Long Ye could clearly perceive the penetrating killing machine from all directions, and he only felt a chill down his spine, obviously the Protoss was still deeply popular, and had the support of the vast majority of people.

Tatsuno didn't know if it was good or bad for Wenren Wushuang Sword to follow him. This is a very twisted, very stubborn person, with the arrogance of a sword cultivator, it seems that worldly forces cannot break his straight backbone, he is a peerless sword, he can break the sword, but he can't make the sword bend over.

I appreciate it very much, and I'm very worried about it, I don't dare to see if the other party's actions are true or false, whether it comes from the heart, but Tatsuno has a good impression of his unbending character.

Looking at the murderous eyes around him, Tatsuno did not have a so-called crisis. First, his current face is not real, and second, he is not afraid of challenges, and he yearns for that kind of killing from the bottom of his bones.

"Then have you seen Haotian, the young master of the Protoss?" Long Ye asked what he thought in his heart, this was a big enemy, he didn't kill him at the beginning, how much unwilling he was in his heart, Long Ye himself is the kind of character who will be revenged.

"Hmph, what young master, that's just a son of the gods in front of the world, and the real young master has someone else. He just relied on the remnants of his ancestors to survive, and he was nothing. Hearing the incomparable sword intent, his cold eyes were full of battle intent.

"You've fought each other?" Tatsuno looked at and knew there was something going on.

"I'm in the Sword Pavilion, although I'm not the strongest, but I'm not afraid of anyone in the younger generation. Fought with him three times, but didn't want to cause trouble for the family, and tied. "The meaning is self-evident, if it weren't for the fetters of the family, the Wenren Peerless Sword might have defeated Haotian.

Tatsuno has a general understanding of Wenren's strength, and he should be very strong. But it can't be said that Haotian is not strong, on the contrary, he is also very strong, and the means are endless, but maybe he comes from the Protoss so that he is above the top, and lacks real life and death fighting, which also leads to a great vain in his strength.

"Hmph, don't be ashamed, if it weren't for the mercy of Haotian Holy Son, you would not be able to tie with him. Not far away, a young man with a sword sneered loudly.

Wenren was unmoved, just sat in place, with his back to the other party, "Why do you want to die?"

The voice is like a sword, like the summoning of death, cold, piercing, and the killing intent is undisguised.

The young man holding the sword had his eyes on fire, but he seemed to be very jealous of Wenren, but he didn't know what to say when he opened his mouth, and stood in place embarrassed for a while.

"Brother Wenren seems to have a misunderstanding of my god clan?" But at this time, a young man came out of the crowd, with a tall figure and elegant manners, like a Confucian scholar, giving people the feeling of being gentle and elegant, which made people have a strong sense of closeness at a glance. The appearance is four or five points similar to Haotian.

"There's no misunderstanding. It's just not good. "Wen Ren sat cross-legged, but at this time, it gave people the feeling that it was a long sword that was about to be unsheathed, and it could be devoured at any time.

"Brother Wen is young and ignorant, and there are many offends, please forgive me. I, who is an older brother, is here to match Brother Wenren. After speaking, he bowed deeply to Wenren without pretense.

As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling face when you reach out, but the young man's actions made Wenren fall into a passivity, and at the same time won the favor of everyone.

Long Ye knew deeply in his heart that the talent in front of him was the most terrifying, no matter what his strength was, his scheming was not insignificant.

"Brother Haowen is polite. "Wenren's personality is straight, but he is not stupid.

"This time, my brother was frustrated in Sixiang Academy, it can be regarded as a lesson, he was arrogant and frivolous in the past, just because he practiced in the sacred mountain all the year round, and the elders were too doting, which helped to increase his bad habits. Protoss Haowen saluted again.

"Brother Haowen doesn't have to be like this. I heard that Haotian bluntly said that Long Ye of the Four Elephants Academy is the incarnation of an alien demon?" In his tone, he also had no good impression of that Haotian, after all, if he loses, he loses, but he doesn't want to ruin the reputation of others like this and slander others to win everyone's approval.

Let everyone laugh, this is also the words of the younger brother, and the matter still needs to be verified. After all, the truth of the matter will always come out one day. Haowen suddenly looked at Long Ye, "What does this brother think?"

Long Ye was shocked, but he quickly stabilized his mind, "Hehe, the rumors stop at the wise!"

It's simple and simple, and the meaning is self-evident, which is to bluntly say that your Protoss Haotian is spreading rumors.

"Yes, rumors stop at the wise. At the same time, as for the strong. Although the tone did not fluctuate, Tatsuno could still hear the threatening words in it. To put it bluntly, the Protoss is powerful, and he is the emperor of this session, if he really wants to convict people, he can completely undisguise it, and he doesn't want to shoot directly with evidence.

"Taught!" Long Ye was speechless, but the killing intent towards Haotian in his heart was even heavier.

"Okay, everyone has time to communicate more, now it's all gone, the fog miasma here may disappear in a day or two, so let's prepare well." "Yan Ran is like a leader, but he is calm.

The crowd dispersed in twos and threes, each closing his eyes to recuperate, or communicating・・・・・・

Long Ye didn't know until this time that now he had actually become the embodiment of the alien demon, and he was also greatly admired by the Protoss's reversal of black and white, and the means of referring to the deer as a horse, and he didn't have a good impression of the Protoss, and he had the opportunity not to care about slaughtering a few more young powerhouses of the Protoss.

Nothing to say all night!

On the second day, the sky was just white, and a drastic change occurred. The originally dense gray-white mist miasma was like a wave of water, constantly converging and compressing towards the middle, gradually forming a huge tornado, soaring upward, rolling the white clouds above the nine skies.

The sound of "woo woo ・・・・・" resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the ghosts cried like wolves, like crying and complaining.

"Look, the fog miasma is about to disappear!" I don't know whose shouting made the originally silent scene immediately boil, and many people were eager to try, but those big forces were unmoved and waited quietly.

Tatsuno looked at the crowd around him eager to try, knowing that the real battle was about to begin. The secret realm has a fatal temptation for monks, like delicate poppies, seemingly beautiful, but also deadly.

"Wait, we're following the crowd. Don't rush to the top. Long Ye said lightly to Wenren Jian Wushuang.

There was no answer, just a slight nod.

The scene was extremely hot, and many scattered cultivation organizations and some forces were already in tension. There are still many monks on the periphery galloping from all over the place like moths to a fire, and Tatsuno can be regarded as a real sight of the crowd, and now I don't know how many people have come, and the crowd can be seen flying everywhere.

The mist tornado emitted the sound of wind and thunder, rolling the void air current, causing the space to vibrate, and the wind howled, blowing the robes of the people hunting. Although everyone was standing, their expressions were more serious and solemn.

The first ray of Haoyang Shenhui passed through the endless space and scattered all over the earth, and the original sky-high mist miasma tornado was as if it was attracted by a huge vacuum cleaner, and it was rapidly devoured, such a big battle, but there was no trace of mist miasma leaking.

The sound of wind and thunder is loud, and the wind is raging!

The misty swamp gradually appeared clearly in front of the world's eyes, as if a huge curtain was slowly closed, revealing a huge stage, and a bloody killing show was coming.

The bloodthirsty of the monks, the killing is unjustified!

"Wave. There was a loud bang between heaven and earth, and the last wisp of mist disappeared completely, without a trace.

Dozens of miles away, a huge pitch-black palace stands one after another, I don't know how much, the gray-white walls are mottled, and you can clearly see the fallen broken walls everywhere. It seems that endless years have passed, and the traces of time are deeply engraved on the walls. But the whole palace still stands between heaven and earth, the huge stone gate about 100 zhang high, cold and solemn, many souls, but it can't take away the desire and possession of the world.

"Whoosh. "I don't know who was the first to break the silence.

Countless figures rushed to the sky one after another.

In addition to the divine realm, this realm can truly soar in the sky, thousands of miles in an instant, this is already the power of space. And out of the body realm to the Huatian realm can only do a short distance of flight crossing, although you can't fly thousands of miles in an instant, control the space, but you can also fly in the sky, and those with a strong breath are not a problem for dozens of miles.

"Ah・・・・・・h

Countless piercing howls, endlessly, those monks who rushed in front, seemed to experience endless pain, dumplings fell from the air one after another, many monks did not wait to fall to the ground, then saw that the originally calm and waveless ground suddenly cracked, a foreign body shaped like black lightning, directly rolled the falling monks, submerged into the ground, miserable howls, heartbreaking, soon there was no sound.

Lucky monks will fall to the ground, but their bodies will quickly dry up and wither under the naked eye. Although many monks quickly used all their strength to try to resolve it, they found that their spiritual power was also rapidly lost, followed by heart-rending screams, and their flesh and muscles quickly dissolved, and in the blink of an eye, they were completely dissolved and became the nutrients of the earth.

No one will sympathize or help at this point. The only thing is mercy!

It's not that human nature is indifferent, but the reality is that the law of the jungle is the survival of the fittest!

But not all people are like this, and there are also many monks who rely on pills, their own strength or other means to survive, but they are also afraid and dare not move forward blindly.

Among them, there are many outstanding ones, who can still move forward, but with more caution.

In just a few moments, the death toll has exceeded 100. You can see the dangers.

"It's really a bunch of ignorant people, thinking that they can get there first if they can be one step ahead, but in fact, although the fog miasma is gone, the residual poison of the fog miasma still exists for a while. A monk who knew the roots said disdainfully.

The smell of blood also drew out the dormant swamp beasts.

The only similarity between the strange shapes of the swamp beasts is that they are rotten all over, their flesh and blood are blurred, and the black blood drips on the ground and makes a "hissing" sound, which shows the strong toxicity. As for the body size, there are large and small, and they are different.

There is a constant struggle for the bodies of those monks who have just died, and many of the surviving monks have been completely torn apart by sudden strange beasts.

Bloody and cruel! But it still can't stop the monk's desire!

As a big force broke through the sky, the crowd entered like locusts, overwhelming, and the momentum was not spectacular.