Hearing what the warrior in the silver mask said, the warrior who stepped forward to ask suddenly felt a pang in his heart and hurriedly retreated.

Their meaning is very clear, the content of the first round of selection test is that in the time of a stick of incense, all the martial artists who come to participate in the entry selection of the Blood Clothes Gate will kill each other, and in the end, only those who are not disabled can enter the second round of selection.

And although they survived, the warriors with mutilated limbs could only be ruthlessly killed by the people of the Bloody Clothes Gate.

After the warriors present learned of this rule, they were immediately moved and discussed.

"The noise is quiet for Lao Tzu. The silver-masked warrior picked up a bunch of incense sticks from the stone table behind him and was about to light it.

Suddenly, more than a dozen warriors immediately roared because they were afraid of the results of the first round of selection, and they fled in different directions. There are also many masters among them, and they can leap a long distance with just a slight tap of their toes on the branches of the trees. Of course, Duan Yu will not escape, he originally wanted to penetrate into the enemy and find out, and he must work hard to deal with all kinds of tests this time.

They didn't have to escape far, and from behind some rock walls in the valley and behind the trees, a dozen warriors in bloody clothes leaped out, they were armed with various weapons, and they were good at different stunts.

But the blood-clothed warriors all have a common characteristic, that is, they are ruthless and clean, and after a few moves, they will kill these fleeing warriors who seem to have good martial arts. The end was quite miserable.

As soon as the blood-clad warriors finished their actions, they immediately retreated to their original places and lurked. No more movement.

Seeing these warriors fall in a pool of blood, the blood continues to flow out and stain the weeds red. As the saying goes, things hurt their kind, rabbits die and foxes are sad, and the warriors who came to participate in the selection behind felt speechless sorrow.

It can also be said that if you inadvertently get on a thief ship, it will be difficult to get off. A little glittering fire, and the incense sticks have been lit.

"Bloody Clothes Gate Selection. The first round begins and ends after a stick of incense. The warrior in the silver mask said loudly.

Immediately, with many shouts, the warriors all attacked the people around them like crazy. This was almost like a beast fighting in the jungle, and Duan Yu was not in a hurry to attack others. Instead, he dodged with Limbo microstep. These people have no grievances against him, of course, they don't have to fight each other with swords, and it is impossible for others to attack him.

The three silver-masked warriors calmly looked at the battle in front of them, and the two people next to them both discussed: "The martial arts people who came to participate in the test this time are not very powerful! There are very few people who can emit sword qi and swords, and I really don't know how to go back to Li Xiangong." ”

"You two didn't look carefully, the young man in white didn't make a move at all, but with his incomparably mysterious footwork, it was better than a leisurely stroll. No one's weapons could hurt him in the slightest. The leader in front said meaningfully.

In the process of this fight, some warriors planned to hide in the corner and wait for others to fight to the death. They only need to survive a stick of incense. But the heavens do not fulfill people's wishes, and no one can stay out of the field and watch from the wall.

As soon as someone leaves the range for a moment, then from the woods, the agile warriors of the Bloody Sect will jump out and kill those who dare to cross the range with their swords.

For the first time, the warriors realized how long a stick of incense was. It was almost time for the confusion to finally burn the incense stick.

"Stop! The first round of selection is over. The warrior in the silver mask said loudly.

The crowd let out a long sigh of relief. At this time, there were only a few dozen surviving martial artists, and it must be known that there were more than 300 martial artists before the selection, and they came from all over the world, and they were all strong in blood. No matter what their purpose is to join the Bloody Clothes Gate, they always intend to make a difference.

In other words, out of ten warriors, only one person passed the first round of selection.

And the second round of selection is a group of three warriors, teaming up to deal with a blood-clothed warrior, the rules are very simple, as long as you can survive ten moves under the sword of this blood-clothed warrior and not die, even if you have completely passed the test.

Don't underestimate these ten moves, maybe for most martial artists in the martial arts, the ten moves can't tell the winner at all, but they are still in the tentative stage.

But for the warriors of the Bloody Clothes Gate, they are simple and neat, and they are ruthless, and between the moves, they discard many useless tricks, and they are all killing moves.

Three people deal with a blood-clothed warrior, and they have to survive ten moves, which means that everyone can resist three moves separately, and they will pass the level.

A silver-masked warrior on the left suddenly unmasked himself, picked up a blood-robed robe from the table behind him, and quickly put it on.

Just when everyone was puzzled, this person jumped in front of Duan Yu and sneered: "My name is Wu Sheng, I'm bored, your group, just leave it to me to test it personally." ”

The remaining two silver-masked warriors glanced at each other and smiled, and one of them reminded: "Brother Wu, you have to be merciful to your subordinates, otherwise they won't be able to resist even five moves, isn't this competition uninteresting?"

"Don't worry, I'm still measured, but it's just to see how many catties and taels these novices have. Wu Sheng said very leisurely.

Immediately after, there was a crisp bang, and the blood-clothed warriors swung their weapons and made a move.

The dozens of martial artists who are still alive today are not slow to react, otherwise they would not have stood out from the more than three hundred martial artists just now.

Battles between masters are fierce and short, and if you are not careful, you will die under the blade. There are even people who suddenly use hidden weapons, but the blood-clothed warriors are all one in a hundred, and they have long been wary of the opponent's trick, and they dodge very dexterously, and in the next moment, they will ruthlessly kill the opponent.

The blood-clad warriors didn't die, they were so powerful that only a few of them encountered a tricky opponent, leaving him with some minor injuries.

On Duan Yu's side, he joined forces with two first-class martial artists, but when Wu Sheng made a move, he killed these two martial artists together with a single sword, which was majestic.

The sword glowing with purple light, the attack wrapped around the head and brain, as long as three zhang, it is obvious that Wu Sheng's strength is actually in the realm of the Innate True Dan, which is quite rare, no wonder he can become a silver mask messenger.

Duan Yu originally planned to use Ling Bo's micro-step dodge to the tenth move, then it could be regarded as a test, but after thinking about it, if he used to pass guò in such a special way, it would definitely attract the attention of these people. The Bloody Clothes Gate was created by Li Xian, and Murong Fu is now following Li Xian, if he hears about this, he will definitely suspect that this mysterious footwork is Ling Bo Weibu.

Duan Yu's mind was racing, and then he pulled out the crimson long sword behind him with a loud bang.

If he controls his sword qi within the range of three zhang, then it will not show his true cultivation realm. In an instant, the crimson sword qi and the dark purple sword slashed, sparks splashed, and the wind spread, making you come and go, and I was very happy.

When the fight reached the eighth move, Wu Sheng suddenly sent out a quenched steel dart from a strange angle, hitting Duan Yu's important acupuncture point.

Fortunately, Duan Yu was able to immediately run the "Qiankun Great Shift" to temporarily move the acupuncture points, and his poisonous body completely ignored the poison quenched by this steel dart.

"Kid suffer death, I dare to support the ninth move, I must not bear it!" Wu Sheng shouted angrily. "You can't bear it, uncle, I can't bear it. Although Duan Yu was not seriously injured, he received a steel dart in a good manner, and it was also a little painful, which aroused his anger.

At this time, Duan Yu didn't dodge, he slashed in the air with a red long sword in both hands.

There are no complicated and superfluous trick changes, just a sharp and direct sword.

The dazzling crimson sword qi slammed with the purple sword at the moment of lightning, and in an instant, the crimson sword qi suddenly spread from three zhang to a range of almost six zhang.

"How is it possible? What kind of swordsmanship are you?" Wu Sheng asked in shock.

Suddenly, his mind became blank, as if he had become so powerless when he was a low-level martial artist when he faced a master.

But with a crisp cracking sound, the sword in his hand turned into many fragments and flew around, deeply embedded in the pine trees.

In a trance, Wu Sheng's head was directly cut off and rolled to the ground, his eyes widened, and he couldn't bat at himself.

The other two silver-masked warriors, as well as the numerous blood-clothed men, as well as the dozen or so martial artists who were still alive, were all in disbelief and speechless in surprise.

"I'm sorry, I can't stop it. This person is too despicable, and under the absolute superiority, he also uses quenched steel darts to plot, I can't just swallow my anger. Duan Yu said neither humbly nor arrogantly, and at the same time, he shook off the blood stained on the crimson long sword in his hand.

After being silent for a while, the silver-faced martial artist led by him asked in a deep voice, "Since you have been hit by the quenching steel dart, why haven't you died?"

"Every martial artist has his own secrets, don't talk about it, in short, isn't my current state still very good?" Duan Yu smiled lightly.

The silver-faced martial artist glanced at Duan Yu deeply, and he guessed what kind of powerful soft armor Duan Yu was wearing, so he didn't continue to ask.

"You've gone a step too far, and it's time to get to the point. The other silver-faced martial artist next to him said sternly.

"It's ridiculous, just allow your people to kill us new martial artists, aren't you allowed to fight back?" Duan Yu didn't back down at all, and said loudly.

"Very well, boy, your character and methods are very much in line with the principles of our Bloody Clothes Gate. Remember, there are no brothers and friends here, teammates are just interests. Wu Sheng's kid is unlucky today, it's just a matter of dying, you can be regarded as a test. The silver-faced warrior at the head said coldly.

Duan Yu thanked him, and there were thirteen other martial artists who had been assessed, and they all stood in a row, waiting for the instructions of the silver mask martial artist. (To be continued)