As the mountain pressed down, the violent force shook, making the surrounding sky viscous, like a quagmire, making it difficult for people to stop.

An Shunjing was frightened and wanted to dodge away, but his movements were slow.

If you insist on it, you will definitely be seriously injured by the mountain.

"Look for death!"

An Shunjing's nose shrunk, his eyes were round with anger, and there was a wild power boiling in his body, which instantly filled his limbs and hundreds of remains, helping him break free from the shackles of the mountains.

He held up his big hand and condensed his giant palm to meet it.

"Boom!"

The mountains were as heavy as the sky, and after a little stalemate, the big hands that crushed them cracked.

At the same time, a pale blue brilliance quietly appeared around An Shunjing, and then it flowed like a hurricane, turning into wisps of silk lines that lingered, and he actually used his strength to pull him to the side.

The mountains pressed down, and the mighty waves shook all directions, but they didn't hit.

An Shunjing's long hair was flying, revealing a solemn expression, looking at the place where he was standing, his eyes couldn't help but show some jealousy.

But before he could retract his gaze, he saw a gray light flowing from the corner of his eye, surging like a long river, turning into a long whip and pulling it down in the distance.

"Knives!"

An Shunjing reached out with his big hand, slammed it in the void, and the brilliance flashed sharply for a moment, then he raised a wide blade and slashed it with a roar: "Shattered!"

Its big knife is cut down, and the sword of heaven and earth is a line, as if it crosses the space, and it is fierce and magnificent.

But the next moment, before the knife was even cut off, the hideous expression on An Shunjing's face stiffened, and his neck and head turned around with difficulty.

I saw the pure white clothes, and I got close to the eyes.

"Hum..."

The clothes hung down, and Jun Yi's indifferent face fell in An Shunjing's eyes, and with it, there was a raised Shen Wei big hand, which fell heavily.

"Boom!"

An Shunjing felt that it was dark in front of him, and then the sky was spinning, and everything was chaotic.

The whole person was like a falling star, slamming to the ground, and was directly embedded in the open pit by the huge force in Jun Yi's hand, and his life was weak.

Even though he was unconscious, he was still spitting blood in his mouth, and it was obvious that his life was short.

The confrontation between the two was really unexpected, almost in a crushing way, the winner and loser, and even life and death.

Seeing this, the martial artists gathered under the fog tree of the Hundred Illusion Dao all shook their eyelids unconsciously.

Even Guan Chen and Yao Qiwen opened their eyes and looked at Jun Yi with interest, dissipating the casualness of Fang Cai, and Mu Miaolan, who was watching from afar, was also surprised.

In the early days of Wuzun, the gap between the two was a little too big.

"Tapp..."

Jun Yi turned around and looked indifferently at Yu Feng, who had retreated from the passage and was standing in the distance, obviously had no intention of stopping, so that the coercion around him became more and more amazing.

Yu Feng, who was holding a half-dead and inactive warrior, saw Jun Yi's gaze, shook his body unnaturally, raised his hand with jealousy and sent out the figure, and after calming down, he said in a deep voice: "Guiyi Villa Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon is clumsy. ”

Jun Yi took over the figure with one hand, it was Zhan Lingqian, one of the top ten generals, compared to Xiang Qiping, he was too miserable, almost half of his feet stepped into the ghost gate, and now he is still in a coma.

He raised his hand to roll up the breeze, wrapped Zhan Lingqian and sent him to Hu Bai's place, and then looked at Yu Feng again.

Looking at the coldness in Jun Yi's eyes, Yu Feng was unwilling, and subconsciously clenched his fists, but when he saw An Shunjing's fate on the side, the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

The strength of him and An Shunjing is about the same, since the other party can easily solve An Shunjing, then he is nothing in the eyes of the other party.

If you force it, I'm afraid it's just a shame on yourself.

As soon as he thought of this, he let go of his palm, then raised his hand and flipped it slightly, and threw a storage ring towards Jun Yi: "These things should be regarded as an apology." ”

The face of the Quartet Warrior changed, but he didn't expect Yu Feng to bow his head.

And Phantom Xiaoyi, who was standing beside Meng Hongchen, showed a look of relief on his face, and even a little proud, as if he had a bad breath.

Jun Yi stretched out his hand to take the apology, and his divine sense invaded the ring, and he couldn't help but stare at it.

Three Emperor-level top-grade spirit grasses, and one Emperor-level top-grade spirit grass.

I have to say that Yu Feng's apology to Jun Yi is not heavy.

"Not as an example. ”

Jun Yi took a deep look at Yu Feng, took away the strong pressure in his body, and turned back.

This Yu Feng Neng was so forbearing, which really surprised Jun Yi, but he also remembered him.

Being able to bow his head calmly in front of so many Tianjiao can be represented by the four words "Nengeng", which is really extraordinary, far from being comparable to An Shunjing, a fool.

When the surrounding warriors saw Jun Yi stop, they felt a little regretful in their hearts, and they all wanted to see more of the excitement and spend a boring time waiting.

However, the three of them also looked at Yu Feng, obviously not low in their evaluation, but that's all.

Yu Feng turned a deaf ear to the eyes around him, his figure fell on An Shunjing's side, and with a sigh in his heart, he helped him collect the corpse, and everyone's eyelids jumped.

It's not that there is a big taboo about collecting corpses, but the meaning behind his behavior is extraordinary, and even makes people smell some subtle flavors.

The coldness on Phantom Xiaoyi's face became more and more intense.

However, none of this had anything to do with Jun Yi, he took out a few pills and put them into Zhan Lingqian's mouth, and after his breathing was stable, he ignored it and turned his head to look at the Hundred Illusion Dao Mist Tree.

With the passage of time, most of the warriors who communicated here were replaced by sound transmission, and the sporadic sounds of threes and twos were extremely abrupt, which made the atmosphere a little depressing. The only Chinese network

This also means that the ripening time of Daowu tea leaves is much closer.

The six clusters of light on the Hundred Illusion Dao Mist Tree gradually became transparent, like a crystal ball growing on the tree, and there was a mysterious aura circulating inside, converging towards the center.

After a while, there was a leaf-like Qiyun leaf, which gathered and emerged, and suddenly provoked the warriors below to get up together, and their eyes were full of hot shortness of breath.

"Daowu tea is about to ripen!"

The power in the bodies of the warriors fluctuated, and there were subtleties lingering around their bodies, and they were obviously ready to make a move.

For a while, the void was cold, and in the atmosphere of mountain rain coming, you could even smell the smell of blood, which was rotten and pungent, making people chill.

However, Guan Chen still closed his eyes and reclined, Yao Qiwen hugged the beauty with a strong smile, and Mu Miaolan, who was standing under the tree, never opened his eyes, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

But everyone knew in their hearts that they were bound to do it.

"Hum..."

At this time, the halo of light in the six light clusters was unified, and a seemingly ordinary leaf was formed, on which the pale green color was extinguished, overflowing with a refreshing fragrance.

The faint fragrance overflowed, making the martial artists under the tree fascinated, and they even felt that the spiritual power in their bodies was surging, and they were about to break through the realm on the spot.

As the fragrance spreads, the red and blue light in the mist rises and falls, as if the glass is dreamy, ethereal and gorgeous.

At the same time, there were also figures shot out of it.

"Daowu Tea!"

The figures of dozens of martial artists fell, looking at the six mysterious changes on the Hundred Illusion Dao Mist Tree, a terrifying brilliance erupted in their eyes, and they laughed loudly: "Hahaha, it's better to come early than to come by chance." ”

The temptation of Dao Wu Tea is extraordinary, and it actually makes people ignore the surrounding warriors.

He took one step forward, surrounded by a violent wave of qi, and rushed straight towards the Hundred Illusion Dao Mist Tree, reaching out and grabbing one of the tea leaves.

The terrifying power crushed the Quartet, and the continuous frenzy made what everyone saw become illusory, as if it was inevitable.

Jun Yi's eyes were slightly condensed, and he could naturally see that he was also in the early stage of Wuzun, but his strength was much stronger than Fan Han and others.

It's just that everyone watched the warrior rush forward, but they didn't mean to stop it, most of them crossed their arms, and their faces showed a playful ridicule.

"This tea is mine!"

The warrior laughed loudly, his face was fanatical, but he was not a brainless person, before the big hand reached into the light cluster, it was covered with a layer of spiritual power, and then there were scales and armor born from the skin and flesh, like a lizard, and the shape was hideous.

"Huh..."

But at this moment, a cold light suddenly appeared, as if it came out of thin air, flashing in front of the warrior's eyes.

The warrior's gaze froze, the arrogant expression on his face became stiff and dry, and then his pupils trembled, and he looked at his outstretched hand in horror, and when he reached the light cluster, it actually broke from his wrist.

Blood gushed out like a spring of blood with a severed hand, reflecting a poignant pattern in the air.

"Ah!!h

"My hands, my hands..."

The warrior screamed miserably, as if he was too frightened, his pale face was like a flood of cold sweat, and he couldn't stop rushing out, and the whole person stumbled to the ground.

Everyone laughed at him for being cowardly, but when they saw him now, they couldn't laugh anymore.

It was clear that he had only broken his hand, but in a short time, his arm was much shorter, already short to the joint of his elbow, as if some terrible existence was devouring his flesh.

If it is not stopped, I am afraid that the whole person will be wiped out in this weirdness and turn into nothingness.

The warrior was also frightened for a while, and the first time he came back to his senses, he drew his knife and broke his arm, and cut it off at his shoulder.

The severed arm fell to the ground, but it was gone in a few breaths.

Seeing that the warrior was frightened and retreated, after a pause, he covered his shoulders and turned around with difficulty, looking at the blue-shirted young man who was hugging a beauty under the light group, as if he wanted to question something, but he moved his lips and couldn't say a word.

Yao Qiwen felt something, his eyes opened a gap, he bit the spirit fruit that the beauty sent into his mouth, looked at the martial artist with a lazy sideways look, and chuckled lowly: "What's the matter?"

The simple four words, but in the ears of the warrior, they were like a flood beast, so startled that he retreated a few steps, and did not dare to say a word, so he turned around and fled in a hurry.

It was as if he had given up the idea of competing for Daowu tea.

"Heh, it's pretty self-aware. ”

Yao Qiwen didn't mean to laugh at this, he was just stating the facts.

Not only him, but the martial artists who watched the excitement around him also unconsciously weighed it in their hearts, secretly calculating whether they were qualified to come forward to compete.

After all, there were hundreds of people present, but there were only six Daowu tea leaves.

Compared with Yao Qiwen's attitude, then the official Chen of Chongxiao Pavilion and the intention of Mu Miaolan of the Mu family do not need to be talked about.

If you get rid of the three people, there will only be three Daowu tea leaves left.

"Hum..."

Everyone was thinking in their hearts that the dreamlike mist around them began to flow again, as if they had given birth to consciousness, and they were cheering and jumping.

The six clusters of brilliance on the high hanging tree also began to converge and entered the tea leaves.

For a while, there seemed to be a saint whispering in heaven and earth, and bursts of ethereal words came out, which continued to sink into the ears of the warriors, making everyone quiet and stand with their eyes closed.

Even the three of them were no exception, with pious and solemn expressions.

"Tapp..."

But at this moment, an abrupt sound of falling footsteps woke everyone up, and when they raised their eyes, there was a young man in white who seemed to have been called, closed his eyes, and slowly approached Daowu Tea.