The infusion of Yuan Li was completed in just a few seconds, and Wang Yi swept away the previous decline and took the initiative to attack the young man. The young man watched the dragon head knife slash over, and there was a momentum of a real dragon pressing down, and his eyes also restrained a little arrogance, and he responded cautiously and raised his knife to greet him.

The two fought hard three or five times, and Wang Yi used the power of the dragon head knife to reverse the previous scene at this time. Seeing that he had the upper hand, Wang Yi was even more vigorous, and used the Yuan Force martial arts one after another, hoping to defeat this young man in one fell swoop, and the blade Yuan Force of the two of them smashed the hundred-meter-long wall.

The boy dodged left and right, avoiding the vital attack of the dragon head knife, but there were already two or three colors on his body. Wang Yi made another move, the "Flame Ring Knife", and slashed the dragon head knife into a ring, and each blow weighed more than a thousand catties, killing the boy. The boy was forced to the wall, and there was no way out, so he had to fight hard, and every time he fought against him, the knife in his hand was almost beaten off.

After three more blows, Wang Yi took advantage of the situation to make a "dragon fish lift-off", the dragon head knife turned around, and from the bottom to the top, the young man's weapon was raised, and the young man's weapon was finally beaten off. Seeing this, Wang Yi immediately leveled the knife edge, and slashed at the young man's chest with a blow of "One Horse Pingchuan".

From the moment the dragon head knife was poured into the Yuan force, Wang Yi relied on the power of the dragon head knife and his many years of rich combat experience, and has been controlling the battle, forcing the opponent to the wall, so that the other party has no way to retreat, and then using the power of this knife to force the young man to a dead end step by step, the whole process is no longer those big and rough fighting styles, but full of strategy. The young man was blasted away by Wang Yi's blow, and even the wall behind the young man was shattered by more than ten meters, and the collapsed wall pressed the young man below.

Wang Yi is a scheming person, of course he won't believe that it's over, but he thinks that even if he doesn't die, it should be about the same. Wang Yi walked to the position where the young man was pressed and pushed away the stone covering it, but a pair of strange eyes under the stone were staring at him with a sneering smile.

Wang Yi hurriedly dodged to the side, and the young man stretched out a hand, slowly removed the stones on his body, and sneered: "Think I'm dead? You're just tickling enough to play with you, and now... Suffer death!"

On the young man's bare arms, two black lines appeared, and his eyes were red, and at this moment, those eyes were like a beast seeing its prey, full of bestiality, which made Wang Yi feel creepy.

In Wang Yi's eyes, the young man's body turned into a shadow, and he came to the front in an instant, fast, it was too fast, Wang Yi's dragon head knife was not completely raised, and his eyes didn't know where to go, just a whirlwind, but at the last moment, Wang Yi saw a familiar figure, but that figure had no head......

In the battle array of thousands of people, the bewitching woman in black held a pair of fire phoenix thorns, quickly flashing in the crowd, stabbing the enemy's vital points, usually killing with one blow, the incense wind attacked, and the human life was harvested, which is her true portrayal.

There is also a tower-like fellow, the seventh brother in this group. Look at that appearance, he is not very old, but this guy has a figure of one meter and nine meters, looks like a tiger's back, and holds a huge meteor hammer in his hand, those warriors of the Wang tribe met him, like a little chicken, and was smashed far away, even if it was a team of more than half a hundred people, it could not withstand a collision from him, and the strength was so strong that it was rare.

The others are not weak at all, those high-level martial artists in the Wang tribe have completely become decorations in front of this group of people, more than a thousand people, more than half an hour, and there are less than 100 people who can stand.

Sang Qian'er didn't overdo it, she didn't want to see such a tragic scene, this was completely different from the life she wanted. And the girl who wore a veil to call her lover was watching the fight while humming a little tune boringly.

A warrior of the Wang tribe was smashed away by that tower-like guy, but it happened to fall at Sang Qian'er's feet. Sang Qian'er was frightened, and couldn't help but take some hemostatic scatter and put it on the warriors of the Wang tribe, seeing that the blood was still bleeding just now, but now it is much better, Sang Qian'er secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, a big hand knocked Sang Qian'er to the ground, it turned out to be the young man who killed Wang Yi before, that is, the eldest brother of these people, the young man looked at Sang Qian'er coldly, and then kicked the Wang tribe warrior who was dressed in medicine far away. The warrior crashed into the big stone in front of him, and then there was a sound of bones shattering, and he fell to the ground, how could this ordinary warrior withstand the full force of the senior martial artist of Yuanli.

Then the young man turned around and shouted to the others: "Wang tribe, chickens and dogs do not leave !!"

A cold breeze blew, with a lot of dust and a lot of smell of blood, and even life slowly disappeared in the breeze of this breeze, and finally only a depressed dead silence remained.

In the Lin Blood Sect, it was time to go to bed at this time, and Meng Wai was half sitting on the bed, but he was a little nervous. I heard from the master that he was going to leave tomorrow to get the blood of the crystal spirit carving, and the scar on his chest had been going on for more than ten days, and it still hadn't improved much. In order not to worry the master, Meng Wai has not told him that he is still iced with the water system Yuan Li, and he has not cultivated these days.

The medicine used to treat trauma on weekdays, Mengwai also used a lot, but it didn't work at all. In fact, Dream Cry is already considered lucky, if it weren't for the rather powerful water system Yuan Force, I'm afraid that in the hot spring cave that day, he would have died of blood.

Dream Cry drooped and thought about how to solve this problem.

There was a knock on the door.

"Wee'er, it's Master. ”

Dream Cry opened the door.

"Hehe, why is weeping with a sad face?" Shi Lie said with a smile, "This time, you can learn a lot of things, you must take care of each other with Qing Yuling and them along the way, there will definitely be many other sects on the way, and they must have a good relationship." There's a lot of blood in that carving, just get a share. ”

"Wee'er remembers Master's teachings. ”

"Well, you're familiar with the Demon Chronicles, right?" Shi Lie asked.

"Well, most of them already remember. ”

"This is a map I drew by hand, and you follow it, and the red circle is where you are going this time. ”

"Cliff of Despair?" said Cry looked at the name on the map.

"That's right, that crystal spirit carving is near the Eight Laurel Tree on the edge of the Cliff of Despair. The cliff of despair is three thousand feet high, and there is a large lake under the cliff, called the lake of despair. Legend has it that a long time ago, there was a saint-level martial artist named Iron Demon Heart, he practiced into the devil, the devil's heart was uncontrollable, and he accidentally killed the person he loved the most, after waking up, he was in pain, abolished his thousand-year-old saint-level cultivation, stood on the edge of the cliff, and let those birds and beasts eat his **, and finally only the empty body fell into the lake under the cliff, and then the cliff and the lake were named the word "despair". Later, every eight years, the crystal spirit eagle would fly to that place, and many people said that it was his lover who was reincarnated and turned into a crystal spirit sculpture to pay tribute to him. ”