A strange and ominous aura slowly flowed in the air, just like the fog behind Li Xiaoyi, which was gradually dissipating, and a curtain was slowly opening.

Under the ring, the crows were silent, and the focus of their eyes moved from Li Xiaoyi himself to behind him, stretching his neck and waiting for the final scene to come.

Human bloodlust is in nature, and the trembling after fear is because of excitement.

Although the subjective will rejects blood, the underlying consciousness is restless in the illusion.

On the cloud platform, Jun Hao, the master of the Heavenly Desolate Gate, had a gloomy face as if he could drip water.

The rest of the people in charge of the real people have different expressions, if it is said that the ghost mist spewed out by the ghost head general, for the people below, it is a curtain that cannot be spied on.

The cultivation above the real human realm, looking at it, is an unobstructed glance.

The fog will eventually dissipate, and on the ring, there will be no hideous and terrifying ghost-headed generals, only bloodstains that are gradually manifesting.

Not far away, in the center of the ring, there was actually a person lying down, a flying sword with faint aura, obliquely inserted into the ground, trembling slightly.

Everyone in the audience finally saw everything they wanted to see, and although they were prepared, they couldn't help but gasp when they saw Wang Likun, whose whole body was stained red with blood.

"This man is a waste!" the sharp-eyed man muttered quietly.

The elders of the Heavenly Desolate Sect and the disciples under the sect immediately rushed into the ring when they saw this situation.

The judge elder of Shushan had already taken the stage, Wang Likun was still breathing, although he was constantly spitting blood foam in his mouth, and his moans were inaudible, but his life was worry-free.

However, the face of the Shushan Elder was still extremely ugly, and he saw that Wang Likun's abdomen had five bloody five-finger blood holes, which were constantly gushing blood.

I don't know what means the elder of the Heavenly Desolate Gate used, his fingers poked around the blood hole, and he recited a curse, which stopped his injury, but then he looked at Li Xiaoyi's gaze, intending to breathe fire!

"You actually abolished his Purple Palace Dan belly!" The elder of the Heavenly Desolate Sect had bloodshot eyes and stood up at this time, like a fierce tiger that could choose someone to devour at any time.

The judge elder of Shushan, with a horizontal figure, blocked in front of Li Xiaoyi together with Daojing Zhenren.

"Elder Song, you know the rules, don't make it difficult for me. ”

The elder surnamed Song stared at Daojing Zhenren very unwillingly, and his eyes swept towards Li Xiaoyi from time to time, with a murderous expression!

"Elder Song!" the judge of Shushan also grimaced.

With a heavy cold snort, when the elder surnamed Song turned around, his eyes glanced at Li Xiaoyi again, and then he left the ring with a group of disciples from the Heavenly Desolate Sect.

Looking at the back of the disciples of the Heavenly Desolate Sect, Dao Jing suddenly turned around and said to Shu Mountain: "Thank you Sun Daoyou." ”

Judge Sun shook his head: "I just did my duty, and you don't have to thank me." ”

Dao Jing nodded, turned around and pulled Li Xiaoyi and the others out of the ring, everyone watched, and the focus was all on Li Xiaoyi's body.

Afraid that there would be another change, Daojing Zhenren instructed Li Xi and Xu Yun to have a few more people, and took Li Xiaoyi back to his residence.

He walked to the No. 4 ring with Chen Yueling, preparing for the next game.

On the cloud platform, the master of the Heavenly Desolate Gate, with a face, could almost wring out water, staring at Li Xiaoyi's back as he left, without saying a word.

The people beside him knew that Jun Hao's emotions at this time had reached the brink of a volcanic eruption, and no one would touch that lead at this time.

On the first floor of the gimbal, no one talked about it, only Thunder Lao Dao said a few words just after the game.

Li Xiaoyi's bad guy Zifu Dan Palace, such an act does have some meaning to challenge the bottom line of the Daomen, but Mr. Miao Ke suddenly said: "Why didn't anyone stop it?"

Everyone is silent!

Dao Lin also sneered at the right time: The previous battle between Wang Likun and Zhang Sheng, knowing that it was a game of life and death, had already passed the boundary that the game should have, didn't I Kunlun say nothing?"

Tianhuang Gate, Kunlun Sect, one is a rising star, shining and dazzling over the years, and the other is an old-school sect with profound heritage.

It's an irreversible rule that the old and the new are natural, and if you think they can play normally, that's hell.

And for the six sects, it is not a temptation,

In the end, Kunlun still has several layers of strength, and whether it can continue to have the strength to retain the six sects and the first place sect is all in these games.

If Kunlun loses the game in front of the world's Dao Sect, such a sect that makes the six sects lose face, the six sects don't need it, and there will be completely different changes in attitude.

To put it bluntly, this time, the Shushan Sword Sect has evolved what was originally a sword test meeting within the six sects into a big competition among the world's Daomen, and it cannot be said that it has ulterior motives in it.

Clear-eyed people can see it clearly, not to mention the matter of breaking the Dan Palace, Li Xiaoyi's secret, life and death fight, a matter of an instant.

Since Kunlun has won, there is no need to say anything more, and the silence of each other at this moment can also be regarded as a heart.

The bitter fruit has already swallowed one, but where the scale of victory will lead depends on the next game.

In the residence, Li Xiaoyi sat cross-legged on the kang, with a smile on his face, reminiscing about the moment when his opponent was desperate.

He found himself more and more in love with the feeling, one might even say addictive.

When did it start?

Li Xiaoyi's thoughts were drifting, the top of the mountain outside Xinghua Town, a little warmth in the cold touch, and the heartiness of controlling the life and death of others.

Self-proclaimed powerful cultivators, those who look down on themselves, Li Xiaoyi thought about the moment when the light faded and his life faded.

There is also a knife in the back of the White Bone Mountain, the same expression, the same horror, it is unbelievable that this is real, but it has already happened.

Then came the Grimace Monk and the Scarface Man, who went from prey to hunter, and not just sneak attack, he began to take the initiative.

Finally, in the wilderness of Linjia Town, in the dark of night, the rat demon dwarf was completely released, and the ferocity hidden in his heart.

Lin Fan of Kunlun Sect made him understand that the consequences of leaving a line in everything must be ruthless, ruthless to yourself, and even more ruthless to others.

Until the sword trial meeting of the Shushan Sword Sect, after a few head-on battles, Li Xiaoyi became more and more comfortable, and gradually began to like this feeling.

He thought, reminiscing about the horror and despair of his opponent at the last moment, the more he realized that a fleeting victory really did not mean anything.

Then he put on two layers of clothing, inside Kunlun, he became a hero who avenged his master's hatred, and externally he was a smiling Yama among his fellow practitioners and disciples.

Perfect is not perfect, Li Xiaoyi touched his chin, thinking that Kunlun was taking more and more care of himself, and paying more and more attention to him.

But as Murong Yunyan said, but what next? Li Xiaoyi rubbed the ghost head ring on his tail finger, his mind changed, and the corners of his mouth turned slightly up, "Come out!"

The temperature in the room seemed to have suddenly changed to a cold winter wax moon, a grimace with green fangs, and layers of green hair rolled up.

The ghost head general was a little reluctant, and hovered in front of Li Xiaoyi.

The Quartet Treasure Mirror appeared in his hand in a flash. Li Xiaoyi raised the corners of his eyebrows: "Just spit out half of it." ”

The ghost-headed general whimpered, conveying his very reluctant emotions.

The appearance of a seven-colored halo made the ghost head general honestly face the Quartet Treasure Mirror and spit out a stream of pure Yang Qi.

Looking at the ghost-headed general with a decaying face, Li Xiaoyi's heart moved, and the latter reluctantly returned to the ghost-headed ring, and then turned his gaze to the Quartet Treasure Mirror.

After receiving a breath of pure yang qi that was extremely refined and pure, the ghost spirit, who had not appeared for a long time, poked its head out of the Quartet Treasure Mirror with a depressed expression.

Because he had helped Li Xiaoyi advance to the middle stage of agility before, the cultivation of the ghost spirit was extremely damaged, and he thought that he could borrow the yin qi of the moon essence to make it recover quickly, but he never thought that it would have little effect.

As for the breath in front of him, it was the pure yang qi that the ghost general secretly inhaled when Li Xiaoyi broke Wang Likun's Zifu Dan Palace, which was definitely a rare thing for the Yin Spirit Ghost Thing.

The ghost spirit almost jumped out of the Sifang Treasure Mirror, and without Li Xiaoyi's command, he plunged into this essence.

What followed was Li Xiaoyi's consciousness, and there was an inexplicable emotion of joy and cheer in his mind.

And what made Li Xiaoyi mind the most was that the ghost spirit's recovery was so fast that it was almost just a few breaths, and then there was an extremely fierce spiritual pressure fluctuation, which immediately came.

Looking at the ghost in surprise, Li Xiaoyi casually arranged a layer of enchantment in the house, for fear that his spirit would not be enough, he had to summon the ghost general again.

The latter glanced at the ghost spirit and knew that this guy was the same as himself, and he was also Li Xiaoyi's instrument spirit, and the ghost head general seemed to be reluctant to approach this game with some contempt.

Unexpectedly, Li Xiaoyi slapped it on the back of the head, and seeing his cold eyes, the ghost-headed general was extremely reluctant to take another big mouth and spit out a puff of smoke......

"The thunder is loud and the rain is small, you should be farting?" Li Xiaoyi raised his hand, and slapped it on the back of the head of the ghost head mercilessly.

It seemed to have a full burp, and it was a pure Yang Qi, which was spit out by the ghost general's sad face, and was sucked up by the ghost spirit in a blink of an eye.

The ghost head general looked resentful, and glared at the ghost who was meditating with his eyes closed, as if he was venting, and a cold wind blew in the room.

Then he slipped into the ghost head ring that Li Xiaoyi wore on his tail finger and disappeared.

Only the ghost spirit who cultivated safely was left, and Li Xiaoyi, who couldn't help but shiver, saw him shudder with an angry face: "It's so cold!"