The two men held swords but did not use their weapons to fight each other. They each stood on one side of the ring, holding their fingers together and reciting incantations. Yan Wuji was wrapped in a cloud of rust-like smoke. The rust was trying to stick to his body, but it was always blocked by a looming light white film.
Yan Wuji snorted coldly, "Qi Zhenyuan, your ulcer technique is nothing more than that."
Suddenly a white light burst out, and the rusty air rushed away.
Yan Wuji pointed his finger, and a black ghost figure suddenly appeared above Qi Zhenyuan, and slashed down with the sickle in his hand.
"Senior Brother Yan's sick ghost skills have improved to a new level. I'm afraid Qi Zhenyuan won't be able to do it."
"The two of them have always disliked each other. Today, they used the well-known martial arts competition to create a strong smell of gunpowder and a fierce fight."
"Not only that, but it will be fake and real later, and you may get killed or maimed."
Qi Zhenyuan looked indifferent, rubbed his three fingers, and a white light dagger came across the air, and struck the sickle with one sword.
"Boom!"
The sickle ghost and the lightsaber shook violently, turning into two groups of rays of light that merged together. Qi Zhenyuan exerted force on his feet and jumped out like a human arrow, and the Polu Sword hole came out of his hand.
Qi Zhenyuan, a martial arts disciple with great power, learned the "Tianjiu Technique", a common Qi refining technique in Dayue Sect, and had already refined a set of demon-subduing sword skills to the fifth level.
Yan Wuji was close to him as the glow surged up. He swerved to avoid it, and the Frost Flower Sword pierced straight towards Qi Zhenyuan's eyebrows.
Qi Zhenyuan raised his sword back and deflected Yan Wuji's sword move...
The two of them fought evenly and fell into a bitter fight.
After more than ten rounds of fierce fighting, Yan Wuji slashed his sword several times and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent.
He swung the sword as fast as a different person, the frosty sword's glow surged, and the sword penetrated Qi Zhenyuan's protective shield and pierced his right shoulder!
"Ah, Yan Wuji is so shameless. He actually used the secret technique of self-mutilation and blood sacrifice, regardless of the injuries to his internal organs, in a despicable way to win!"
"Even if he wins and his force is greatly reduced within three months, will the sect still let him go? It's simply shameless and brainless!"
Qi Zhenyuan's fellow disciples were furious and cursed loudly.
Secret techniques such as the Blood Sacrifice Technique are usually used to save oneself in times of crisis. They do not hesitate to damage the meridians and internal organs, and temporarily increase the burst of mana by 50%. If they fail, they will become benevolent and fight to the death.
The elder of Dayuemen who was supervising the battle knitted his eyebrows and reluctantly announced that Yan Wuji had won.
It is not illegal to use self-mutilation, and victory is victory.
Qi Zhenyuan was so angry that his legs were shaking and he spilled most of the medicine. It was his junior brother who helped apply the ointment.
With disdain on his face, Yan Wuji took out a vermillion pill and swallowed it.
"Ah, Blood Ginseng and Heaven-Building Pill? Where did this bastard get the elixir?"
Yan Wuji was proud of himself, "What do you losers know?!"
The Blood Ginseng and Heaven-Building Pill is a fourth-grade high-grade elixir, each worth fifteen thousand spiritual stones. Yan Wuji's internal organs injuries can be recovered in ten days, and the exploration of the secret realm will not be affected in any way.
The elixir was a gift from his master several years ago. In order to compete for a spot and defeat his old enemy Qi Zhenyuan, Yan Wuji did not hesitate to waste the elixir and used secret techniques to defeat the enemy.
…
On the eighth day of March, Weikui Cliff.
In the long, narrow and deep valley, the huge blue vortex spots on the cliff face appear and disappear regularly.
Yan Tiande, the Great Protector of the Yunxiao Sect, and Situ Deng, the Superintendent of the Dayue Sect, came in person. Behind them were eight acquired warriors.
"Early Xiantian!" Xue Tong saw such a high-level warrior for the first time. The powerful pressure was like a big stone pressing on his chest. A feeling of fear arose spontaneously, and the gray spots in his head trembled slightly.
Xue Tong's face turned pale. After months of awakening with the Divine Blazing Technique, the gray dots stretched out silver threads and sucked his mental energy for half a month, and things got better in the past few days. If he was restless and agitated at this moment and was noticed by Xiantian, he would simply not know how it would end.
Situ Deng looked behind him seemingly unintentionally, and with a lightning glance, Xue Tong hurriedly lowered his head, avoiding Situ Deng's vicious and majestic gaze.
Ten people from Yan Tiande sat down facing the blue spot, made secrets in their hands, and murmured spells. Above the tall cliffs, yellow dust rolled, and the originally indistinct array mask gradually emerged, and golden, yellow, and red talismans The text rolled across the surface of the array cover one after another, rolling faster and faster.
In the stone room of the bunker, the two warriors guarding the Huangtian thick earth formation plate also pointed their fingers and chanted the formula, and the yellow light on the formation plate stopped flowing.
In Yan Tiande's sleeve, an ancient porcelain vase with spiritual patterns engraved on it rose into the air, pouring out eight emerald green light balls. The eight Houtians raised their palms to the sky, each holding one.
The emerald green light ball expanded and slowly flew to the top of Huangtian's thick earth array. It pulled out strips of earthy yellow light from the array cover and sucked it into the ball.
"Quick!" Yan Tiande shouted, and a thick green beam of light from his palm hit the formation heavily.
Seeing this, Situ Deng waved his big hand, and a huge sword with emerald green wood attribute struck hard at the rolling yellow dust cloud of Huangtian's thick earth formation.
"Bang!" A small opening opened in the magic circle, and a powerful air wave spurted out, sweeping across the valley, flying sand and rocks, and uprooting trees. The air wave swept across the top of the mountain, and Xue Tong's brown robe bulged and made a hunting sound.
"Quickly enter the formation and enter the secret realm!" Yan Tiande shouted.
Lei Xiao flew up the cliff and got close to the blue spot. He disappeared in a flash, and then Wei Geng, Tang Yiming, Mu Lianggong... filed in quickly.
As soon as Xue Tong's blue spot touched his body, a cold feeling immediately filled his body. He breathed in the whirlpool. In an instant, the world was spinning, and everything in front of his eyes was pitch black.
There was only the whistling of the wind in my ears. I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was a light in front of me, and Xue Tong shot into the gray void like a cannonball.
He used the cloud movement technique, regained his balance in mid-air, and slowly fell down.
Xue Tong rubbed his eyes and saw that he was in an open space. The sky was gloomy and there was no sunlight. The strange peaks and mountains in the south stretched as far as the eye could see. A majestic mountain peak in the north was more than a thousand feet high, and the top was shrouded in clouds and mist.
He looked around and spread out the map to observe.
"What are the mountains in the north? Shouldn't Nanyun Peak be in the south? It looks like the shape of the mountain, but how could I be further south on the mountain?!"
"Oops, the teleportation location is wrong, it's different from what I originally thought!"
According to the notes left behind from many trips to the secret realm in the past, the south of Yunfeng is very foggy, and crossing the mountains is extremely dangerous. It is completely incompatible with the level of middle and late martial arts disciples. Therefore, all previous expeditions set off north as a group, and the information in the south is unknown. .
"Climb the mountain to meet up with your companions?"
"I have a secret. It might be better to go alone."
"At least wait and see, is there anyone else teleporting nearby?"
Xue Tong found some dead grass and branches nearby and set off fireworks to indicate the location. He waited for more than three hours until a not-so-bright new moon rose in the night sky.
"The plan is to follow the map and follow the map to gather at Yunfeng. If the location is unknown and Yunfeng is not seen, then head south."
"Logically, I should go north, cross the mountains and try to meet up with my fellow disciples at the northern foot of Yunfeng Peak."
"It's still early, and opportunities in secret realms are rare. Let's go shopping first."
Xue Tong walked toward the southern mountains.
The air in the secret realm is heavy, the flying spell consumes twice as much mana, and the speed is not much faster than running.
He carried two storage bags, and the black paint knife had been moved to the storage bag for easy use at any time.
…
In the gray moonlight, more than ten small bags suddenly bulged from the ground ahead and rushed towards them quickly.
"Pengpeng", a group of giant rats the size of wild boars emerged from the ground, with yellow tails and green eyes, rotten mouth and fangs, and they squeaked and screamed.
Earth demon rat! The first one in the group of rats jumped up high. Before the rats arrived, the fishy smell hit their nostrils.
"Hehe, it's time to try out my Goose-winged Kelvin and Dacheng's lightning strike spell!"
The wild goose-winged turtle's light suddenly shone brightly, and it penetrated the skull of the beast in an instant at such a high speed. The demon rat in the middle stage of an ordinary martial artist was no longer a problem for Xue Tong. Three injuries.
The rat corpse was thrown several feet away, and the seven or eight demon rats surrounding Xue Tong abandoned him. They began to tear up the dead rat frantically, gobbling it up, and devouring the rat corpse completely in the blink of an eye.
"What the hell is so evil!" Xue Tong took advantage of the group of rats to be distracted and slapped the goose-winged crab in his hand. Three rats were killed. He struck back with his backhand and turned over the demon rat that was sneaking up from behind. This magical weapon faced the enemy for the first time. , the power displayed has more than doubled compared to half a year ago!
Yu Shu was frightened and immediately turned around and ran away.
Xue Tong waved his hand, and a dazzling lightning exploded the largest rat to pieces.
He patted the spirit pet bag, and the remaining wounded and broken rats on the battlefield were returned to the Bone Puppet for disposal as usual.
"It's strange that Gray Dot turned a blind eye to the escaping rat soul. Is it because the level is too low?"
Xue Tong was just thinking about it when he was startled by two green beast eyes in the darkness.
"There are so many monsters? One after another, another one comes?"
The low roar of a leopard, the same mid-level martial artist. Xue Tong was injured. He stepped towards the demon leopard and punched out with a big fist.
The fourth level of evil fist, the blue-black smoke wrapping around the forearm is much thicker than half a year ago.
The Ghost Evil Fist was very fast, but the reaction of the demon leopard was also extraordinary. He thrust diagonally and jumped high. Seeing that the punch was about to miss, Xue Tong changed his move on the way, blocking the way with his reserved back hand, and delivered a solid punch. Hitting the leopard's body, the demon leopard flew straight away, dying in the air.
The situation in the secret realm made Xue Tong scratch his head. He encountered two groups of monsters just a few dozen miles away from the plains. It is obvious that the environment was harsh.
The scene of a group of rats eating rat corpses reminded him that the secret realm monsters were bloodthirsty and crazy, and leaving some of the beast corpses might come in handy.
Xue Tong put away several slightly complete rat corpses for later use.
…
North of Yunfeng.
Zhu Qingling opened her eyes and saw a peak in the far south and a vast plain to the north.
"Yunfeng! My location is similar to the past. I was transported to an extremely ordinary place."
Zhu Qingling quickened her pace and rushed to the north slope of Yunfeng. She hurried for a long time and was exhausted. At this time, the sky was gradually getting dark.
The secret realm also has day and night, but the stars in the night sky are not there.
Zhu Qingling arranged a warning, dug out a sleeping hole in a small mound sheltered from the wind, and planned to make do with it for one night.
Outside the cave, the howling of the strong wind was filled with a violent atmosphere. Zhu Qingling thought: "The secret realm makes people panic and irritated. The sect has never told us about this. What we are told is that the wind is sunny and the weather is beautiful, relaxing and comfortable."
She crushed nearly forty transmission notes from Wei Geng, Xue Tong, Ma Shaochong, Zhang Kaifu, He Xianhua, Lei Xiao...
Yunxiao Sect makes free communication notes for all those who enter the secret realm, and encourages each other to leave notes to facilitate communication. In addition to Lu Huanzhi and five or six other disciples who had been dealt with by the Law Enforcement Hall, Zhu Qingling exchanged notes with forty-three people.
The quality of this transmission note is very high and can be transmitted over a distance of seventy miles.
Zhu Qingling sent a message in a circle, hoping to contact her fellow disciples as soon as possible and travel together.
"Ouch~", "Ouch~"
The shrill and long howling of wolves sounded in the dark night, one after another.
Wolves! A fierce tiger is no match for a pack of wolves. If you meet a vicious wolf on a narrow road, it will be a disaster!
Zhu Qingling's heart was pounding with fear, and she clenched Mo Sheng's sword tightly, her nerves tightening even more in panic.
