In the center of the battlefield, the pattern has already been set, there are not many people here, but after such a long time, it is not only the fierce fighting outside, but once the people here fight, it is even more terrifying, and the power of the martial saint is often devastating. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At the earliest, there were many half-saints here, they were strong, if they had a holy domain cultivation, I am afraid that they would not be much worse than those martial saints, or even stronger, relying on their strong strength, they also coveted the only place, but unfortunately they still couldn't resist those martial saints after all, and then the center of the battlefield was closed, and they couldn't escape, they could only be enemies with a group of martial saints.

Under difficult conditions, many people have already died, but there are also people who have become more and more courageous, not only survived, but also broke through the holy realm, and the strong strength is that those who were martial saints before coming here must also retreat three points.

Yang Di sat on the top of the mountain, the iron rod on the ground leaned on his shoulder casually, his arm rested on the iron bar, and his eyes looked into the distance.

"Sure enough, those guys outside will still come in, and the quarantine has been lifted!"

Thinking of this, Yang Di seemed to think of the first days, when the demi-saint had a miserable life, there was a threat to his life at any time, and he was as powerful as he almost died, but ...... Those who chased him at the beginning are now dead, and there are too few people on the entire battlefield who can be his enemy now.

In the center of the battlefield, he Yang Di is a legend, a legend who completely uses his own strength, who would have thought that the demi-saint who used to be like a rat crossing the street, now even a martial saint has to retreat three points when he sees it, for fear that this killing god will accidentally have a killing intent.

"Zhou Kang, go catch some people and come back!" Yang Di suddenly stretched and spoke casually.

"Arrest people, those people are probably only half-saints, and the martial saints are estimated to be pitiful, what do you want them to do?" Zhou Kang was quietly guarding behind Yang Di when he didn't speak, and he couldn't help but wonder when he heard the words.

"It's nothing, there are still a lot of inheritances here, it's just right to catch some and be coolies!" Yang Di said.

Zhou Kang suddenly understood what Yang Di meant, and grinned: "Okay, I haven't moved my muscles and bones for a long time." ”

He is the one who took refuge in Yang Di very early, and with the help of Yang Di, he has his current strength, and it is precisely because of Yang Di's protection that in the middle of the battlefield where the battle is raging, not many people dare to do anything to him, even if he has the opportunity to make a move, he has to weigh Yang Di, the terrible god of killing.

Especially after his only companion, another of Yang Di's subordinates was killed, Yang Di went on a killing spree, but anyone who was suspected was killed, he Zhou Kang was safer, and now he didn't know that Yang Di was a calf protector?

"Hurry up, don't rub it off, while there is still time, our strength can be stronger!" Yang Di said impatiently.

Zhou Kang said yes again and again, he knew that Yang Di was a popular candidate for the Imperial Holy War quota, I am afraid that Yang Di's heart is more than that, the better his performance, the more he can determine this quota, not just a popular candidate.

......

On the other side, in the center of the battlefield, a figure sat alone in the empty valley, his hair was meticulously coiled, too far away, he didn't know what was happening now, but even if he knew, he was afraid that he was not interested, and his indifferent eyes had a feeling of being overwhelmed by the cold...... He was waiting, waiting for the last moment to come, as if nothing else could cause him to fluctuate in the slightest.

Apparently he was a master in the center of the battlefield, and like him, there were several others who were also looking in the same direction, which was the very center of the battlefield, and had been sealed off since the first person stepped over.

Thinking of this, there was finally a trace of fluctuation in their eyes, and a wave of unwillingness surged into their hearts.

However, they have no other choice but to be unwilling.

And people like them are still a minority after all, most of them are still fighting, their goal is very simple, to pull down those who are self-righteous, in their opinion, there is no eternal invincibility, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves will eventually be shot to death on the beach.

For that level of competition, Nie Yun obviously didn't need to know about it for the time being, he was busy trying to get familiar with this place.

All the way to the center of the battlefield, the direction is slightly biased to the south, not for anything else, just to have a chance to meet Mu Bai, after Mu Bai left, he inquired, since Mu Bai is not in the Eastern District, then he must have escaped from Lei Zhuang to chase and kill, and he did not come back when he went to the Southern District, and he would not go out of the Southern District when he counted the time.

The situation is not good, he didn't set foot here at the beginning, no matter how powerful the person is, he is a half-saint, Nie Yun is still confident in self-preservation, and when he arrives here, not only is the martial saint, I am afraid that there are also the best among the martial saints, and the strength is even more terrifying, and even if it is just some people who have just stepped into the holy realm, they are strong enough.

Compared with ordinary cultivators, the strength of the Martial Saint has already turned into the Holy Force, and it has completed the final transformation, and it is no longer possible to use people to look at it, and the Half-Saint is like an ant in front of the Martial Saint.

In such a situation, Nie Yun couldn't help but think of Mu Bai, with a trustworthy person, even if the situation is not good, it can be regarded as a response.

Of course, Nie Yun also knew that if he wanted to meet Mu Bai, he could only depend on luck.

Suddenly, a figure appeared, stopped in front, and threw several daggers, which was very amazing, and the sound of breaking the sky was particularly harsh, like piercing gold and cracking stones.

Nie Yun didn't expect that the first person he met would actually be to shoot at him, and he couldn't help but smile faintly, and between the slight movements of his body, he flashed the daggers one by one, and the opponent couldn't help gritting his teeth when he saw this scene: "It's just a little bit!"

But he didn't know that this was not just a little bit, Nie Yun was at ease.

And at such a time, this person didn't dare for a while, and then a cold light suddenly burst out in his eyes: "Go die!"

Brush!

Suddenly, the cold light shimmered below, and countless flying swords shot in, heading straight for Nie Yun, it turned out that those daggers just now were just a trick to attract Nie Yun's attention, and by the way, Nie Yun relaxed his vigilance, in fact, this kind of flying sword is the real killing move, seeing that Nie Yun had no way out, the person who came couldn't help but smile coldly.

"Hmph!" Nie Yun snorted coldly in a low voice, his footsteps moved slightly, and the person had already flashed out, with the bone bow in his hand, and he counted arrows towards the flying sword, turning into a sea of fire in an instant, drowning the flying sword in it.

There were still flying swords shooting, but there was no threat to Nie Yun anymore, he flew towards his opponent, bent his bow and arrows, and the rockets shot out mercilessly.

"Ahem!"

He was unwilling, he didn't expect Nie Yun to be a master, but he didn't know that Nie Yun had already seen through everything, and he sensed in advance that there was a crisis below, only he thought he had succeeded.

Under the full control of the operation, a purple flying sword shot in, blocking Nie Yun's rocket, and before he could laugh, he found that his purple flying sword had actually been blown away.

"Oh no, it's a hard bone!"

Thinking of this, the people who came didn't want to turn around and leave.

"Want to run?"

The corners of Nie Yun's mouth raised. (To be continued.) )