As soon as the master of the door Tuoba Xiong left, the people of the Xuanding Gate had no intention of staying, and they dispersed one after another, and the people of the Five Escape Gate were also bored, and left under the leadership of the soil elders.

The night quickly shrouded in.

The camps of Xuanding Gate and Wudun Gate are rarely lit, and there is no more lively and gloomy clouds of the previous two days, and the camps of the Cloud Mist Sect are deserted and red.

Today is the happiest day for the Cloud Mist Sect since the Great Competition, and it is very happy.

Yesterday, the Cloud Mist Sect lost two games in a row, which made people sad and depressed, but today it won three games in a row, or three hard battles, and even the great disciples of the Xuanding Sect were defeated, how could they not be excited or excited?

The Cloud Mist Sect, which has been suppressed for many years and has been getting worse, finally raised its eyebrows!

And this qiē is all because of one person, the senior brother Ye Chuan.

Before the big competition, there were clouds of sorrow in the sect, and no one was optimistic about this big competition. The Xuanding Sect and the Five Dunmen were solemn, and even the head of the sect came in person, placing high hopes on this big competition, only the Cloud Mist Sect pushed back and forth, and none of the elders were willing to accompany the formation, and only sent a Dharma protector to accompany them perfunctory. Who would have thought that the Cloud Mist Sect, which had lost two games first, would suddenly reverse the situation and win three games in a row to rush to the top of the list?

The fat man Zhao Dazhi and Zhu Sijia and others were excited in their hearts, and celebrated overnight, and the disciples of the Cloud Mist Sect who came to watch without permission also came to the camp to congratulate, and many people even came from afar from the mountain gate of the Cloud Mist Sect to congratulate Ye Chuan, the senior brother, in person.

The martial arts competition of the big competition has been played five times, and Ye Chuan has not yet played in person. However, this did not affect the respect for him in the slightest. As long as you can lead the team to win the champion of the big competition, you can beat the Xuanding Gate and the Five Dunmen, and the rest of it doesn't matter!

On this night, the Cloud Mist Sect camp had a carnival all night, and many Cloud Mist Sect disciples stayed in overnight, looking forward to a more exciting battle.

Tomorrow is the last day of Wubi, and it is also a crucial day. Will the Cloud Mist Sect continue to maintain the first position and seize the Martial Champion for the first time, or will it be frantically suppressed by the Xuanding Sect and the Five Dun Sects? What kind of masters will these two sects send?

Everyone was looking forward to a battle that had no suspense, but suddenly there was suspense.

Ye Chuan sat cross-legged in the tent quietly, not participating in the carnival of the fat man and the others.

Today's winning streak was already in his expectation and control, and the first two competitions deliberately did not let Nantian play, just for today's strong counterattack. Nantiandu is extremely talented and is known as the ancient genius of the sect, and the power of the Heaven Shaking Sword plus two surprisingly winning runes, it is not surprising to win three games in a row, if you lose, it is not normal.

Win three games in a row today, what about tomorrow?

Ye Chuan sat cross-legged on the ground and calculated silently. The big competition was not over yet, and it was not yet time to close the coffin, he could be sure that neither the Xuanding Sect Tuoba Xiong nor the Five Dunmen Tuan Elders would sit idly by and watch the Cloud Mist Sect reach the top. While everyone else was partying, he was silently preparing for a rainy day.

The weather was not beautiful, and in the second half of the night it suddenly began to rain at night, and the rain hit the tent with a rustling sound.

People are still celebrating, and the smell of wine is wafting in the air. Ye Chuan, who was sitting cross-legged in the tent, suddenly heard a rustling sound, not the sound of rain falling on the ground, nor like the footsteps of someone, but a bit like the sound of waves in a river.

Ye Chuan sat cross-legged and motionless, but a pair of ears suddenly stood up, a little uneasy, and listened intently.

A hundred meters away, several Cloud Mist Sect disciples walked by by in the potholed rainwater, and some of them slipped under their drunken feet and almost fell;

More than thirty meters away, the voice of the fat man Zhao Dazhi came, accosting a female disciple with a sense of alcohol, and the laughter was indescribably obscene;

Ten meters away, in the adjacent tent, Zhu Sijia couldn't fall asleep, worrying about the last two battles tomorrow;

Five meters away, an outer disciple named Wu Yong walked slowly, holding a tray in his hand, covering some dishes with oilcloth, and serving a hot supper with enthusiasm and diligence as always;

......

There is no need to drum up the spirit and scatter the divine thoughts, Ye Chuan is well aware of the wind and grass around him.

It seems that the surrounding qiē is normal, and it seems to be just an illusion of oneself. However, at this time, a sudden change appeared.

Outside the tent, lines suddenly turned over on the ground, and the soil separated from the bottom to the top, surging towards the tent where Ye Chuan was like waves, and it seemed that there was some kind of demon beast hidden underground, approaching at high speed with the help of night and rain. Three meters away, waves suddenly exploded, and seven black-clothed men emerged from the ground, each with a powerful crossbow in their hands and a long sword on their shoulders.

Wu Yong, an outer disciple who was holding a supper, was stunned, his mind was blank and he couldn't react, his mouth just opened wide and he didn't have time to call, a strong crossbow passed through his chest, bringing a rain of blood through his chest, and his body fell down. The supper carefully prepared for Ye Chuan was sprinkled on the ground and flooded by the icy rain.

A dense rain of arrows roared in, piercing Ye Chuan's tent.

The seven men in black kept going, threw away the crossbow in their hands, pulled out the sharp sword on their backs, and tore open the tent and rushed in almost at the same time. The movements are neat and uniform, everyone's eyes are cold and sharp, and they don't say a word, and they are deadly lore as soon as they make a move, and they are obviously first-class killers!

Inside the battered tent, a large cloud of smoke suddenly emanated, followed by a series of muffled hums and a thick smell of blood.

"Assassins, there are assassins!"

"Protect Senior Brother!"

......

The disciples of the Cloud Mist Sect screamed in amazement, and they all drew their swords and rushed forward, and someone sacrificed a flying sword, and a hundred thousand roared in a hurry.

In the adjacent tent, Zhu Sijia jumped up with a grunt, and didn't even have time to put on her coat, so she pulled out her double knives and rushed into Ye Chuan's tent without any hint. She was the closest, but she wasn't the first person to break into Ye Chuan's tent, and there was one person who was faster than her. Nantiandu came first, and was the first to kill with a faint afterimage.

Inside the tent, there was a quiet, unusually unexpectedly fierce battle. When I looked up, it was white, and the smoke was billowing and I couldn't see anything.

"Ye Chuan, senior brother...... , Big Brother ......"

Zhu Sijia was anxious, her eyes turned red all of a sudden, and tears swirled in the corners of her eyes.

Usually, when I see Ye Chuan, I get angry, and when I am with him, I am either angry or laughing, no matter how I look at him, it is not pleasing to the eye. However, when Ye Chuan's life and death were uncertain, his heart was extremely uncomfortable all of a sudden. It was like all of a sudden, unprepared loss of something most precious in life.

"Senior brother, you can't die, senior brother...... , it's all my fault, what kind of wine do you drink, big brother......"

The fat man Zhao Dazhi also rushed up, crying his father and shouting his mother's tears, the wine was soaring, and he slapped himself a few times.

Originally, it was supposed to be a fat man on duty tonight, but he was greedy for a cup for a while and handed over the matter to a disciple of the Cloud Mist Sect. Unexpectedly, such a momentary negligence would cause an accident!

The disciples of the Cloud Mist Sect who arrived after hearing the news were all heavy-hearted, and only Aesop, who was standing in the dark, had a hideous sneer on the corner of his mouth. I'm drenched and cold, and the smile on my face is even colder!

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