The two fought, and there were countless casualties around them. Some monks who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to be yellow sparrows were strangled by the air currents and whirlpools before they could escape.

The seriously injured male cultivator had anger in his eyes, and he was injured by a monk who was two small realms below him, and his resentment and grievances made him irrational anymore.

Just as his spiritual power was soaring, and he was about to sacrifice a killer move, five almost breathless dark rays pierced into his dantian abdomen, submerged into the back of his eyebrows, and the last one drilled into his heart.

He Miaomiao split the dust, and her bloodstained face was imprinted in the eyes of everyone, and no one dared to provoke the killing god who came out of purgatory.

In the distance, the Lingding, which can be attacked and defended, is like a bottomless abyss black hole, once it is entangled by suction, there is no way to get out.

The two Jin Dan lay on the ground in the middle of the period, their bloody five fingers desperately grasping the weeds on the ground, and their feet kicked violently to try to stand up, but the suction force could not help them resist. As soon as it aggravated, the two of them didn't even scream, they were included in the refining, and not even a drop of blood fell.

The crowd that could not be seen at the beginning was scattered all over the grassland at this time, and it could be counted with a sweep of the divine sense.

Of the remaining thirty monks, there are twenty-five Jindan consummation, three in the late stage, one in the middle stage, and one in the early stage. Standing on top of the corpses of countless people and demon beasts, with a vigilant look on his face, no one rashly moved.

Those who have lived until now are not good at stubble, and once they want to fight, they will always be killed by the people behind them.

He Miaomiao and the female cultivator in the middle of the Jindan in the distance were even more vigilant than anyone else, and the spiritual power in their bodies was only less than forty percent left. And the monks who are in the later stage and consummated, there are at least fifty percent of the spiritual power left.

According to the rules of the arena group battle, the number of people should have been counted by now, and whichever side has the most remaining people will win. But this is obviously not the case here, these monks are dressed in different clothes, and when they form the eight camps, they are all chaotic, and it is impossible to tell who is on which side.

She clearly remembered that the indifferent male voice that emanated from the giant tree just now was the beginning of the "competitive midfield", and the end has not been announced yet, indicating that the victory or defeat is still undecided!

Judging from the more vigilant looks of the cultivators than just now, He Miaomiao couldn't help but guess whether this competition would be fought to the end, and only the two of them would fight until the only winner was separated.

If that's the case at halftime, what will be the end?

She clenched her fists and wanted to take out the tonic elixir to take, but suddenly found that except for her and Bai Lian, everyone had no storage bags or storage rings on them. During the whole chaotic battle, no one was seen taking the pill.

Bai Lian didn't know when, so she put the storage bag hanging around her waist into her sleeve and hid it, and the ring on her finger was hidden all the time, and it didn't attract any attention at this time.

Unable to take the pill, the spiritual power recovery was extremely slow, and He Miaomiao felt a little bottomless in her heart.

The strangers she had never met should have had no intersection, but she was forced to fight for life and death here, so she didn't know what kind of mood to use to face it.

In order to survive, she will not be merciful when she moves, but if she wants to take the initiative to kill a bloody path, she and Bai Lian can't do it.

They fell here by accident, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are outsiders, and the mentality of the monks who have experienced several, if not more than a dozen competitions, is completely different.

Just as she was frowning tightly, thinking about what to do next, Jin Dan Chengcheng, who was standing on the pile of corpses on the left, suddenly had a surge in spiritual power, and rushed towards the late stage of Jin Dan directly opposite with a loud roar.

He Miaomiao no longer had a chance to hesitate, all the Jindan was consummated, as if they had been discussed, and several of them joined forces and dispersed, obviously to solve the low level of Jindan first, and then decide the superior in the same small realm.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the low-level monks all dodged and gathered in the middle, and the five low-level monks together still had the power to fight back, once they were dispersed, they would definitely be broken one by one!

There are no talismans, no array flags, and all the monks who rely on their natal magic weapons are like ferocious beasts. At this moment, there are no more gorgeous tricks, one blow is more ruthless than the other, one move is more insidious than the other, and all kinds of spiritual light converge into the glow, illuminating the grassland as bright as day.

He Miaomiao and Bai Lian put away their complicated feelings, the situation is not up to others, and there is only one way to die if they continue to be hypocritical. They didn't die in the experience, they didn't die in the hands of the demonic beasts, they didn't die under the blatant coercion of the Tu Shan clan, and they were even more unwilling to die here!

As soon as his mind moved, He Miaomiao sacrificed ten third-order talismans, and together with the ten pieces of the hundred refining sacrifices, they turned into five-colored spiritual light, gathering into a giant python long silk!

The transfiguration was only in the blink of an eye, and the five elements attacked, which was exerted by the talisman to the extreme of the third-order reach, instantly rushed to the front of the Jindan Consummation, and in their shocked eyes, it exploded with a loud rumbling sound.

"They have storage bags!"

I don't know who shouted, He Miaomiao and Bai Lian instantly became the target of everyone, and when the two of them sacrificed the talisman, they had already flashed their bodies, facing the grassland, facing the cultivators, and there was no hesitation in their eyes!

The hundred refining clothes were windless and automatic, and the coercion of the late Jindan was exhausted, and the spiritual power of the whole body soared, and it was frantically injected into the spirit tripod that was constantly growing in the air. He quickly pinched the trick with both hands, and the speed of the Lingding Flying Tripod became faster and faster, as if it was completely still.

The irresistible suction came instantly, and the cultivators were pulled by the invisible force, and they almost stood unsteadily, and Bai Lian sacrificed ten talismans again, and his divine sense moved, sticking to the ground and flying away quickly.

The mid-stage female cultivator who shook her body, as well as several late-stage monks with limited defense, were instantly hit by the talisman, and could no longer resist under the serious injury, and were pulled into it by Lingding in one fell swoop.

He Miaomiao flashed quickly behind him, using his sword to prevent all secret attacks, and at the same time sacrificing a talisman to kill the opponent in one fell swoop when he was unprepared.

The tacit understanding between the two of them, coupled with the assistance of the third-order talisman, quickly solved most of the people, and only the eight Jin Dan Consummation were still lingering. When they resisted the spirit tripod and talismans, they consumed one or two percent of spiritual power, and at this time, the remaining three or four percent were difficult to become a big climate.

He Miaomiao and Bai Lian quickly swallowed the spirit tonic pill, and in the other party's resentful eyes, they quickly recovered to fifty percent of their spiritual power, but they had the upper hand at this last moment.

The five men and three women on the opposite side, all with green light in their eyes, almost sacrificed their killing moves at the same time, hoping to break the two bodies on the opposite side into thousands of pieces.

Who knew that the strong attack that gathered eight killing moves had not yet pounced in front of the two, but was scattered in mid-air by a force that could not be said whether it was light or heavy.

"The competitive halftime is over, and the last game, with ten survivors fighting the demon beast, officially begins an hour later. ”

The light male voice came from the giant tree again, and the monks on the grassland were all in despair. Their defenses are exhausted, their minds are tired, and they only have the natal magic weapon in their hands, how can they face the demon beasts with strong bodies?