The core disciples around Ling Yi had already run away.

It was Ling Yi who was blocked by the Eight Dragons Silver Dart and it was not them, at this time, seeing that this little rabbit cub could no longer run around at will, how could he stand near him as a shield, naturally how far and how far he ran.

A rare open space was suddenly vacated in front of the Fire Cloud Wall, and the core disciples huddled together, gritting their teeth and waiting for a puff of blood flowers to bloom in the center of the clearing.

That blood is naturally Ling Yi's!

No matter how much this kid can run, he can't escape the blockade in all directions, right?

Everyone was thinking so in their hearts, including Ling Yi himself.

Since his family knew about his family's affairs, Ling Yi believed that his body routine must have been seen through by Elder Sikong, so he could calculate his dodge direction first.

At this time, you can no longer dodge, you can only block hard!

As soon as he thought of this, he stabilized his body, and his body, which had been ethereal from the beginning, finally had a moment of condensation.

The moment he raised his head, the red fire pupil had already retracted!

In any case, the secret in his eyes still does not want to be discovered by others.

In fact, the angle of the Eight Dragons Silver Dart rebounding back had been deeply imprinted in his mind before he retracted the Red Fire Pupil, how to deal with it, and he also had a draft at that time, and it didn't matter if there was a Red Fire Pupil at this time.

The important thing was that he knew that Elder Sikong would not kill him!

"It's coming!"

At the moment when he raised his head, an afterimage crossed Ling Yi's eyes, and the first silver dart that bounced back was already close to him.

On the side of the body, the Purple Pole Dragon, who had already accumulated strength, made it extremely awkward, and it was not really a move with his fist, but relying on his elbow.

Bang——!

The dragon shape flashed slightly, and then it was shattered, and the dragon shadow of the first punch of the purple pole dragon suddenly appeared and hit the silver dart with his elbow, and the force contained in the dart directly knocked away the dragon shape that had just been transported, and the sleeve at his elbow turned into flying ashes, not to mention, a puddle of blood was also dispersed into a blood mist, and the elbow immediately hurt, but where could he care about checking the injury.

One blow was hit, Ling Yi didn't dare to slack off at all, the reason why he hit a blow with his elbow was because he could just use the power of this counterattack to flick the whole person forward.

The arm stretched and contracted, like a spring, and the purple pole dragon killed the second fist and the angry dragon went out to sea and flashed a dragon shadow, just right to crash into the second flying silver dart.

With a bang, another puff of blood mist dispersed, and the fists were also dripping with blood.

Two pieces!

Ling Yi couldn't control the severe pain in his hands at all, and his mind was only firmly focused on the number of silver darts that had been knocked down.

Brush ——!

The body twisted, one leg supported the ground, and the other leg rotated and swept into the air, and a move of the dragon tail was divided into two styles by him, one left and one right like a flexible whip, and the other two silver darts were kicked twice.

As a result, two more puffs of blood mist burst out.

Ling Yi's instep and the soles of his feet hurt at the same time, and his leg meridians were numb, and his leg was temporarily useless.

But that's not all!

Two more silver darts were coming one after the other, and Ling Yi was at this time when the single leg he threw out was withdrawn, and between the lightning and the fire, he had to use his other intact arm to punch again in a more awkward posture.

Purple Dragon Kills Double Dragons to Win Pearls!

Obviously it was just one hand, but under Ling Yi's gritted teeth and desperately, he instantly shot out two dragon shapes, also double points left and right, and tried his best to bombard the two silver darts that went straight to his forehead.

Click!

Two in succession, but not as dull as before.

Ling Yi connected the four darts, with his cultivation was already extremely reluctant, and then the other two darts, he didn't have enough strength to catch hard, and the double dragon that was hastily hit to win the pearl was only barely blocking the silver dart.

However, the explosion of the blood mist has also become even larger.

The two silver darts were directly inserted into his fists, and the pain immediately made Ling Yi's eyes black.

But there are only six of them!

Pain after pain, but Ling Yi's mind was extremely clear, and he still remembered the angle of the last two silver darts, but ......

He really didn't have the energy to take it anymore.

His arms hung down softly, and Ling Yi's body was slightly sideways, which was the last bit of response he could make at this time.

Brush!

The silver darts attacked, and the last two silver darts were directly above his head, like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, hitting Ling Yi's head.

Burst!

Burst!

The blood flashed, and Ling Yi's last sideways body saved his head, not being pierced by the silver dart with two blood holes, but he didn't completely dodge, and he was still stabbed in the body.

One pierced his left shoulder, and blood gushed out, while the other was directly nailed to the instep of his right foot, the only one in his limbs that had not yet been injured, and another fountain of blood spurted out.

The eight dragon silver darts were picked up by him one by one!

At this time, Ling Yi was extremely embarrassed, all of Zhou's body was stained red with blood, and his hands, left shoulder, and legs were all painful, making him slump on his body, and even the strength to stand was about to disappear.

This is the method he calculated for himself with the use of the Red Fire Pupil to be able to take the Eight Dragons Silver Dart.

But in fact, Ling Yi only calculated the dynamics of the first six darts, and for the last two darts, it can be said that it is also extremely lucky.

"You lost. ”

Watching Ling Yi coldly take over the entire process of the Eight Dragons Silver Dart, it wasn't until the last silver dart pierced into his instep that Elder Sikong spoke coldly.

Immediately, as soon as his body turned, he was about to go directly back to the cave.

The test had been completed, and it could be said that except for Ling Yi's light skills that exceeded the limit, the rest of the places did not exceed Elder Sikong's expectations.

It's ridiculous that this kid still wants to calculate against him, and this time he has suffered the consequences, which can be regarded as a small lesson for him.

Elder Sikong, who turned around, had no waves in his heart, how could a disciple of the Martial Dao Quadruple like Ling Yi bring him even the slightest threat?

Let's go back to cultivating.

He was thinking like this, as soon as his steps moved, what he didn't expect was that Ling Yi's voice came from behind him.

"Elder, I want to ...... I should have won!"

Ling Yi, who was covered in blood, frowned, enduring intense pain, but his face was excited.

As soon as these words came out, it was like an explosion of the pot, which made the core disciples who looked a little stupid around them come back to their senses.

"What are you talking nonsense?"

"It's ridiculous, Elder Sikong didn't even move, you made it like this yourself, and you dare to speak out?"

"Hahaha, in my opinion, this kid is confused!"

"If the elder didn't kill you, you should burn high incense, and dare to talk nonsense here?"

Most of the core disciples immediately pointed at Ling Yi and sneered, and the anger that had been played by Ling Yi before had already dissipated after seeing the other party become a bloody person.

Instead, there is a breath of pleasure in the chest.

Among them, the big man who was the first to taunt Ling Yi, but was taught a lesson by Elder Sikong, and his ridicule was also the loudest among everyone.

In addition, there were also a small number of core disciples who looked at Ling Yi thoughtfully, and the expressions on their faces gradually changed from surprise to amazement.

In the midst of the shouting and scolding, Elder Sikong's paused figure slowly turned around, different from the gaze of others, and even no longer his previous indifference, but with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"Tell me, how did you win?"

He seemed to suddenly have some interest in Ling Yi, and asked uncharacteristically.

"I ...... Still standing!"

Ling Yi's face was resolute, and his blood-drenched fingers tapped at his feet.

There was the instep pierced by the last silver dart, and the dark red blood stained the silver dart red, and the ground beneath his feet.