Chapter 1290: Ink Injury!
Combat is always the most effective way to improve!
The blood-colored battlefield is such a secret realm. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info
Dongling Peak, in front of a huge palace, Han Chen stopped slightly, looked at the people who came in and out from time to time around him, rolled up his sleeves, and walked in.
Like other secret realms, there were also academy elders stationed here, and Han Chen paid four thousand bronze sword seals, then turned around and followed the rest of the crowd towards the depths of the main hall.
On the high platform, the huge portal ripples constantly, and the figures continue to enter and exit, although it is now the year-end competition, the most lively time, but the students still have not given up cultivation, and seize every minute of time to improve themselves, in order to win a place in the next year's competition.
Time was pressing, Han Chen didn't pay much attention, stepped up to the high platform, and stepped into the portal.
There was a flicker in front of him, but after half a breath, a down-to-earth feeling came, and Han Chen opened his eyes.
"Is this the blood-colored battlefield?" Looking around, Han Chen's face first showed a hint of surprise.
It was an empty wasteland, with no towering eyes, just a bleak red land, the earth was bright red, as if stained with blood, and the weeds were withered and yellow, full of oppressive feelings.
Han Chen was on a high platform, surrounded by a layer of aura shields visible to the naked eye, protecting dozens of students, including Han Chen.
"In the blood-colored battlefield, there are countless demonic beasts, armies of various forces, and idle warriors wandering around, of course, these are all mirror images!" Among the students, a slightly older young man glanced at Han Chen and said.
This person obviously knew Han Chen, and he also knew that Han Chen was coming here for the first time, but he didn't mind introducing him.
Han Chen nodded slightly. The so-called mirror image, that is, the illusory meaning, whether it is those demonic beasts, or military forces, or idle warriors, is not real. It is created by the mysterious power in this secret realm.
But they have no human emotion, and the only thing that exists is killing, killing constantly, killing everything they see.
It is reported that Dongling Academy took a fancy to this point, so it will include this blood-colored battlefield in the academy, and use it as an existing one for the students' training.
"In the Scarlet Battlefield. Don't be careless, if you can fight, you will fight, if you are not defeated, leave immediately. If you are in a desperate situation, don't panic, the teleportation jade plate on your body can allow you to teleport out directly, and there will be no danger!" the student said again.
Since Dongling Academy dares to use this blood-colored battlefield as a secret realm for the students' cultivation. Naturally, he has already sat down and is fully prepared, and there will be no danger. When everyone comes in, they will be given a teleportation jade card, which is directly connected to the portal, as long as the teleportation jade card is there, no matter where they are in the secret realm, they can be teleported out instantly.
Other students. I don't know how many times I've come in, but for these students who have already known about it, they didn't pay attention to the introduction of the student at all, and the voice just fell, waiting for the impatient students. He got off the high platform directly and stepped out of the aura shield.
Creak...
A shrill cry rang out, the ground exploded, and black-haired rats the size of babies rushed out, lightning fast, and struck the students.
These students had already taken precautions, and they drew their swords out of their sheaths one after another, and when the sword qi was unleashed, these black-haired rats were killed in an instant.
These black-haired rats are only third-order demonic beasts, and they are illusory, there is no demon core at all, and the corpses fell to the ground, directly shattered, and dissipated cleanly.
Those students didn't pay attention to it, and their bodies unfolded, quickly scattering in all directions.
This is the teleportation location, the security is very high, they have to go farther away, usually stronger monsters, warriors to fight, preferably able to meet the army.
The number of troops is often in the thousands, the number of medium-sized armies is even tens of thousands, and the large ones are even as many as hundreds of thousands.
Although the strength of a single person in the army is not very good, it can be better than a large number of people, if it can encounter a battle with the army, under the huge pressure, the cultivation effect will definitely be amazing.
"Han Chen, are we together?" Only Han Chen and the older student were left on the high platform, and the other party looked at Han Chen and asked.
"I'm sorry, I'm a little pressed for time, and I'm going to practice alone for a few days!" Han Chen shook his head with a smile and refused.
The other party knew that Han Chen was making the final preparations for the Eighth Courtyard Dabi in four days, so he expressed his understanding, arched his hand, and said with a smile: "Since this is the case, then I will leave first!"
"Han Chen!" Han Chen also hugged his fists, "I don't know my senior brother's life!"
After all, the other party introduced him so much, but he didn't even know the other party's name.
"Ink wound!"
Saying his name, the other party did not continue to stay, his figure flashed, and he rose directly into the air, like a meteor, the speed was amazing, and he swept away into the distance.
Sword Emperor Realm!
Han Chen was slightly stunned, he didn't expect that this person was still a Sword Emperor, and it seemed that his cultivation realm was not low.
The cultivation of the Sword Emperor Realm, no matter how weak the strength is, it will not be weak, and among the top 100 branches, there must be a place for it.
It's just that Han Chen has never heard of the name of this ink injury, and he has no impression. Of course, the most important thing is that he doesn't know much about the people of the other seven academies, and he doesn't know which academy this ink wound is.
"Forget it, anyway, we will meet in four days, and we will know when the time comes!" Shaking his head, Han Chen didn't think much about it anymore.
Since there is one of the top 100 branches in the house, he will definitely participate in the big competition of the eight houses, and it will be certain that he will meet it when the time comes.
Stepping down from the high platform, the Red Dragon Sword was untied from his back and held in his hand, Han Chen's figure flashed and rushed out of the aura shield.
Creak...
In an instant, the ground exploded, and more than a dozen black shadows rushed out from below, with a piercing cry, attacking Han Chen.
Drawing the sword out of the sheath, the red sword light burst out with a compelling edge, and blood was thrown in an instant, and more than a dozen black-haired rats were killed.
Han Chen didn't stop, his figure soared into the sky, he walked in the sky, chose a random direction, and flew over.
Along the way, Han Chen encountered a lot of demonic beasts, most of which were beasts, unable to take off on the ground, and posed no threat to Han Chen. There are also some flying demonic beasts, although their strength is not strong, but Han Chen is not in trouble, so he still draws his sword and kills.
As for the idle warriors and Junding, I have never seen it.
But he's not in a hurry, he's only here to fight, no matter what he encounters, as long as his strength is strong enough to make him feel threatened, and try his best to fight, it's enough.
After more than an hour, Han Chen finally met an idle warrior.
The strength is very strong, the peak of the seven-star sword emperor realm, much stronger than Su Murong.
Without waiting for Han Chen to make a move, he roared angrily and directly rose into the sky and attacked Han Chen.
Han Chen was overjoyed, and also roared, and attacked with his sword. (To be continued.) )