And just when Fang Yunchen left the dense fog area and rushed back, Lin Changfeng, Chen Donghe, and Li Tong were already ready at this time, and their bodies were covered with all kinds of sharp blades, which were basically armed to the teeth.

Lin Changfeng took all his family wealth with him this time, and the long knife that he used to hold in his arms before was hanging diagonally on his waist at this time.

There are also three two-handed knives with the same style inserted in his back, the handle is extremely long, and the surface is inlaid with several obsidian, and his temperament is very consistent with Lin Changfeng.

In addition, there was a short knife hanging from his waist, the blade of which was specially re-quenched in the molten blood-streaked stone, which not only increased its hardness and toughness, but also carried a red yang aura.

Although Chen Donghe is not as exaggerated as Lin Changfeng, arming himself like a hedgehog, he also has a unique style of sword on his waist, and the scabbard is inlaid with brightly colored tourmaline, which looks also valuable.

In addition, he wore a red power suit, with a faint wing-like golden vein on the surface, and the style was very stylish.

There is also a special belt tied around his waist, and he doesn't know what kind of treasure is bulging inside.

Looking at the two people in front of him, Li Tong, who was just carrying a spear and a small burden on his back, had black lines on his head.

Where is this a competition, and the fight to the death is nothing more than that, right?

After smiling bitterly, Li Tong could only sigh and said, "Brother Lin, I'm afraid that the one on your back is a Black Ling knife that took three years to create from Fengdaomen, right?" Adding up to the three, I'm afraid that the golden crow Yanling robe on Brother Chen's body will be dwarfed......"

Fengdaomen is one of the top two major sects on the Yan Continent today, and the Heiling Knife that can be baked in three years has always been priceless, and it is difficult to find one.

And the Jin Wuyan Ling's robe on Chen Donghe was from Jin Yanzong, whose strength could not be underestimated.

It is said to be woven with the feathers of the golden crow, a sacred bird in ancient times, and contains the power of the nine yangs, but it is impossible to know whether it is true or false.

Now that the aura is getting thinner, the big sects that are still standing are all profound, and any treasure can set off a bloody storm in the market.

But he didn't want Lin Changfeng to shake his head directly, and responded: "This knife, passed down by the teacher......"

There was a faint chill and murderous aura between the words.

Although there are only four words, there seems to be a grievance about the sword gate behind it.

Li Tong was a little speechless for a moment, the relationship between Lin Changfeng and the Ancheng He family has not yet been settled, and there is actually a big melon over there.

It's a bit hopeful to deal with the He family in Ancheng, but if he wants to bring down a big force like Fengdaomen, Li Tong can only think of the scene of the mantis arm as a car.

At this time, I saw Chen Donghe shake the gorgeous golden black flame coat on his body, and walked towards the dense fog first.

"Two, this time Chen has won! We'll have a ...... later."

It seems that in his heart, nothing is more important than Lin Changfeng.

It's just a golden crow flame feather robe, there is nothing to say, and there are still seven or eight pieces of the same style hanging in his family's secret vault.

This one was still forced into his arms by his mother before going out, and there was no need to use the power of Jiuyang in his previous experience, but now in order to compete with him, Chen Donghe solemnly put on the golden crow Yanling coat and was ready to go all out.

At the moment when Chen Donghe's figure disappeared into the dense fog, Lin Changfeng chose another direction and walked westward.

"Good luck!"

After speaking, Lin Changfeng also disappeared.

"These two guys ......"

Li Tong exhaled a heavy breath of turbidity, picked up his spear and walked into the thick fog last.

It seems that his previous sentence of "thirty steps" stimulated Lin Chen and the others, so there was such an involution scene.

However, Li Tong broke into the dense fog single-handedly before, and the risk was not small.

But today is different.

The three of them should enter together, and the pressure should be much less.

Speaking of which, this dense fog to the west of Ancheng is also a good place to cultivate, not only can you sharpen your martial arts, but there are also many treasures hidden in the dense fog.

It's a pity that the outer area has long been touched by the heroes of the rivers and lakes who entered it before, and if you want to really find one or two priceless treasures, you have to go at least 100 steps deep.

Not to mention the eighth grade, even if it is a seventh-grade master, he may not dare to go too deep.

But this time, the content of the competition between the three of them is to see who is more in-depth and more durable.

How could a man say that he couldn't do it, Li Tong shook his spirits and clenched the spear, and walked forward slowly and boldly.

Five, ten, fifteen......

It's just that today's fog area seems a little weird, and the silence is a little excessive.

But he didn't think much of it, and continued to hold his spear and be on guard.

He took a few steps forward with ease, and finally encountered two low-level ghosts.

These guys generally don't have very bright brains, and they feel the breath of the living, and they even ignore the faint light that penetrates in, and brazenly attack Li Tong.

Syllable! Syllable!

The long tassel was raised, and the thick body of the spear swept across the air, and the violent force tore the two ghosts to pieces in an instant.

Although not as well prepared as Lin Changfeng and Chen Donghe, Li Tong's spear was also coated with a mixture of cinnabar and gold powder, which was easy to drive away evil spirits and demons.

But this new layer of paint is just a consumable, and it can't be replenished after wearing, and then Li Tong can only rely on his own qi and blood to fight ghosts.

After continuing to move forward for a while, Li Tong suddenly doubted life.

When he went deep into the fog before, he was surrounded by many ghosts and creatures after walking less than five steps, and he almost got lost in the fog from the beginning until his hands and feet became weak.

But this time, after killing the two unlucky ghosts, Li Tong easily took the thirtieth step, and there was no difficulty at all.

"What's going on?"

After feeling it carefully, he found that the yin and evil qi mixed in the dense fog immediately hid underground, causing most of the ghosts here to hide deeper in the thick fog.

And Li Tong heard that the ghost guards there have a strong sense of territory, and these weak ghost soldiers trespassing into them without permission will definitely end up in ashes.

Or it was directly devoured by the ghost guards.

So along the way, there are only a handful of ghosts that can be seen.

However, from the thirtieth step, the hidden ghosts finally couldn't hold back anymore, and rushed out of the depths of the thick fog, wanting to suck the flesh and blood of the living.

"That's right......"

Seeing the hordes of ghosts, Li Tong breathed a sigh of relief, and the development of things finally returned to the previous script.

The rest is simple.

"Kill!"

The body of the spear shook, and golden points of light flashed in the dense fog, and everywhere the ghosts and creatures screamed, turned into a cloud of black mist, and dissipated.