Before deciding to make a trip, Zhong Ye, a new disciple of Gui Wuyi, had asserted that there should be an opportunity for this trip to meet in a stormy manner.

For the words of this slightly evil disciple, he did not ignore it.

It's just that he didn't deliberately ask for it, everything went naturally, until today, and the mystery was finally revealed.

After more than ten breaths, there was another person in the camp.

This person has short half-white hair, except for the faint redness of his eyes, his complexion is slightly blue, and the movement of reaching out to tighten the cloud ring is also a little sluggish.

At a glance, it can be seen that in terms of heart and spirit, it is far inferior to the previous monks.

This is also the truth, no matter how strong your mind is, you can't resist the bloody facts grinding in front of you like a grinding plate. Gui Wuyi did not show a trace of anger from beginning to end, but every blow he made was free to harvest a human life without any luck, and there was no possibility of escape.

In fact, if this person is the first to appear, he may not lack courage, but he is confined by the order of the sect, he has to sacrifice his life to fight, and so on, there is a sadness in his chest.

For all this, there is no blame for watching the fire. But his mind is as condensed as iron, so naturally he won't say a word more-

At most, just keep two points of patience and wait quietly.

After more than ten breaths, the person on the other side breathed a sigh of relief, and finally let go of the attack.

The wind and clouds are moving.

The martial spirit is revealed, the shape of a green sparrow.

After this person tried his best to attack, Gui Wuyi nodded secretly in his heart.

It turned out that after experiencing fear, hesitation, and hesitation, and after dozens of breaths of mood adjustment, the power revealed by this white-haired cultivator's near-death blow was not only not discounted, but faintly surpassed the previous seven, reaching a realm that he had never reached before.

It's just that although he approves it in his heart, he will not let it go. It was still a perfect blow, deciding the outcome of life and death, and accepting this person's life.

The martial soul enters the body, and the breath is nourished.

The moment the qi gradually recovered, Gui Wuyi looked at it, and sure enough, the silver-armored man had returned to the battlefield as promised.

Only through the silver mask can be seen, this person's pupils are slightly condensed, and it is obvious that his attitude is different from before.

In fact, what he thinks at this time, he can roughly guess whether he is to blame or not.

The psychology of the silver armor people is the opposite of Shang Mingbo, Le Siyuan and others.

When he confronts the first and second people without blame, his heart must be very happy. Because the strength shown by Gui Wuyi is obviously slightly inferior to himself. However, starting from the third person, after every battle, he returned to his composure after 16 breaths of steady pranayama, but it made the silver armor man unfathomable.

At this moment, the two were very close to each other, and the silver-armored man also tried to secretly release the qi machine induction, trying to test whether Gui Wuyi was strong on the outside and on the middle.

It's a pity that the divine sense is inductive, obscure, and I can't know its reality and reality.

There was a faint intuition in the hearts of the silver armor people - it seemed that at the cost of eight people, they were not able to lose the slightest bit of their strength.

After more than ten breaths of stalemate, Gui Wuyi had an idea in his heart, and suddenly said: "If you are not sure, you don't have to limit yourself to eight people; ”

Hearing this, the silver-armored man tilted his head slightly, barely hesitated, and said loudly: "Okay! This is the initiative of the Daoist Friend, but it is not a forced request from my Bipolar Palace. A word settled, no regrets!"

Gui Wuyi seemed to be surprised by the attitude of the silver-armored man, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and even a little in a trance.

It came too easily.

After discovering the mystery of the combination of martial souls and similar to the "Thousand Marriages and Living Refining Method", a sense of urgency involuntarily surged in Gui Wuyi's heart: if you get five more people, you will be done.

But this sense of urgency was immediately dissipated by his state of mind-

Because the conditions agreed between Gui Wuyi and the Silver Armor were to win eight people first. After the eight, it was time for the Silver Armor to go into battle in person.

Once the winner is determined between the innocent and the silver-armored people, this battle will also be decided in advance.

And use the "Martial Soul Sacrifice Method" to fight, unless the other party takes the initiative to use it, it is not the initiative to force it.

Therefore, Gui Wuyi has long been mentally prepared, although this martial soul refining technique, although it has been heard, it may not be able to be in one step in today's battle. Maybe it will have to wait until the battle of the real life and death of the giant sect can be completed. After all, his disciple Zhong Yezhi's prophecy "Zhanji Southeast" seems to be inconsistent with today's position.

It's just that just now, I saw that the silver-armored man seemed to have doubts, so he asked with the attitude of giving it a try.

Unexpectedly, the other party took it without hesitation.

The silver-armored man seemed surprised to see that he was not guilty, and laughed loudly: "Whether Daoist friends want to take advantage of this trip to attack the heart and show your intention to win the battle, or if you intend to consume our morale and manpower, or if you are suspicious and doubt whether the 'Martial Soul Sacrifice Method' is invalid for you, it is just useless. As far as a certain point is concerned, pragmatism is not hypocritical, but it is only a change that is beneficial to oneself, and there is absolutely no reason to hesitate. ”

"You might as well leak the bottom for your fellow Daoists. My Shuangji Hall has made a contract, and there are as many as twenty-four elders who can serve the sect to the death. Even though eight people died, there are still sixteen. Do you dare to take them all?"

"Fellow Daoist, you miscalculated. ”

It is clear to blame.

In the hearts of the Silver Armor people, as long as he firmly believes that facing more opponents is more or less always a drain on Gui Wuyi, then he will not hesitate to take it, without considering what kind of false and real plan this is, and attacking the heart.

The essence of these Taoist thoughts is the absolute confidence of the Silver Armor people in their own status. Only he is the one who relies on the victory of the Bipolar Palace. As for the survival of the elders and the like in the rest of the sect, he didn't care at all.

Since the big gift was sent to the door, Gui Wuyi was in a good mood, and said with a smile: "Sixteen people...... Daoyou said seriously. In any case, it is good to leave some fire for the sect. Although Daoist friends send people to fill in, when is the time for you to fight, you choose for yourself. ”

The silver-armored man thought he had a plan, and he was complacent and went down.

Before the simple camp set up by one side of the double pole hall.

Seeing the silver-armored people returning to the battle, more than 100 people up and down reacted differently.

The Bipolar Hall in the main seat and the side seats, the head of the Wei Sect and the Great Elder Wu Wenlin, were only slightly stunned, and then behaved as usual, as if they were shaking off the attitude of the shopkeeper.

The more than 100 monks sitting around the periphery couldn't help but whisper.

Seeing that the decisive battle was coming ahead of schedule, these people were all united in spirit and planned to watch a good show. I didn't expect it, but I didn't have a good time.

The more than ten people under the main hall and at the bottom of the left side of the Wei Sect were clearly arrayed, and their faces seemed to have changed slightly.

As soon as the silver-armored man landed, Wei Zong squeezed out a little smile on his face, and asked very casually, "Why did Brother Xian go and return?"

Great Elder Wu Wenlin also bowed his hand.

The silver-armored man did not answer, and Wei Zong himself answered very quickly: "In short, it has already been decided, the arrangements for this battle, and the choice of advance and retreat, are all decided by the virtuous brother himself, and Wei will not interfere." ”

As soon as these words came out, the silver-armored man said: "If he wants to be strong, how can I not fulfill his wishes?"

Turning his head to look at the seats on the left, the silver-armored man said lightly: "What are you waiting for? ”

More than a dozen people who had changed their colors slightly at the moment looked more and more ugly.

These more than ten people are all the elders of the Bipolar Hall who have signed the death contract.

If you dare to make a death contract, you are naturally not a brave person. At the same time, most of them have not much longevity, and it is inevitable that the big waves will wash the sand.

All the elders had the will to die before, and who would fight was determined by lot. When the first eight people are selected in turn, and the remaining sixteen people are the ones who live for the rest of their lives, there is always a little joy in their hearts.

But oscillating between life and death is the most torturous.

At this time, their spirit relaxed slightly, thinking that they would finally be lucky enough to live and live for the rest of their lives, but they reversed again. Even if you are a person with the best heart, you have to fluctuate.

On the penultimate seat, a middle-aged man in a green robe bowed his hand roughly, and asked with some difficulty: "Dare to ask...... How many people are needed?"

The silver-armored man waved his hand, and said impatiently: "If I feel that the opportunity for victory has come, I will not wait for your life in vain." ”

Wu Wenlin saw the opportunity and stretched out his hand to signal.

Immediately, a young cultivator dressed as a temple guard stepped forward, holding a golden pot in his hand.

Although the spout of this pot is open, it hides a precise prohibition to prevent prying eyes.

The elders did not delay any longer, and at the same time condensed their fingertips, met their feet, and lightly tapped on the golden pot.

Feeling a lifetime, more than ten fingernail-sized copper balls shot out from the mouth of the pot, and each bounced to everyone's palm, exactly the same.

Wait for the strange brilliance of the copper ball to fade away like a wax seal. When I looked closely, the bronze ball in the palm of the other eleven people was all purple, and only one person held a black ball. Coincidentally, it was none other than the green-robed elder who had just appeared in the question.

Now that it has settled, it is just a matter of procrastination and sudden laughter. The green-robed elder immediately got up, bowed to everyone, sighed slightly, and then fled to Zhongtian.

The silver-armored man's gaze suddenly sharpened, and he only followed this person.

From landing on the battlefield, greet each other, adjust the breath, and go all out...... In the end, when it comes to death and blamelessness, everything is in sight.

It wasn't until more than ten breaths later that two words came out of Yinjia's mouth: "Continue".

Draw lots, the order of play, and repeat again.

The second person.

Third person.

The fourth person.

After the fourth person came out to fight, the elders had already let go of the luck of hoping to survive.

At this time, they had already seen that although they were considered to be an elder, they were just a chess piece in the face of a higher-level game. This pillar of the sect doesn't mind exchanging a few lives for two percent of the decisive victory.

But at this moment, the silver-armored man's eyes froze.

He clearly recognized: After the death of the fourth person, he returned to the innocent pranayama and was above twenty breaths, and never recovered.

The palace guard holding the golden pot had already stepped forward again to carry out the fifth round and the thirteenth round of the lottery ceremony. The silver-armored man stretched out his hand to stop and said in a loud voice, "His limit has arrived. ”