With the end of the first level, the elimination rate reached 80 percent, the mortality rate accounted for one thousandth, and the number of people who entered the second level at this time was only about 2,400 people, which was more cruel than the previous Five Peaks Festival, which was not only caused by the secret environment, but also the hunting and killing to seize the first place.

In the Sword Sect Square, as the last hour quietly slipped away, on the huge transparent Xuan Qi wall, the ranking of the sword patterns changed again.

"At the top of the sword pattern list, Sikong Haoran, Inner Gate Cloud Shadow Peak, 865,000 sword patterns. ”

"Danhong, Inner Gate Shuangshi Peak, 784,000 sword patterns, ranked second. ”

"Song Yiyi, Inner Gate Cloud Ju Peak, 725,000 sword patterns, ranked third. ”

"Qingyu, Inner Gate Tianzhu Peak, 453,000 sword patterns, ranked fifty-two. ”

"Shi Tianshuo, Outer Gate, 387,000 sword patterns, ranked seventy-one. ”

"Shi Tiandong, Outer Gate, 359,000 sword patterns, ranked eighty-five. ”

"Well, Senior Brother Ye, this little guy's sword pattern just now was obviously one hundred and forty-five thousand, why was it so much missing all of a sudden?" Chen Qi stared intently at the transparent Xuanqi wall, feeling inexplicable at the change in Sikong Haoran's sword pattern.

"This sword pattern is a good thing, its role is not just as simple as ranking on the sword pattern list, there are 600,000 pieces missing all of a sudden, could it be that it was robbed by others?" Bai Yu, the peak master of Yanxia Peak, was also puzzled, and while speaking, he looked in the direction of the fifth elder Yang Qing, revealing a meaningful smile.

Then he continued: "I heard that the outer gate set up a bureau against the inner gate in the secret realm this time, and the most tragic of them was the siege of Sikong Haoran, but I didn't expect Danhong to intervene in the middle, but in the end, the bamboo basket was empty, you said that he deliberately missed 600,000 sword patterns, is it to humiliate Danhong deliberately." ”

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional, Yang Qing's face turned red, and he looked at Bai Yu angrily, "Elder Bai, you don't want to talk nonsense and confuse the public, don't speculate if you don't know what happened." ”

Bai Yu didn't care about the hostility between Yang Qing's words, and sneered at each other: "You and I were down there just now, didn't you understand everything that the more than a thousand outer disciples said?

"You Bai Yu, you old thing, dare to talk to me like this, it seems that you don't teach you a lesson, you really think I'm a bully!" Yang Qing slapped his palm on the arm of the chair, and the floor crisscrossed in an instant, and fine cracks spread.

"Okay, what's the noise, let the outer disciples see the joke?"

"Everything that happens in the secret realm is taken for granted, in a world where the strong are respected, the weak should be eliminated, and besides, this is also one of the reasons to test them, if this is a battlefield, then what is lost is life. ”

A majestic voice echoed in their ears, causing the two who were originally tense to die down suddenly, and the person who could suppress the two elders except for the sect master Jian Chen, who was not present, was only the second elder Lin Feng.

Ye Chaoyang ignored them, like a master outside the world, he was drinking himself with a white jade teacup, he was also very curious, when he saw the number of sword patterns of the other three people, he understood the reason.

Sikong Haoran's friends in the Sword Sect, he, as a master, can be said to be very clear, and he was sincerely pleased to see everything that happened in Jianchen just now, whether it was his mind, will, patience or strategy, he was impressed.

There is an aura of death everywhere in this space, mixed with an inexplicable fear that makes people upset, and even a sense of powerlessness that is tightly bound by the intent to kill.

His eyes were all gray, and the whole space was unknown, Sikong Haoran didn't dare to move, and since he came to this place, he felt that there was a thought locked on him.

Shi Tianshuo and Shi Tiandong, who came in with him, had disappeared, and they didn't get any response to their continuous shouting, they should have been teleported to other places, so they simply observed the surrounding environment, and their soul power spread around, and sure enough, their soul power was also limited here, but they could still see clearly within a radius of one mile.

"Could it be that this is the sword tomb that the sect master said, why is it desolate?What is this thing that locks my mind?" Sikong Haoran muttered in his heart, the long sword was clenched in his hand, he had a bad premonition, a sense of fear that made him creepy, his soul power always observed everything around him, and no wind or grass could escape his eyes.

"This thought is erratic, what does it want to do?" Sikong Haoran's whole body tensed, and his soul power extended in the direction of the thought that locked him, but he couldn't catch its direction, only knew that it was coming from the front.

The aura of death in the air did not bring any discomfort to Sikong Haoran, because when he found that there was no other person's aura fluctuating in this space, the mystery of life and death hidden in his heart was constantly spinning, and the aura of death here was fatal to others, but it was a great supplement for him.

However, Sikong Haoran didn't dare to absorb it too greedily, because the mystery of life and death requires the qi of life and death to reach a balance in order to maintain stability, and once one of them deviates, it will be fatal.

There are two qi of life and death, one yin and one yang, yin and yang rotate, and they are conserved each other.

Yin and Yang rotated, when he was invaded by the qi of life and death in the ancient killing domain, he knew this very clearly, the qi of life and death can alternate with each other, so can the qi of life and death be transformed into each other, at this time, there is no extra time to realize this, because of this ubiquitous danger, he is a little powerless.

Fortunately, there is a lot of vitality hidden in his body, and it will not let him absorb the breath of death and uncontrollable factors appear, and every step he takes makes him cautious.

As the distance narrowed, this thought became clearer and clearer, and from time to time there was an intermittent and slight call, "Come here, come quickly." ”

Sikong Haoran was very worried, he had never encountered such a strange thing, and after checking it, he didn't find anything else, so he walked slowly in the direction of the source of this call, a sword forest appeared in his soul's sight, tens of thousands of long swords were inserted into the ground irregularly, without a trace of breath fluctuations, only the call became clearer and clearer.

Standing on the edge of the sword forest, looking at the long sword inserted in the ground, he was dumbfounded for a while, every long sword is not ordinary, and the lowest level is also a medium grade of magic weapons, Sikong Haoran has to sigh that the Sword Sect is really generous.

"Uh-huh!"

Just as Sikong Haoran was shocked by the feat of the sword forest, a sword qi pierced his left shoulder without warning, and for a moment, blood stained a large area of green shirt, and the wound was filled with a death sword aura, which then spread to his entire left arm, and even spread to all parts of his body.

"Damn, I didn't even find out the soul power, this!" Sikong Haoran retreated again and again, and the mystery of life and death was activated the moment the death sword qi entered the body, "Hey, it actually played a very small role, what the hell is going on?"

Without giving Sikong Haoran time to continue thinking, several sword qi appeared again, and the Wind Trace Cloud Shadow Body Technique was cast at full speed at seven times the speed of his body, even if he dodged from a distance, but those several sword qi followed him like maggots on tarsal bones.

"There is no killing intent, there is no Xuan Qi fluctuation, the death sword qi that can only be felt after being injured, how can this sword tomb be so weird!" Sikong Hao then wet his back with cold sweat, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, looking at the wound that penetrated his thigh, and the stinging pain that came from all over his body, difficult

I watched in disbelief at the scene that was happening in front of me.

The Wind Trace Cloud Shadow Body Technique was running rapidly, and the Dao Phantom appeared in this space, and the invisible sword qi in the sky was decomposed in the moment when the phantom appeared, and the sword qi exploded in place every time he paused, and at this moment, he found that he was no longer on the periphery of the Sword Forest, but in the Sword Forest.

The blood was draining, the Xuan Qi was fading, and even the death sword qi that spread throughout his body was eating away at his vitality.

"This sword qi can actually penetrate my mid-level physique of the Pulp Washing Realm, I have obviously escaped from the sword forest far away, no!" Sikong Haoran stayed in place, he no longer dodged, opened his hands, closed his eyes tightly, and let the torrent of sword qi in the sky penetrate his body.

At this moment, even this square meter of air seemed to be annihilating, and the invisible sword qi that was enough to destroy everything disappeared the moment it collided with Sikong Haoran's body.

When he opened his eyes, the sword forest in front of him was still the same as when he came just now, the wound on his left shoulder, and the places where he was injured by the death sword qi in other places, all disappeared, just like he thought, he was invisibly confused by this call, and fell into a deep illusion.

"It's dangerous!"

It was hard for Sikong Haoran to imagine that with his soul power at the peak of the intermediate level of the Spirit Realm, and there was also the Soul Refining Ding in the soul ocean suppressing, he couldn't stop the inexplicable call in this sword forest, and the sword tomb was really extraordinary.

If he hadn't had some understanding of the illusion, as long as he sank for a while, he would inevitably be killed by the death sword qi in the illusion.

But one thing is true, and that is the death sword aura that permeates this sword forest.

"It's not easy for the little guy to be able to escape from the illusion I created, which is kind of interesting. It was still the same familiar voice, but it wasn't as ethereal as it had been before.

"Who are you, pretending to be a ghost, come out to me. Sikong Haoran clenched his long sword, and Haoran's aura overflowed all over his body, fighting against the aura of death that permeated his body.

"The mystery of life and death, the mid-level peak soul power of the Spirit Realm, the mid-level physique of the Cleansing Realm, this breath is so familiar!" The ethereal voice came again, it didn't answer Sikong Haoran's question, nor did it care about his vigilance, but told the secret hidden in Sikong Haoran's heart.

Hearing it in Sikong Haoran's ears, he was as surprised as if the end of the world was coming, "What kind of monster is this, it can see through everything on me?"

"Little one, can you tell me where you got the mystery of life and death in your heart?" There was a hint of melancholy in his voice, and a hint of remembrance, as if he was asking, and as if lamenting.

A long sword as black as ink was suspended at a distance of a zhang from Sikong Haoran, and the sword body exuded a strong death sword aura, fierce and domineering.

Watching it so closely brought him an unprecedented spiritual shock, even after the baptism of the Ancient Killing Domain Blood Pool, the Seven Killing Character Forging Body was still difficult to compete with the killing intent released on this long sword.

"Senior, I can't tell you that I promised a person that I can't mention to anyone. When Sikong Haoran said the word no, the pitch-black long sword buzzed, and the death sword qi rushed towards him like an endless wave, as if it wanted to destroy everything.

The death sword qi cut every inch of Sikong Haoran's skin, and no matter how much he resisted, it was useless, because he had lost control of his body, as if what was suspended in front of him was not a long sword, but an old monster with the strength of a sword master.

"Say it or not!"

"Senior, it's not that I don't want to say it, but the family teacher has instructions and can't say it. Sikong Haoran was in great pain, the bloodshot in his eyes was like a spider's web, and the death sword qi turned into an invisible blade, traversing every inch of muscle, as if he was carrying out a heart-piercing feast.

"Then you will die!"