The sound of rustling sounded, and the figure of the black spirit leopard had gradually approached.

It seemed to smell something, and a pair of green eyes looked over the rocks where Lin Xun was hiding.

Sou!

At this moment, Lin Xun rushed out, and the broken army sword cut a sharp and dazzling light, tearing through the darkness and slashing down on the head.

With a pop, the black spirit leopard didn't have time to dodge, and was cut off by a knife, blood burst out, and its huge body fell to the ground with a bang.

Airplanes!

But at the same time, a sharp black edge let out a rapid scream, stabbing from behind Lin Xun.

Incredibly fast!

It seems that he has been waiting there for a long time, and the angle of the attack is also extremely tricky, and if he is an ordinary cultivator, he is afraid that he will not have time to react at all.

But Lin Xun seemed to have eyes behind him, and after killing the black spirit leopard, his waist arched violently and twisted it fiercely in midair.

Brush!

The army-breaking sword in his palm slashed upside down, like the Milky Way rewinding, and slammed accurately on that black edge.

There was a muffled snort from behind, and an ethereal figure that seemed to merge with the black clothes suddenly appeared!

This is a lean young man, dressed in black, with a faint blue luster in his eyes, which looks intimidating and eerie.

The lean young man missed a blow, as if he was a little surprised, and was about to escape, when he saw Lin Xun like a flash of lightning, and he came violently with a knife.

Rumble!

The lean young man's reaction was also extremely alert, and a sharp black iron rod in his hand was suddenly raised, fighting hard with Lin Xun.

Who would have thought that Lin Xun's blade produced a terrifying suction, instantly sticking to the opponent's weapon, and dragging it fiercely!

The lean boy's body staggered forward uncontrollably.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lin Xun rubbed his body forward, and the palm fingers of his left hand suddenly exerted force, slamming three punches, all of which smashed on the opponent's throat.

With a click, the lean young man's neck broke, his head tilted, and he immediately collapsed to the ground, losing his life.

Between the lightning and the fire, this confrontation has been decided!

It's incredibly fast, and it's also extremely dangerous, if it weren't for Lin Xun having already noticed the other party's traces, and used his body as a bait to lure the other party to attack and expose the traces, the consequences would have been unpredictable.

Phew!

Kill the other party neatly, Lin Xun did not hesitate at all, tore open the placket on the other party's chest, and immediately saw that the chest part was branded with a natural "totem barbarian pattern", which looked like flowing water.

This is the symbol of the water barbarian line in the Wuman clan!

In other words, this lean boy is a water strongman.

Lin Xun raised his knife and cut off the opponent's skin along with the "Totem Barbarian Pattern", and after a little concoction, he put it into the storage ring.

This is the "military merit", killing the enemy, collecting the "totem brute pattern", when exchanging military merits, is the most convincing evidence.

In addition, Lin Xun scavenged a "short thorn", the whole body is pitch black, about two feet, it is a precious "black steel gold" forged, and there are also carved texture patterns that resemble waves.

Resting in the Wuman, this weapon is called a "barbarian weapon", and the texture engraved on the surface is called a barbarian pattern.

According to Lin Xun's knowledge, in the Wuman clan, only the "totem sacrifice" can refine barbarian weapons, and the so-called totem sacrifice is actually a role with the spirit pattern master in the empire.

It is worth mentioning that the brute weapon can only exert its powerful power when it is used in the hands of the descendants of the witch barbarians, and the reason is that the brute pattern engraved on the seal on the brute weapon is.

This brute pattern and the spirit pattern seem to be no different, but the mystery is completely different and cannot be used with aura.

In short, brute weapons, brute patterns, and the strong men of the Wu Barbarian clan can exert their power.

And the spirit weapon and spirit pattern, combined with the spiritual power of the imperial cultivator, can exert their power.

This is the difference, the empire and the witch barbarian clan belong to two completely different civilizations, and the artifacts and cultivation methods formed are also completely different.

In addition to this "short thorn", there are some bits and pieces on this water barbarian boy's body, including healing herbs and mountain fruits to replenish physical strength, all of which were stored in the storage ring by Lin Xun.

After doing all this, Lin Xun was about to leave, when he suddenly heard a rustling sound, turned his head to look, and saw that the body of the black spirit leopard that had been killed just now was covered with a dense layer of insects.

The insects were the size of a little finger, pitch black, covered with fine, sharp fangs, and looked unusually hideous.

They burrowed out from beneath the surface, like a school of sharks smelling blood, and in just a few breaths, the corpse of the black spirit leopard was devoured, and not even a bone was left!

Immediately, they swarmed onto the corpse of the water-barbarian boy, and staged the same scene of "destroying the corpse and destroying the traces".

Lin Xun saw all this in his eyes, and his heart couldn't help but feel cold, and he felt more and more that this Demon Cloud Ridge was full of weirdness and danger, at least like this kind of black insect, he had never heard of it before.

Fortunately, these insects didn't seem to be interested in living life, and did not attack Lin Xun, and soon disappeared under the surface like quicksand.

Looking at it again, there was no corpse of the black spirit leopard in the scene, and there was no corpse of the water barbarian boy, and even the blood on the ground disappeared, as if nothing had happened just now.

"If you unfortunately die here, you can really leave the bones behind...... Lin Xun didn't dare to delay any longer, and took advantage of the night to continue to sweep forward.

He needed to find out the environment of Demon Cloud Ridge first, only in this way could he minimize the danger of his situation.

......

Seven days in a row.

Lin Xun never stopped, all the way over the mountains and mountains, through the swamps, through the bad water, climbing the cliffs, and crossing the forest.

Along the way, he was ambushed, assassinated, and confronted with enemies, all in danger, big and small, but in the end the enemy died in his path.

The danger that really threatens his life has not been encountered, but Lin Xun knows that this kind of thing will inevitably happen, and it may happen soon.

In the past seven days, he has been single-handed, alone, like an old spicy and ruthless hunter, every inch of his nerves are tense, and he has never slackened a point.

It's a dangerous place, life and death, maybe the result can be separated in an instant.

If you don't want to die, you must show more strength and resourcefulness than your enemies!

Lin Xun has never lacked experience in bloody battles, and in the complex and dangerous terrain of the Demon Cloud Ridge, he can even exert more combat methods than usual.

The only thing that made Lin Xun difficult was the issue of material supply.

When he was in the Blood Killing Camp, he could swallow the Condensation Pill to cultivate every day, and he didn't have to worry about the materials for his cultivation.

But in this poor mountain and evil water-like Demon Cloud Ridge, if he wants to cultivate, recover his strength, and treat his injuries, he can only rely on himself to find the elixir spirit grass that can be used, or to take it from the enemy.

There is no other way.

Lin Xun didn't know what happened to the other students now, whether anyone had been eliminated from the competition, and he didn't care about these.

Demon Cloud Ridge was more dangerous than Lin Xun had imagined, and it was really difficult to stay here for three months and earn enough military merit without being eliminated.

Under such circumstances, Lin Xun still has the energy to care about other people.

Around one o'clock in the afternoon.

The Demon Cloud Ridge was still dark, and the sky was covered with a thick haze, which was depressing.

Lin Xun's body was curled up in a ball, hidden in a dark rock crevice, and a dense tuft of weeds was hidden outside, which was difficult to spot unless you looked closely.

Lin Xun is resting and recovering his strength.

On the surface of his skin, a light layer of grass ash is smeared, which is "Cordyceps cordata", which can not only hide the breath, but also not attract the attention of the fierce beasts and insects.

"With all the current materials, I can barely hold on until tomorrow afternoon, the most important thing is to find items to replenish spiritual power, otherwise the combat effectiveness will not be able to maintain the peak level, and I will inevitably fall into a dangerous situation......"

Lin Xun pondered silently.

In the past seven days, he killed nineteen Wu Barbarian powerhouses and obtained a lot of materials, but these materials could not maintain Lin Xun's consumption rate.

Some spirit grass and spirit fruits can also be found in the Demon Cloud Ridge, but they are all a drop in the bucket, unless some first-class treasured elixirs are excavated, the recovery of combat effectiveness will become the most fatal problem.

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps came from a distance, which made Lin Xun's heart sink, and his curled body was as tense as a bowstring.

Not long after, the team walked out of the mountains and forests.

This is a team of more than 30 witch barbarian powerhouses, escorting more than 20 soldiers wearing the uniform of the Imperial Black Wind Army.

The soldiers, men and women, were chained and driven like sheep and oxen, each with a look full of anger, despair, and frustration.

They walked all the way, as if they were about to rush somewhere, and soon passed by the low rock pile where Lin Xun was hiding, and disappeared into the distance.

Lin Xun jumped out and quietly chased after him.

The Demon Cloud Ridge is extremely large, and before Lin Xun and the other Blood-Killing Camp students arrived, the Imperial Black Wind Army often sent soldiers to the depths of the Demon Cloud Ridge to engage in guerrilla warfare with the witch barbarian powerhouses.

It's just that Lin Xun didn't expect that on the seventh day he entered the Demon Cloud Ridge, he would see such a scene, when he saw those imperial soldiers who were captured like cattle and sheep, and saw the anger and despair written in their expressions, Lin Xun realized that he had to do something!

They followed the captives until it was nearly evening, when the group of witch barbarians escorted the captives into a ravine.

Lin Xun followed this point, and after a little look at the surrounding environment, he climbed to the top of a mountain and saw the scene in the canyon clearly at a glance.

A makeshift camp has been built in the canyon.

In front of the camp at this time, there are dozens of powerful witch barbarians patrolling with weapons, and in the center of the camp, there is a huge stone table, and three men with an obviously extremely strong aura are sitting in front of the stone table, as if they are discussing things.

On the other side of the camp, there are cages in which captured Imperial soldiers are kept.

In front of these cages, there is also a high platform shaped like a gallows, and a large iron pot is set up on a burning bonfire in front of the high platform.

At this time, there was a Terran boy tied to a high platform, his mouth gagged, his face pale and frightened, his body trembling, and struggling.

And next to the high platform, a witch man carried a sharp knife in his hand, smiled fiercely, and with a knife, cut off one of the young man's arms, and threw it into the iron pot on the bonfire.

Boom~

The boiling water of the iron pot was tinged with a dazzling bright red color.

Lin Xun's pupils narrowed suddenly, and a chill appeared on Qingjun's face, this is to eat people?!

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PS: The second shift is around 7 o'clock.