On the ninth day of the fifth month, this should have been a good day for the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

Ten thousand years ago, Emperor Xuanyuan founded the Xuanyuan Sword Sect on this day. Every hundreds of years, Xuanyuan will hold a large puja and invite fellow practitioners to celebrate. Although this year is not a round number year, it is common for the Sword Sect to celebrate a little.

As a sect's birthday, I can't pay too much attention to it.

However, this year's celebration was very rare and did not start, the high-level sword cultivators had black faces one by one, the low-level sword cultivators were all filled with righteous indignation, and as for the lower-level wrestlers, they were all cautious, for fear of being angered if they made a mistake;

It's as if it only takes a little spark to explode.

Today, twenty-five days have passed since the hundred sword cultivators of the Heartbeat Sect entered the Nine Palace Realm, and according to the latest news from the Requiem Hall, a full eighty-seven soul lamps have been extinguished.

And twenty-five days ago, what was about to enter the Nine Palaces at Xizhao Peak was a living ninety-four sword cultivators, which almost included half of all the outstanding disciples of the entire Sword Sect.

Just yesterday, Fang Huazhen, the former head of the company who learned the exact number of deaths, invited himself to Feilai Fenggang Fengjian for a hundred years in Chongxiao Tower to atone for his sins.

There are still five days left, and there are only seven sword cultivators, five inner swordsmen, and two outer swordsmen left. When the Nine Palace Realm is over, in the end, there will be no sword cultivators who can survive, this question weighs heavily on the hearts of every sword cultivator in Xuanyuan.

No one dared to think about it, and no one dared to predict it.

Wen Guangfeng Songhe Pavilion, crossing the sea, Bulian, crossing the difficulty, crossing the truth, crossing the square, Chong Xuan and other Jindan inner sword cultivators gathered together, saying that it was a little too much to use wine to eliminate sorrows, but the brows were not spread, and there was restlessness.

Among the twenty-three inner swords who entered the Nine Palace Realm, almost all of them were familiar with each other, and they had the friendship of teaching and guidance, and even a few of them were their personal disciples at all.

Du Jian said in a low voice: "The news from Zhaozhao, Yuqing, and Yunding, under the comprehensive judgment, these three families add up, and it is no more than ten ......."

"Good boys, I really didn't embarrass Xuanyuan!" According to the losses of these three families, plus the casualties of the Taiqing and Guangling families, that is to say, on average, each Xuanyuan Sword Cultivator killed at least two, which is a very remarkable achievement without preparation, so Du really said this.

Watanatsu said with contempt: "I heard that nearly seventy people of the Guangling Sect have died, and they really deserve it, and this kind of hypocritical sect should have this result." “

Chong Xuan counted with his fingers, "Han Peng, Han Feng, Han Wave, Han Yun, Jackdaw, there are only five of our inner swords left, Han Peng needless to say, Wu was born, he has great talent and strength, and other people are also known as geniuses, which one is this Jackdaw? How have I never heard of it? If I can persist until now, how can this strength be unknown?"

Bu Lian pursed her lips, "It's not that you crossed the sea senior brother pressed it?" Some time ago, the Xuandu Jindan in the blessed land of Zhongjo was beheaded, and he did it." “

Du Zhen feigned anger and said: "It turns out that this good seedling was hidden by Senior Brother and secretly taught? “

Du Haiyi waved his hand, "Don't listen to your senior sister, this is not my business, this jackdaw has a self-righteous heart, I just help him cover it up." “

"How's the strength?" Chong Xuan said curiously.

"It should be no less than Wu Xixing. "Crossing the sea and cutting the railway.

"In this way, it is not impossible to completely destroy the Zhao gang. Du Nan sighed, he was a little embarrassed, in terms of people, he was not as good as his disciple Han Jiang.

Wataru sighed: "Just how many are left? ”

Everyone was silent.

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Li Ji shook his spirits, struggled to draw his sword, and finally beheaded the Guangling disciple in front of him under the sword, ignoring the other party's bitter pleading.

Life and death killing, there is no mercy to say; being merciful to the enemy is cruelty to oneself and to Xuanyuan's brothers; who knows what he will do later if you spare him on the front foot?

This matter is also an evil sect, could it be that he was born to clash with the Guangling Sect? How could he meet this Guangling disciple when he was chosen at random?

When choosing an opponent this time, Li Ji had also paid attention to the situation of all parties, and there were only nine people left in Zhao Zhao's group, which showed that since the rules were changed, regardless of whether there was a ventilation report from the White Bone Gate, the sword cultivators who understood it began to make the same choice - to gather fire and Zhao Zhao, otherwise the blue color of Zhao Zhao would not have dropped from sixty-seven to nine in just over ten days.

This time, Li Ji passively accepted it, but he didn't think about it, but he became a random Guangling disciple;

Under what circumstances will it be randomly assigned? No one chooses him Li Ji, and the realm spirit will be randomly assigned, which can only explain one point.

Zhao and the gang are instigated!

Since the change of the rules, Li Ji has been fighting every time he has turned over the world, when he is passive, he picks up Zhao's gang, and when he is active, he picks Zhao's gang, and on the fifteenth, he killed nearly thirty Zhaozhao, Yuqing, and Yunding disciples, and this achievement accounts for nearly half of all sword cultivation.

He didn't look for the White Bone Gate to get time to rest, because he suddenly figured out a truth, he has a loss of mana, and the enemy has a consumption, no one is stronger than the other, why care too much about whether the mana and soul are abundant?

By this time, both sides were exhausted, and it was no longer the secret techniques of the exercises, the talisman and the magic weapon, but the will, the momentum, the fearlessness, and who was more ruthless. Can you dodge?

Whoever instigates who dies.

Nearly fifty times over the realm, but there are not a few spirit jade left, all of which are used to recover mana as soon as possible, even if the spirit jade is used luxuriously like this, it is only barely enough to maintain the mana at about fifty percent.

Resources are no longer a matter for Li Ji to consider, Xuanyuan Sword Cultivation is responsible for making him have no other ideas except to slaughter his opponents;

Turning over the boundary again, it was his turn to click, and it was still the blue light that was left to choose.

In the small space, the two of them found each other at the same time, and the distance between them was less than ten zhang, and the monk retreated, sacrificed the magic weapon, and shouted in his mouth:

"You and I, each for their own master, originally had no grievances; now that time is running out, and there are countless casualties, why don't you shake hands and say joy? “

Li Ji released the sword while taking out the sword weapon and chasing after him, his mouth opened a rare mouth, and he said with a cruel smile:

"It's up to you when the fight starts, but it's Lao Tzu who has the final say when it ends!"

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Wu Xixing swallowed the last recovery pill, and forced the opponent into a corner in the continuous outbreak; seeing the opponent's crazy counterattack before dying, he did not cherish himself as before, retreating first, and waiting for the opponent to be exhausted before attacking.

Instead, he exchanged his injuries for his life, desperately receiving a heavy blow from the opponent, and at the same time cutting off the opponent's head.

His mana is withered, and he can't afford to spend it anymore; he can bear the injury, because there are still a lot of healing pills; time, but he can't be delayed, he can't waste precious mana, now he can't let alone recover the pills, even the spirit jade is used completely.

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The cold wind dragged the remnants of the body, and exchanged flying swords with the Yunding Sword Cultivator on the opposite side.

He knew that his time was numbered, his body was seriously injured, it was inconvenient to escape, and his mana was about to run out, so he found an opportunity to no longer block the opponent's flying sword, but to attack with all his strength, in order to die together.

However, this Yunding Sword Cultivator is not easy to get along with, and the critical place has flashed through the vital point, only a long cut has been drawn under the ribs, but the cold wind has been pierced through the abdomen by him, and he is no longer able to resist.

Yunding Sword Cultivator hurriedly took the pill, it was very troublesome to be injured by the flying sword, it took a lot of time for the sword qi to stay in the body to expel it, just this one, his strength was reduced by at least thirty percent, and he couldn't recover at all in more than ten hours, he was angry in his heart, and scolded:

"Xuanyuan thief, dare to die with me? What is going on? But I don't know what else you can do?"

The cold wind collapsed to the ground, but laughed and said, "So what? But a few hours earlier, a few hours later, do you think you can escape the pursuit of my senior brother?"