"Bang!"

The monk who had already reached the level of the Sword Sect, his speed was extremely fast, and he slapped it at Chu Qingcheng with one palm.

No one knew what means he used, and as his palm fell, Chu Qingcheng's whole person had already entered a state of stupor.

"Quick, do it!"

Having successfully subdued Chu Chengcheng, the Sword Sect monk shouted urgently at his other companion.

The monk who was also strong and dressed in gray clothes was just about to link the strange bottle in his hand to Chu Qingcheng's body......

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out.

"Get out of here!"

The person who drank heavily was none other than Duan Feng, who rushed over quickly.

In the field, except for Duan Feng, who reacted the fastest, even the purple-robed old man hadn't reacted yet, and he didn't know what was happening.

"Stinky boy, this is our Soul Demon Sect's business, if you don't want to die, I advise you: don't meddle in your business!"

Seeing this, the Sword Sect powerhouse snorted coldly.

"Soul Demon Sect, you are really ghostly, I will take care of this matter, master!"

Duan Feng sneered, and the spiritual power in his body gathered on his palms, and then, without hesitation, he bombarded out.

"Eight Extremes Collapse!"

Seeing Duan Feng's terrifying palm strength, the gray-clothed monk didn't dare to ignore it, and immediately put his palms on it.

"Boom~"

The two palms collided, and a huge wave of qi spread rapidly.

The two of them each took dozens of steps backwards before they could stabilize their figures.

"Stinky boy, you're looking for death!"

Seeing that the actions of himself and the others were blocked, the figure of the Sword Sect powerhouse flashed, and he had already appeared in front of Duan Feng's eyes.

The dry claws were grabbed out violently.

"Qiang Qiang~~"

Duan Feng's reaction was fast enough to put the Xuanzhong ruler behind him in front of him.

However, the spiritual power of the Sword Sect powerhouse was indeed much stronger, and this blow still shook Duan Feng back.

Of course, Duan Feng's series of behaviors still smoothly delayed time.

"Stop!"

The purple-robed old man shouted angrily, and his figure was illusory, and he was already in front of the gray-clothed monk.

"This is the Sword Ranking Competition, what the two of you have done has broken the rules, and I announce now: You have been eliminated directly!"

The purple-robed old man glanced at the gray-clothed monk and the Sword Sect monk, and said indifferently.

"Hehe, elimination, you can't stop me!"

The monk whose strength had reached the level of the Sword Sect sneered, and then, with a flip of his palm, a token appeared in his hand.

This token is pitch black, surrounded by many obscure runes, and in the center of it, there is a large eye-catching letter.

'Blood'!

"You...... You are actually from the Soul Demon Sect?"

When the purple-robed old man saw the token, he subconsciously took two steps back, and there was deep horror in his eyes.

This was true not only of the purple-robed old man, but also of the high-level of the twelve ancient forces of the tenth layer of the Xuanbing Temple.

Obviously, they didn't expect that this time in the Sword List Competition, there would be people from the Soul Demon Sect participating.

What shocked them even more was that they were still holding the highest specification token of the Soul Demon Sect.

'Blood Kill Order!'

The so-called blood killing order, as the name suggests, is the qi and blood that the Soul Demon Sect has to get when it dies.

Obviously, they came prepared this time, and their target was very simple, it was Chu Chengcheng.

To be precise, it was Chu Chengcheng's qi and blood after releasing the body.

Dragon's Blood!