Everyone's eyes were staring into the sky, staring deeply at the blood-colored shells in the sky, and there was depression in their hearts.

Blood, blood again...

The dazzling blood, the warriors present have seen a lot, and even some of them are bloodthirsty maniacs who kill people like hemp and destroy the nine clans without blinking.

But now looking at the blood-colored shells in the air, it is impossible to relax.

Because most of the people they kill on weekdays are under the strong people of the Martial King Realm, to put it bluntly, they are just bullying and bullying weak and humble weak warriors.

It's just that in the shells in the air in front of him, there are three powerhouses in the middle realm of the Martial Sect.

In the middle of the martial arts sect, it was an incomparable existence under hundreds of thousands of martial kings, and even to describe it from heaven to earth, it was an insult to this realm.

In the vast and vast Cangyun Heavenly Domain, there are as many as 10 billion martial artists who have stepped into martial arts cultivation.

It can be said that it is dense and endless.

However, so many cultivators who have successfully broken through the shackles, stepped into the realm of martial arts, and become the powerhouses at the peak of the Cangyun Heavenly Domain, there are not even more than a hundred.

Just such a number is enough to see the difference.

Such a proportion shows the rarity of the strong people of the Martial Sect, as well as the terrifying strength.

But what they saw today, all kinds of blood, made them subvert the mystery and loftiness of the martial arts realm powerhouses in their eyes.

Especially the violent and ferocious of the flame poison fire spirit, he didn't even use any means, just pinched it in the palm of his hand, which can be said to kill the strong people of the martial arts sect in the same realm, such as slaughtering pigs and dogs.

Not only that, but also...

At the foot of Sword Peak, the powerhouse of the early stage realm of the Martial Sect who climbed there and would never get up, wasn't it the same?

The long bloodstains dragged out behind him, like a dry blood-colored riverbed, piercing scars, weren't they the last words of his life?

The two are almost the same, there is no difference.

All of them didn't even draw their swords, and they had already entered the path of death.

The martial artists of the Chopping Yue Sword Sect, the Supreme Elder of the Chopping Yue Sword Sect, faced with the martial artists of the same realm, they were not qualified to draw their swords, how ironic is this?

But it was such an ironic scene that appeared clearly in front of them.

It turns out that the martial artists in the realm of Wuzong are not invincible existences, and they are also in front of the strong, humble as ants, and the poor have no room for resistance.

Next, there was this blood-colored shell, and they didn't know what kind of killing feast it would present to them when it was opened.

But there is no doubt that it will be thrilling.

"Hum..."

The blood-colored shell trembled slightly, and the blood-colored lines on it, which had just returned to calm, began to ripple again, but did not open, but slowly began to fade back.

The color of blood fades, and the crystal color grows thicker.

In just a few breaths, the shells covered by blood-colored lines actually returned to their crystal pure white appearance, and even a little bit of brilliance flickered endlessly.

"Whew..."

With the breeze blowing, the crystal shells in the air trembled slightly, and began to shake gently like jelly.

Finally, it gradually lightens and dissolves into wisps of mist, which dissipates into the air with the breeze.

"Zheng..."

Suddenly, a long sword trembled slightly, and from the gradually drifting water mass, there was a sharp trembling sound, attracting the eyes of the martial artists from all directions.

Especially the martial artists of the Slashing Yue Sword Sect were even more excited.

There is a sword sound, which means that the person is still alive, maybe this

It was they who won the game once.

Although it is a little indecent to say it in World War II, it finally won and won a game.

"Snort, snort..."

Immediately afterward, two sharp wind-breaking sounds suddenly burst out of the water mass, and the direction they went was exactly where the disciples of the Yue Sword Sect were.

Almost in a flash, it was inserted in front of them.

The long sword shook softly, but before the many disciples of the Slashing Yue Sword Sect could see it clearly, there were fine cracks on the sword, densely packed.

"Bang!"

With a crisp sound, the two long swords inserted in front of the warriors were directly shattered, turning into pieces of residue and falling to the ground.

For a moment, the martial artist of the Slashing Yue Sword Sect's face stiffened, he was stunned on the spot, and his eyes trembled blankly, and he couldn't believe what he saw in front of him at all.

"Tapp..."

There was a soft sound in the sky, and the sound of light footsteps echoed in everyone's ears.

I saw the Ice River Demon standing in the sky, with a coquettish smile on his face, and looked meaningfully in the direction of the Sword Sect, and then retreated.

However, compared to the previous two games, the face of the Ice River Demon was obviously a little pale, and it seemed that it had taken a lot of effort and a lot of money.

In the air, seeing the Ice River Demon coming back, Jun Yi also praised her a little, so he asked her to sit cross-legged and cultivate, not to leave the source of the disaster.

The Su family, the Flying Flower Palace, and the martial artists of Beitianque all put down the hearts they had just mentioned, and breathed a deep sigh of relief.

But compared to them, the martial artists of the Slashing Yue Sword Sect had a gloomy face, and their sword hearts began to crack.

Lost, lost again...

How can they accept that the way of the sword, which they are so proud of, is that they are so humble that they are not qualified to draw the sword in front of these people?

If they fight in battle, they can't draw their swords, so what are they practicing kendo for?

Jun Yi and the others had reached their peak at this moment, and the sword momentum gathered by the warriors of the Slashing Yue Sword Sect was suppressed until it collapsed.

But even so, Jun Yi still stood silently and did not forcibly step into the scope of the Slashing Yue Sword Sect.

The more critical things get, the more you have to be able to endure them.

If there is a slight mistake, not to mention the achievements that Jun Yi has sought for thousands of years, along with Mo Yiqian and other companions who followed him, will be buried here.

With Jun Yi's current means, if he can find a mysterious attack from the ghost tomb, he will definitely be able to sweep away all kinds of crises and kill the Yue Sword Sect without leaving a piece of armor.

But this is not your own means after all, it is just a charity from others.

A warrior, if he does not have the heart of a strong man, which means that he wants to rely on others, how can he become the overlord of one side and stand up to a piece of heaven and earth?

Even if the ghost tomb mysteriously agreed to Jun Yi's request, how could he afford this kind of behavior of not solving the difficulties by himself, and begging others to help?

Having said that, even if the ghost tomb is mysterious, he can shoot again and again, helping Jun Yi sweep away all the crises ahead, and let him grow to a certain extent.

I'm afraid, this is also the time when the ghost tomb is mysterious and needs to leave.

If the ghost tomb is mysteriously gone, how should Jun Yi go after that?

When encountering danger, how should it be solved?

Do you continue to ask for someone, who do you ask?

In the world of martial artists, where is there pure friendship, and where is there help for no reason?

I'm afraid that if someone really helps, they will take advantage of the situation to eat him without even the dregs, right?

In the world of warriors, there is no cause and effect

is not based on absolute strength, otherwise the gap in mood will never let others look at it, and even I don't have the confidence to open my eyes and look at each other.

Especially after the shocking changes of the bloody night thousands of years ago, Jun Yi understands this truth.

Therefore, he has been laying out and preparing for the past thousand years, just to remove any factors that may be exposed or give birth to accidents.

Among them, he has never counted the ghost tomb mysteriously in it.

Jun Yi also has his own pride, and has his own firmness, as well as his own beliefs, otherwise how would the emperor recognize him as the master?

A peck and a drink are all cause and effect.

......

The fog is thick and ethereal.

He was originally a proud and domineering bitter sword master, but now he is no longer the original arrogance, what he sees in his eyes is illusory, and his eyes are hazy everywhere he looks.

In this dense fog where he couldn't get out and couldn't find anyone, he was already trapped and bored to the extreme.

Not only that, but more of a grievance that he has nowhere to vent in his heart.

He was a powerhouse in the late realm of the Martial Sect, one of the four great sword masters of the Cutting Yue Sword Sect, and he was constantly teased and played with by the two hairy juniors in the early realm of the Martial Sect.

In just half an hour, the clothes on his body have gone from being a mere half an inch of drunkenness at the beginning, to countless now, and even the clothes on the robe have been cut off a lot.

Today's clothes, where is the clothes? It is clearly a piece of rag, a strip of rag that has been temporarily intertwined, and at most it is just to protect Ichigo's body.

The Sword Master of Bitter Doom has been cultivating for almost two thousand years, and he has never been so embarrassed except when he first cultivated.

Especially when I think of what he said to the drunken madness at the beginning, the words he swore were now a joke that made people laugh.

"Ugh..."

At this time, the Sword Master of Bitter Misfortune sighed, and no longer struggled, directly pestle the long sword, stepped into the thick fog, slowly closed his eyes, and kept muttering in his mouth: "All my past, all compassion, all my looking back, all suffering..."

With the words coming out of his mouth, the aura on his body gradually became weird, and wisps of gray mist slowly rose from the long sword in his hand, and then lingered on his body.

The aura of compassion and misery that overflowed him became a little stronger.

Not only that, but as this breath became thicker and thicker, the surrounding mist was affected, and the speed of ups and downs became a little slow.

At this moment, it seems that these mist have given birth to feelings, and they have become compassionate because of misery, and the heavy emotions have limited their movement speed.

In the mist, Jiang Han's indifferent eyes came out silently.

He actually appeared directly not far behind the Sword Master of Misery, holding the Phantom Killing Dagger, looking at him quietly, and then quietly walked forward.

In the scope of this mist, Jiang Han is mist, mist is nature, and it is the origin of the world.

Jiang Han walked slowly, and the whole person was like a ghost, standing silently behind the Sword Lord of Misery, the distance between the two was less than a foot, as long as he raised his hand slightly, he could send the phantom dagger into his back heart.

There is no hesitation, and there is no mood fluctuation.

The dagger was raised lightly and fell slowly.

It's just that when Jiang Han's dagger was about to touch the heart of the bitter sword master, the long sword held by it was weirdly pulled out the sword flower, and it was actually one step ahead of Jiang Han, and stabbed her in the chest with a backhand.