! I know, you must be talking nonsense!"

......

Many people didn't believe it, and asked questioningly, this person was also puzzled, and could only explain:

"I don't believe it when I say it, but that young man came here yesterday, and he also made a seal mage seal, and even left a mark on the big iron gate of the Refining Immortal Pavilion, and even the pavilion master personally asked, how could I talk nonsense!"

"This ......"

The people fell silent for a moment, and looked at the boy again, with something different in their eyes.

At this moment, there were several more disciples in their crowd, it was the disciple who had just been eliminated, and when they saw someone talking about Xiang Mo, one of the guys with thick eyebrows and big eyes happily participated, pointing to an iron man corpse and said excitedly:

"Let's talk about that young man, hey, we just got eliminated from the canyon, haven't you seen it, how powerful that young man is, did you see the military general lying on the ground?"

When everyone heard this, they first looked at a guy, someone recognized him as Ma Huaiti of the Ma family, and then looked for his finger and looked at a place in the canyon where the corpses were lying there, and sure enough, they saw an enemy general with a Guan knife and dressed completely different from the soldiers around him, lying on the ground, his head tilted to the side, and he couldn't die anymore.

"The boy just swung his sword and cut off this guy's head, and the speed was so fast, we didn't even see how he made the move!"

"A sword, you tell the story, Ma Daha!"

One couldn't help but jump out and scare.

Ma Huaitie was always careless in doing things, because he was tall, and he always laughed a few times when he spoke, so he was nicknamed Ma Daha.

Seeing that someone dared to despise himself like this, Ma Huaiti was not happy, and shouted angrily:

"Zhou Changmao, you said that I am a book, you ask so many friends here and ask them to tell if the young man beheaded the fierce general with a sword!"

Zhou Changmao is one of his sworn enemies, and he is also a friend who has been making trouble together since he was a child, the two met either fighting or fighting, and he has never been born in peace.

Those people's eyes suddenly turned angry, and they said righteously:

"What Brother Ma said is true, I waited for a few others to be besieged, and I thought that I would definitely die, but this young man was like a god who was born to descend, and suddenly appeared, and before we could react, he cut off the head of the fierce general with a sword skin!"

When everyone heard this, they immediately fell silent, and once again looked at the young man who was struggling to kill in the crowd, and couldn't help but feel a little more awe.

Regardless of whether what they said was true or not, this young man did kill a fierce general, which is difficult for even the best of those disciples to do, you must know that although the strength of these fierce generals is uneven, it will not be lower than that of Ning Yuan Realm, and with the bonus of the seal, it is far better than the average elite disciple.

It's just that he is now under siege and at the end of his rope, can he still escape?

Even if he kills a lot, kills generals, and destroys thousands of people, but in the end, he is beheaded and eliminated, and the first level is only judged by life and death, not by achievements, death is elimination, even if it is said to break the sky, there is no chance to continue.

Will Xiang Mo be eliminated?

Seeing that he was surrounded by enemies, no one would think that he would be spared, unless the immortals descended or the enemies retreated, this heroic handsome man would become a part of them sooner or later,

Everyone simply stopped paying attention and continued to move their eyes to the grassland, everyone envied the strong, everyone liked the strong, and there were real strong people, and only then did they have the full strength to live and continue.

The few children who came out of the canyon just now ignored these people, they did not hesitate to refuel on the sidelines, although everyone knew that Xiang Mo could not hear them cheering here, but they were still willing to cheer for this young talent who had just emerged.

When they were most helpless and desperate, it was this teenager who gave them hope and the courage to continue to fight, although they were eliminated in the end, but after such a baptism, I believe that they will continue to go on firmly in the future.

"Don't die, boy, you're so powerful, wouldn't it be a pity if you died here and quit the conference!"

A young disciple bit his lip and made a complicated gesture in his hand to pray to Mo.

All that remained in the eyes of more young children was the light and perseverance that pulsed from time to time, which was the gaze of the hero, and the fire that moved the greatness of the hero shone in it.

Xiang Mo couldn't feel this, because his blood was already about to burn dry, and he wouldn't continue to boil at all, so he could only burn in vain, squeezing out the last trace of energy.

There were so many soldiers in front of him that there were so many that they were the only ones in their eyes except for the blue sky.

This feeling is undoubtedly boring, and what is even more boring is the repetition of the same tricks, albeit from different directions, but the ultimate target of the long sword in his hand is their neck.

This feeling reminded Xiang Mo of himself when he practiced swords, and the same was true.

It's just that with the increase in his strength, the pressure in front of him is also increasing, and it is no longer the kind of time when he dances the sword out of thin air and painstakingly experiences the sword intent, but he still feels the same pain and fatigue.

His vision gradually began to blur, and the soldiers around him became a dark shadow, and his eyes could no longer see anything, only his ears were left to perceive.

However, the boring and repetitive sound of metal clashing continued to ravage his ears, and gradually his ears began to numb, and he lost his reaction to everything.

In the end, all that remains is feeling, a subconscious feeling, the feeling of the wind, the feeling of murder, and the feeling of the mind.

Xiang Mo felt that his soul seemed to be separated from the body of the little iron man, floating into the sky, silently staring at the little iron man who was constantly swinging his sword and killing people below, as if everything it did had nothing to do with him, and he was a bystander, a record, and a spectator.

As he ascended higher and higher, the distance between heaven and earth and him had become very close at some point, and sometimes he even felt that he could touch the blue sky as soon as he stretched out his hand, and he could step on the earth with a stomp of his feet, but he was obviously still in the air, far away from heaven and earth.