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Lu Zheng was exhausted for a while, and he had just cleaned up the first batch of besieging cultivators, and before he could swallow a pill to make up for his breath, he was immediately overwhelmed by the second wave of besieging cultivators.

The dense attacks were so overwhelming that people couldn't breathe, and almost immediately, Lu Zheng felt a pain in several places on his body, a rich bloody breath hit his nose, the meridians of his whole body were like a crack, and his skin and flesh were even more splashed, and his body was dazzling and embarrassed, as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt when he was promoted.

Suddenly, the wind rose in his ears, Lu Zheng's fingers moved slightly, but he didn't dodge, he was stabbed in the back, and even when the other party was slackening and pulling out the knife for a while, he turned around and arrested the person fiercely.

The crackling attacks followed, and more cultivators rushed up with hideous and vicious looks, but most of the attacks were blocked one by one by the cultivators in Lu Zheng's hand.

"Ahh......h

The cultivator who was suddenly caught by Lu Zheng and acted as a meat shield screamed again and again, until finally the voice dissipated and there was no more breath.

Lu Zheng shamelessly finally took advantage of the gradually cold corpse on his hand, patted his fingers without a trace, and threw the corpse high, and he himself took advantage of the short gap when everyone's attention was attracted, took out a large bottle of Qi Replenishing and Blood Rejuvenation Pill, and swallowed the bottle in one go.

And Lu Zheng just flashed, and the place where he was standing was rumbled into slag by the cultivators who reacted.

"The hosts. ”

The qi bag has always stood by Lu Zheng's side, but he has just transformed into a form, and after fighting for a long time at this time, he is already sweating profusely, and the degree of exhaustion is about the same as Lu Zheng, and Lu Zheng's exhaustion can swallow the pill, but the exhaustion of the sword spirit qi is not, and he can only rely on self-recovery.

Lu Zheng heard the sound and glanced at the qi bag, and saw that his smiling face was white, and immediately turned over his hand and put the gas bag into the flowing fire sword, he didn't dare to continue to call the gas bag out to do chores, in case one accidentally called the gas bag to fold here, then he couldn't cry.

Seeing that Lu Zheng actually took the sword spirit back, many cultivators who couldn't count the hits glanced at each other, their eyes were full of joy, and as soon as they turned their heads, they rushed up again with hot eyes.

At this moment, the corpse of the cultivator who had been thrown into the air by Lu Zheng before finally had an effect, and exploded without warning.

Many cultivators subconsciously turned their heads to dodge, they were afraid that they would be spilled all over their bodies by the flesh and blood in the sky, but they didn't want to, what exploded in mid-air was obviously the corpse of the cultivator, but what floated down was a yellowed rune paper.

The rune paper in the sky, such as falling flowers, sprinkled a large piece of flying down, some burned and exploded in mid-air, and some fell into formations, and all kinds of formations based on the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth were silently opened, and all kinds of formations were bound and attacked, not only trapped the cultivators who rushed towards Lu Zheng at the first time, but also affected other cultivators in a larger range.

On the test platform, the dust and smoke flew in an instant, ice and fire were heavy, and many cultivators only felt that their vision was blurred, and their feet were full of trap mines.

For a while, there was a lot of scolding on the test table, but Lu Zheng didn't care.

In the dust and smoke, everyone's eyes slowly recovered, and they saw Lu Zheng beside them, Lu Qingzhuo and Zhao Ying, the two gods, reappeared.

Zhao Yingxiu is a three-star martial king, and he has a lot of spells and rich combat experience. Although Lu Qingzhuo is young, he is better at strange means, with spicy hands and black hearts, and strong explosiveness, but a one-star martial king has a spiritual monster and strangeness, and it is even more convenient to kill a master of the same level in minutes.

With Lu Zheng, who is guarded by these two gods again, ordinary people can't kill them at all.

At this time, other alliance people who had been forced to disperse before, such as Qiu Chi, Mo Zifeng, Lan Buregret and others, approached again.

Lu Zheng and the others all raised their eyes to look over, and the many cultivators who were trapped by the formation and killed by the formation attack couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, secretly screaming that it was not good.

At this time, it was the counterattack of Lu Zheng and others.

"Ahh

screamed, muffled, blood splashed on his face, pieces of meat were spread on the soles of his feet, Lu Zheng's eyes were red, and he was numb to killing.

Cultivators are impermanent, and while they gain immortality and are strong against the sky, their lives are also more erratic, and it is not uncommon for them to be proud of the others in the first second and break the world in the next second, the greater the opportunity, the more they need to pay, and the biggest price paid by the cultivator is the impermanence of life, for this reason, killing or not killing is just a cultivator's daily life.

"Lu Zheng, you devil...... Ahh

Lu Zheng shook the bloody long sword in his hand, pulled out a hideous smile, and said to the cultivator who had been broken into two and flew out of the high platform: "Death is death, what nonsense is there?"

Could it be that if you scold me, I will be so ashamed that I will not kill you? Lu Zheng, who has been scolded a lot, said that even if you want to scold, you will not be able to scold me without a piece of meat, and as long as I am alive, nothing matters.

At this time, the cultivator who had lost his fellow disciple screamed and pounced, Lu Zheng shook his head, and his dizzy head was clear for a short time, and then he threw himself into the endless killing again.

From the middle of the day to the moon, from the moon to the middle of the day, time seems to be meaningless, the five senses are full of white knives into the red knives out of the blood and direct, the cultivators under the stage are fascinated, the cultivators on the stage are carried away, in order to stand on the peak, in order to live to the end, even if they kill to numbness, no one stops than the test cultivators.

The direct killing was numb and dull, but the attack was getting faster and more ruthless.

After fighting for more than ten days, the god was exhausted, but the time to stop and rest was too short, so he could only take advantage of the gap between killing the opponent or swallow a bottle of pills, or be protected by the alliance and meditate a little.

But this kind of leisure, after all, is too few and too rare, and more cultivators can't stop killing, just like a walking corpse that only remembers to slash, and only remembers to win.

It was in such a numb melee that Zhao Ying exhausted a gap in his strength, and was finally attacked by the people of the Qiongwu Sect who had been staring at him, and flew out in defeat. But he was not bad, before flying out of the high platform, he yelled, dragging the four Qiongwu Sect people who shot out in unison to fall down together, and the five people were defeated, and they were not alone.

It was another day with a clear sky, and Lu Zheng thought that this day was the same as before, but it was, kill, kill, kill, the loser fell, the winner stayed, and then, continued, killed, killed, killed. But this day is destined to be different.

"Lonely and lonely!"

There was a sudden roar in the distance, and the familiar name was Lu Zheng, who was a little paralyzed in his thinking, and looked stiffly in the gap between swinging his sword, but saw that his brother-in-law with a paralyzed face was holding a broken knife, full of energy, and closely pursued Lin Yuangui, who was in a mess and blood. (To be continued.) )