Su Yuheng and his entourage of eleven people looked at the rising sword patterns and rankings in the sword seal, and the smile on their faces became even brighter.

This battle can be described as extremely dangerous, hovering on the edge of life and death several times, several of them now feel palpitations in retrospect, and they simply eliminated this invincible inner disciple in the end, until now, the pride of the inner gate in their hands has reached two.

Even if this achievement is placed in the outer gate, it is also a topic that can be talked about, it has been suppressed by the inner door for a long time, and it just so happens that this grand event provides an excellent opportunity, with both fists clenched, and eyes blooming with a temperature that is hotter than the sun above the secret realm.

"How are your injuries!" Su Yuheng asked out loud as he looked at the three people who were languishing, the long bloody mouth on his chest that turned out.

"Su Shao, we have already taken the Guiyuan Pill, and the injuries in our bodies have now been suppressed, compared to the elimination of the inner disciples, this injury is nothing, cough cough...!" The words were weak, but they could hear that the words were full of joy and happiness.

"With our current results, we are not a hundred places behind, there are still eight days to go, and the rankings are changing rapidly. Su Yuheng didn't blame the brothers who had changed their breath before, the most important thing now was to find a place to heal, and nothing was more important than safety.

Looking up at the sky of the secret realm, he continued: "Night is about to fall, the night is full of dangers, everyone has injuries of varying degrees, we have to find a place to rest as soon as possible, follow me." ”

The lightly injured people supported their injured brothers separately and followed Su Yuheng's footsteps towards the depths of the dense forest.

Shortly after they disappeared, a figure emerged from a dense overgrown, looking in the direction of the eleven, with no expression on their indifferent faces, no joy or sorrow.

His legs were slightly arched, and blurred afterimages appeared on the trunks of the trees, and then disappeared into the messy dense forest.

Even Su Yuheng and Duan Haotian, the two great sword masters, did not discover the aura of this hidden figure, which was enough to see how amazing his latent kung fu was, and it also proved his extraordinary and dangerous level.

Deep in the inner gate of the Sword Sect.

In an antique study, Jian Chen sat at the desk with a simple book in his hand, as if he felt something, and with a wave of his hand, a transparent wall of Xuan Qi appeared in front of him, and everything that happened in the secret realm flashed on it one by one.

"This time the outer door gave me a surprise, and it was not in vain that I worked hard. Immediately, the transparent Xuanqi wall turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into the study.

... ...

There are fights happening all over the secret realm, that is, the outer disciples besiege and kill the inner disciples, plunder the sword patterns, and expel the secret realm.

There are also successful cases like Su Yuheng, but there are very few, but they have paid an even heavier price.

No matter how strong a tiger is, it will be exhausted in the face of many jackals chasing and intercepting it, and it will become food for hunters.

Being able to become an inner disciple, whether it is heart, will, strength, or actual combat experience, is slightly higher than that of an outer disciple, and it is even far from being comparable to them.

While hunting, they are also being eliminated, and elimination and elimination are often only a thought.

With the start of the hunt, the next day... Day 4... On the sixth day, every day the battlefield was extremely tragic, and the number of outer disciples who came in this time was eighty percent more than that of the inner disciples, and unpredictable things were happening all the time, and the sword patterns and rankings were also changing.

And on the seventh day, this vicious battle that belonged to all the young heavenly pride of the inner and outer gates really began.

After the accumulation of killing demonic beasts and besieging each other in the previous six days, it was finally time for plunder, and those who had not made a move did not show their bloodthirsty fangs until this moment.

For the strong, the weak is already a fattened lamb, and for the weak, the last moment is passed, it is necessary to hide from the hunt of the strong, and then do everything in their power to find an opportunity to hunt other weak.

All people are mortal enemies, and all changes can fall into ten thousand

In the land of no return, every moment represents going and staying, a successful hunt, the plundered sword pattern will make the ranking soar, and every time you encounter a crisis, you will lose all hope.

It was also from this day that the secret realm became a more cruel hunting paradise, the joy after every successful hunt, the anger and humiliation after every hunt, were fiercely stimulated, and the blood in everyone's body and the ferocity buried in the blood, more and more people turned into murderous monsters.

By this moment, the elimination rate had reached 50 percent, that is, more than 10,000 people came in, and until the seventh day, only more than 6,000 remained.

In the depths of the secret realm, in the past few days, Sikong Haoran has been circling around the magical beasts and various dangerous places, and has also met a few teams of people who are not long-eyed, and has harvested a lot of heavenly treasures and considerable sword patterns, and the few bright red words in the soul sight suddenly made him happy, "Eighty-nine thousand seven hundred and fifty sword patterns, ranking one hundred and sixty-eight." ”

For Sikong Haoran, as long as he doesn't fall into the last hundred, he is already satisfied.

A few days ago, through the soul jade, he already knew that Ye Ziying and his senior brother and sister were together, and another thing that surprised him was that the number of Ye Ziying's sword patterns was even more than him, reaching more than 107,000, and it seemed that he didn't know that those unlucky people were poisoned by her.

Ye Ziying: "Ahhhh Ahh

Sikong Haoran swept the sword seal ranking with his soul power, and at the first time, he was almost blinded by the six-digit sword pattern of the first place.

The strong plundered, every time they successfully hunted, the sword pattern would skyrocket exponentially, and the weak with low and medium strength could only become the prey again and again, and the sword pattern would not grow, but would continue to plummet.

Under this kind of captive rule, the situation of the entire battlefield and the ranking of the sword pattern are very cruel.

And this ruthless man with six-digit sword patterns, the first place is precisely the Shuangshi Peak Danhong, with 387,600 sword patterns.

The number of sword patterns in the second and third places also reached six figures, but compared to Danhong, there was still a gap.

However, it doesn't matter to Sikong Haoran who is the first and who is the second, and he doesn't care at all, because his purpose is not here.

He used his soul power to find the names of Shi Tiandong, Shi Tianshuo, and Qing Yu's three good friends, Qing Yu's sword patterns were more than Sikong Haoran's, more than 105,000 sword patterns, ranking one hundred and thirty-five, and Shi Tianshuo's two brothers were ranked in more than one thousand, which made him feel a lot more relieved.

Retracting the soul power in the sword seal, looking at the white mist and hazy sky in the distance, the soul power quickly spread to the surroundings like a tide, five miles... Ten miles... Fifteen miles....

"Hmm...!" a murmur sounded from between Sikong Haoran's lips and teeth, and suddenly turned his head, and a familiar figure appeared in his soul's sight, his eyes narrowed slightly, and disappeared in place.

On the periphery of a swamp, there were swords and swords everywhere, and a group of three people was besieged in the middle.

One of them was graceful, green silk like a waterfall, sprinkled on her slender waist, her delicate cheeks were full of anger, and a few tooth marks on her delicate red lips were clearly visible.

The outer disciples who surrounded the three of them, I don't know how many eyes fell on her body, as if attracted by a magnet, they couldn't move away for a long time, and even more, the blood in the whole body was ignited in an instant, spreading to the heavenly spirit above their heads in the boiling, and some people salivated at the corners of their mouths between their dull eyes, almost forgetting their purpose at this time.

Thoughts are frantically breeding, they want to rush up desperately, and ravage this first beauty in the inner door, in their eyes, the three people in the middle are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered in the fence.

And this Qianying, looking at the eyes full of lust around him, there was no different color, and the soft sword in his hand was as vigorous as a swimming dragon, roaring towards the vital point of their whole body, and between the white jade and green scallous wrist stabs, the Dao Dao Qinglian sword qi shot out like a storm.

"Step by step. ”

This No. 1 beauty in the inner door is none other than Yunjufeng Chen Qifeng

The Lord's daughter Chen Shuying, under her sword, the green lotus blossoms are lifelike, every step she takes, the green lotus that surrounds her seems to be dancing with vitality, the sword move is pointed, and the green lotus is caused.

Each green lotus bloomed in the air, the petals spread out, and suddenly the whole space was like a rain of green lotus swords, and the seemingly gorgeous petals were hidden with a terrifying sword aura.

"Bell! bell!"

All those who were attacked by the Qinglian Sword Qi were injured to varying degrees, and on the cyan robe, there were blood marks.

"A lotus is a lone show. ”

Chen Shuying is not the chief disciple of Yunju Peak, but she is the only daughter of the peak master, it can be said that she has been taught by her mother Chen Qi, plus these years of experience and growth, the actual combat experience is not weak.

Seizing the opportunity, the second form of the Qinglian Sword Technique attacked and killed the person who fell below, and the Qinglian that gathered into one, its power and domineering could not be compared with ordinary means.

"Boom!"

Sure enough, this overwhelmed outer disciple was hit on the chest by the Qinglian Sword Qi, and before the person landed, the blood gushing out looked extremely miserable under the coming hazy mist.

Time is passing little by little, and the tide of battle is also reversing in a bad direction, at this moment, even she herself looks out of breath, her delicate body tightly bound by the cyan gown, and her towering breasts are constantly floating.

And this scene is even more crazy, like a straw encountering the extinction lava, which was instantly annihilated into nothingness, breaking the last line of defense in their hearts.

One by one, just like the evil wolf saw the injured little white rabbit, they attacked even more frantically, in their eyes, there was no distinction between inside and outside, and they did not consider whether they would be punished by the peak master.

"I have long heard the name of Chen Shuying, the first beauty of Yunju Peak in the inner gate, and when I see it today, it is even more overwhelming than I imagined. I saw that the momentum on his body swept the entire battlefield like a flood, and all the people who were invaded by the beauty recovered in an instant, and some people still wanted to move, but they stopped moving forward under the invisible momentum.

"Shuying, let's block him, you find a chance to leave, or all three of us will lose all our sword patterns. The person leaning next to her groaned in a low voice, his phoenix eyes were full of anger, and he almost wanted to breathe fire, and he couldn't wait to step forward and stab him with a sword to relieve the hatred in his heart.

"Yes, senior sister, as long as you want to leave, it is impossible for these disciples to trap you. Lianyue also spoke out to persuade, next to Chen Shuying, a wisp of blood hanging on her lips, but she didn't feel the slightest fear from her.

"Hmph... If you want to go, where will there be such an easy thing, as long as you obediently hand over the sword pattern, and then smash the sword seal, I will not strike again, otherwise, don't blame me for not knowing how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade!" Yuchen held the long sword in his hand, and his breath locked on the three shadows in front of him, no matter who you are from the inner door, in his eyes, there are only sword patterns.

Anxiety, anger, and worry spread in the hearts of the three of them, and when they were in a dilemma, a sudden change broke the predicament at this time.

Thundered...

The secret realm firmament seemed to shake at this moment, and in an instant, a large amount of mist poured out from the depths of the swamp, and then permeated the entire space.

"It's not good, it's a swamp poisonous miasma!" Yuchen hurriedly took a pill of detoxification pills, sealing the major veins around his body and preventing the invasion of the poisonous miasma.

Even if the Great Sword Master is a person with perfect strength, if he doesn't take the Detoxification Pill in time, he will be invaded by the poisonous miasma in an instant, and he doesn't care about the other people around him, and when the three people in front of him are in a hurry, they rush away.

"Senior sister, be careful!"

"Bang...!"

The two figures were thrown away from afar, and before Chen Shuying could react, Yuchen's palm quickly enlarged in front of her eyes, and if the domineering palm wind slapped on her body, she would lose all her combat effectiveness.

"Boom...!"

One arm was tightly wrapped around her slender waist, and under the power of the palm wind, the two of them retreated far away, a whirlwind blowing in their ears, and a little softness from the palm.

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