"Good. Best wishes to those who persevere and pass the first exam. ”

Stress is eaten like water. Ouyang touched his nose and took a gentle breath.

Wu Yuan's body was very hard, far surpassing his comrades-in-arms. For Ouyang Yin, the pressure is a breeze, and even a few drops of sweat have not been tested.

Huge people pat, up opponents and big sleeves, a powerful irresistible attack, Ouyang only felt dizzy, and the tiger wind was in his ears.

When I opened my eyes again, I was on the other side of the square.

Fear flashed through my eyes. It's just a ball wave on the sleeve. Tens of thousands of soul warriors were defeated without a backhand.

There is no need to think that the surrounding contestants suddenly disappeared, replaced by corpses and corpses that were not there, as well as themselves, standing on the mountain of corpses.

At a glance, there are very broken limbs, all kinds of deaths, and there is a soft touch under people's feet, and Ouyang's heart is very tired of the song.

In the distance, various voices were faintly heard.

Listen carefully, like a hurried cry, like a cry before death, like a sharp blade against the flesh, like his blood.

The voice that came in had a strange magic, as if it came from the heart, with a strange rhythm.

The feet seemed cold, slippery, and greasy. Ouyang lowered his head and was taken aback.

By the time the sea of blood rose, he had already crossed the mountain of dead bodies and drowned his own feet.

It's funny that I wanted to wear Wu Yuanjia, but I was surprised to find that there was no trace of Wu Yuanjia on my body!

The sea of blood is still rising, and it seems to be getting faster and faster.

The distant sounds of fighting and coming out seemed to be getting clearer and clearer. There was even a vague familiarity in the cry.

An inexplicable fear struck the mind, the fear of death, or the fear of losing one's military element, losing one's foothold in Shou Adu.

The sea of blood had passed through the knees, and the feeling of greasy ice accompanied by the smell of blood was disgusting.

Ouyang was squeezed, but in the sea of blood, it seemed that there was no arm tearing himself, making it difficult for him to retreat.

Looking at the sea of blood, an old face swept over him.

"Grandpa!" Ouyang screamed.

In the distance, the hoarse sound became, more and more flat, as if in the ears, the sound was so familiar and harsh.

"Grandpa, Uncle Dali, Aunt Li ......"!

In the scream, Ouyang, who was in pain, despair, and exaggerated, closed his eyes.

Looking at the crowd at his feet, Ouyang Xin was a little excited.

Today and later, the fate of a warrior is different.

After Ling Wuzong's comprehensive training, the path of martial arts became straighter. Among people, there must be a little outstanding person in the world.

The ark galloped, and in Ouyang's dream, it quickly rushed to the Lingwu Sect.

Half an hour later, Fang Azhou suddenly shook. Ouyang knew that the destination was here! The door of Fang Azhou's room was too open, and everyone came out.

Looking around, Ouyang's face trembled all the way. Even Xu Wan, who was talking, didn't say it in horror.

What entered the eye was a thousand-foot mountain, like a sword that only reached into the sky.

The front of the peak wall is like a sword exhibition, and there are three hundred words engraved on the dragon ticket and phoenix dance, Lingwu Sect!

The font of Laixiong, accompanied by fierce battles, until the clouds are washed, stir up the clouds on the peak, sometimes gather a dragon and sit on the top of the mountain, sometimes turn into a phoenix and swoop down.

Ouyang sincerely enjoyed his breath: "Ling Wuzong on the map is even more terrifying. ”

Looking closely at these three brush words, it seems to be very enlightening. After a while, Ouyang seemed to be caught by something. He couldn't help but blow a long, a war spirit, and after all these years of killing, it suddenly broke out!

A long howl, like a fuse, others can no longer suppress the exaggeration of war, has been a long howl, for a while, the long howl under the mountain up and down, the road is very warlike.

Suddenly, the picture of either column changes from the big mountain brush character play. Ouyang stared at the calligraphy on the mountain, and did not cut his eyes, for fear of losing the miracle in front of him.

This is a mediocre-looking person, and the opponent is naturally behind him.

A white robe, swaying in the wind, not strange, only eyes, silky curls.

Smiling, with a strong sense of confidence, he stretched out his fingers and wiped them gently.

A thousand-zhang mountain, from head to toe, squishing your fingers, like a huge stone monument, but behind the mountain, he is still a wonderful, precipitous, stony mountain.

Seeing this, Ouyang's eyes hurt very much, but he still refused to blink, for fear of losing this magical photo.

In this picture, the man stands in front of a stone tablet cut down from the mountain, with his hands on his shoulder, and looks at the mountain quietly, as if he has grown old in the wilderness.

Suddenly, big, face to face! What kind of war is that? crazy, stubborn, wartime, self-defense!

Raise your hand, on the Qianzhang Peak, wave the Fang sword! There are three calligraphy words of Ling Wuzong!

This fierce battle was better than the fastest sword in the world, stabbing Ouyang in the face.

These three brush words contained all of his very battle meanings, even if they didn't know how much time they had spanned, Ouyang was unacceptable.

The piercing pain, tears welled up, and Ouyang whispered: "Even if this has experienced a war without years, I can't help it, how can I climb without Dao Peak?"

Staring at these three brush words, carefully comprehending the artistic conception, and not dividing the blood.

"Ling Wuzong...... Ling Wuzong ...... "Ouyang spoke in a low voice.

"Lingwu, Lingwu, above the Dao!"

"I see. Saying, gently closing his eyes, a picture in front of him, such a huge vitality, suddenly disappeared into nothingness.

In front of the mountain, this figure seems to have a feeling. In the long river of time, I turned my head, the corners of my mouth curved into a curve, and I nodded slightly.

In Ling Wuzong, the two were roughly sitting opposite each other, with a chessboard in the middle.

One person takes white, one person holds black, and a small chessboard is like a place in the world where it is impossible to fight.

"You say, this time, how many people will open the gate of war and step into the gate of the clan?"

He smiled and said, "Three people, five people?"

Shaking his head slightly, he fought for a piece to be placed on the board. It seems that there is nothing to disturb them anymore.

On the chessboard, the battle continued, and even the sound of killing was faintly heard.

Under the gate of Lingwuzong Mountain, a row of more than 3,000 people looked at the stone tablet closed by Qifeng, as if there were many treasures inside.

There was one of them, with his eyes closed, it was Ouyang! On her, there was an inexplicable rhyme, echoing the words on the peak.

Between heaven and earth, the five restorations were drawn by Ouyang's great charm, and they were puzzled and assembled into a large and heavy bronze door.

Above the bronze door, the green rust seems to have undergone a baptism of time, depicting flowers, trees, and strange peaks and strange rocks.

Strangely, this grass and tree, a mountain of the same stone, without the spirit of death of ordinary things, has a strong war there, as if to the sky expressed their unwillingness to peace.

The intense killing was sprinkled on the ground and watched, and the cold-faced beauty was almost ready to move.

In the next moment, a huge pressure, with a thousand strengths, when the head was set, Ouyang was full of killing intent, and immediately forcibly entered his body, his straight spine was slightly curved.

A low voice, a fragrance, spread from the throat upwards, only under pressure, to myself a slight injury!.

The unyielding heart, bursting out, under tremendous pressure, straightens the back, eyes do not care about your own killing, and looks coldly at the absence of snow.