When Zuo Qingshan's figure disappeared into the shadow of the sword, he had already lost the trace of Ye Yinfeng, and his heart sank, and the long sword in his hand flashed with an even more chilling sword light. Behind him, he only felt that the sword shadow was like a mountain, and the vague aura made him feel a little suppressed, and an invisible pressure suddenly appeared, and he felt the sword in his hand dim slightly.

Endless darkness shrouded him, and Zuo Qingshan only felt that Ye Yinfeng had lost his trace in his sight, and even the unique aura on Ye Yinfeng's body had disappeared without a trace. Suddenly, a few imperceptible traces of rain fell from the overhead, the rain silk was as soft as cotton threads, and the rain silk rose one after another, gradually becoming denser and denser from a few threads. The rain of silk wound down like a thread, and his heart tightened.

With a slight sound, the long sword in Zuo Qingshan's hand pointed out several sword qi and cut towards the rain that was falling. The sword light condensed, but the rain silk never cut anything, his heart was even tighter, the sword light in his hand rose again, and the brilliant sword light surged up around him, and in an instant he was already overwhelmed by the gorgeous and dazzling sword light. But the rain that fell became more and more dense, and the throbbing of the rain lingered in his heart, and the sword light in his hand floated up and down, waving left and right, and the sword light finally cut off the rain that fell one after another.

It was not the first time that Ye Yinfeng had fought with Zuo Qingshan, he knew Zuo Qingshan's strength, and he also knew that his own strength was still a little far from the rising star of the Firmament Gate whose light was covered by Yan Longxing. So he used the Void Sword to hide himself, and finally he unleashed the most powerful blow with his sword silk rain. His strongest blow of the 'Void Sword' can't compete with Zuo Qingshan head-on, only the void and reality can also be Zuo Qingshan's maneuvering.

As the rain silk was cut off by the sword in his hand, Zuo Qingshan felt that the rain silk that had turned into substance seemed to be missing, the corners of his mouth raised, and the sword in his hand rose like a dazzling light cluster. He had already sensed Ye Yinfeng's breath, and the sword in his hand stabbed at the darkness with the power of destroying everything.

A figure flashed from the darkness, a shadow shimmered from the darkness, Ye Yinfeng's feet slid down, and the figure calmly avoided Zuo Qingshan's fierce blow like a charm. It's just that the residual sword qi poured into his body like a bamboo, his body swayed, and a burst of blood qi suddenly churned in his chest, and a spicy blood qi instantly surged up to his throat, and he almost opened his mouth to spurt out the hot blood.

The blood qi was churning, Ye Yinfeng's face was slightly white, and his figure couldn't help but be stunned, and the fierce sword qi behind him arrived immediately. The iron sword swirled and swept away, and a thousand pounds of impact poured out, and the iron sword hit the slender sword and received a domineering impact, making the wrist shake several times, which dissolved the impact of the opponent's sword.

Even so, Ye Yinfeng's figure still swept out, but he was still faster than Zuo Qingshan. I saw the sword light rising again, and the white shadow rolled up from the dark lacquer with a brilliant sword light and shrouded Ye Yinfeng. The dark lacquer like a cage in the jungle was full of dazzling sword rays, and a dark sword light flickered and disappeared in that dazzling sword light, but the sword rain became a silk but only collapsed in that moment.

With a slight look, Ye Yinfeng still underestimated Zuo Qingshan's strength, whether it was the opponent's move or counterattack, he grasped it just right, and the opponent's internal force was deeper than his own. Although there is a slight victory in footwork and light skills, Ye Yinfeng does not feel that this is his own advantage, in terms of posture and movement, Zuo Qingshan's performance is extremely perfect, and he can't find a trace of flaws.

Retreating again and again, the bladeless iron sword in his hand had already stabbed out dozens of swords, and the ghostly light turned into a hidden thorn in the dark night, but the dazzling sword light was extremely accurate to crack it all. Ye Yinfeng's light and agile figure shuttled through the towering trees, and the sword qi carried through, and the leaves fell one after another. The dazzling sword light was followed by a pair of cold eyes, and the handsome face of the white-clothed young man who was victorious over the snow was filled with frosty killing intent, which did not weaken at all.

Su Liuer and the female killer in the fierce battle have long since heard nothing, this may be a conspiracy, or maybe it is a coincidence. No matter what it was, Ye Yinfeng had no time to think about it, the pressure brought to him by Zuo Qingshan was getting bigger and bigger, and the iron sword in his hand was getting heavier and heavier.

Ye Yinfeng was a little envious of Ling Tianyun, he had seen the fierce battle between Ling Tianyun and Zuo Qingshan, Ling Tianyun's wide-open and powerful rainbow-like style of play was just right to restrain Zuo Qingyi. And he still can't do that kind of brave and straightforward fighting style without hesitation, maybe he feels that he is more complicated than Ling Tianyun, it is precisely because of this that he will be crushed to death by Zuo Qingshan, he only has an incomparably sharp sword intent in his chest, but he is a little less ruthless after death, he knows that Zuo Qingshan is the same.

Inexplicably, a faint worry rose in Ling Tianyun's heart, Ye Yinfeng and Su Liu'er still didn't appear, which made him very anxious. At this moment, the old man who was full of wrinkles like a ravine was looking at him, and his deep eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, which made Ling Tianyun feel a sigh of relief. At this time, he had already come to the center of this altar, and the light of the stars was like scattered drops of water, waving like sprinkles.

In addition to himself, he also found that there were already more than a dozen young men of the primitive tribe sitting in a coiled position, and the sorcerer was standing upright in the center of the altar. The old man waved his hand slightly, pointed to a position at random, and Ling Tianyun stepped forward to sit cross-legged like everyone else. He didn't know what kind of hunting this so-called Holy Sacrifice Great Hunt was, his gaze swept over the faces of the primordial people, and he found that these primordial people showed him a strange smile.

The old witch looked up at the endless night dome, the starlight seemed to be inexplicably brightened under his gaze, and the figure that was not too tall and had a rickety figure became tall at that moment. Ling Tianyun found that all the people raised their heads and looked at the old witch, he found that at this time, the direction of the old witch revealed an inexplicable aura that made him inexplicable, that breath was incomparably majestic, it seemed to be the night sky and the sea of stars, what kind of breath was that, that kind of breath was long and deep and unfathomable, this was not the breath of martial cultivation, as if it was the breath that came down from the stars.

He was extremely puzzled in his heart, could this be a powerful witchcraft, that witch can communicate with the witch god in the starry sky, that kind of breath and power have never been seen before. The power of the stars, the breath of the stars, the breath of the ancient wilderness, all slowly appeared in his brain, so that he didn't feel that he was slowly melting into this breath and this power, and then he felt that his consciousness was almost swallowed by this power and this breath.

A primordial chaotic aura spread out, as if it was like a mysterious aura from ancient times, the ancient was like a secluded and pure aura, this aura made Ling Tianyun's heart shake slightly. He felt that he couldn't compete with this chaotic ancient aura at all, and the Jiuyang True Qi in his body instinctively operated automatically, and the strong and fierce Jiuyang True Qi filled his whole body, until that ancient chaotic aura did not show any hostility, and the Jiuyang True Qi slowly fell silent.

This process was only experienced by Ling Tianyun alone, but he didn't expect that the old man who was filled with the vicissitudes of life didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and looked at him. The deep gaze was like a bottomless black hole, and that gaze saw people so thoroughly, Ling Tianyun only felt that the secrets of his whole body were exposed in the eyes of that old man, and his heart was secretly dark.

Then, the old man's deep eyes did not reveal any emotional light, but only swept slightly, and his wise eyes carried the vicissitudes of ancient times, and the breath became more and more intense. An irresistible coercion shrouded in, and that coercion did not have any malice, but it made people's brains shock.

At this time, Ling Tianyun had already locked his gaze on the body of the Witch Division, and it should be said that the Witch Division had attracted all his attention. Not only Ling Tianyun, but more than a dozen other primordial youths also fixed their eyes on the witch division's body, and then all their eyes stayed on the witch division's eyes that were as deep as the sea and like stars, and the ancient majestic aura condensed to the extreme, but all of them were motionless at this time, like a sculpture.

With a "boom", Ling Tianyun only felt a loud noise suddenly come from his brain, and then subconsciously closed his eyes. A bright light flashed through his brain, and then everything fell into endless silence, and he opened his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, he was stunned, for he found that he was no longer in the altar, but in the midst of a green jungle. He could feel that the jungle he was in was still the same jungle he had walked with the one-eyed old man, or in the primeval jungle among the 100,000 mountains. The only difference is that at this time, his body is a sun-filled green jungle, with no rotten breath, no dizzying miasma, and no frequent fierce beasts and birds of prey.

A quiet aura arose spontaneously, Ling Tianyun relaxed his whole body, although it was very quiet everywhere, but this kind of silence was from the heart, not a dead silence. The branches and leaves under his feet are incomparably soft, stepping on the fallen leaves feels as if he is in the clouds, the sun shines down from the gaps in the branches, and the light mist curls up, he feels that this is the Jedi of life and death, as if it is a fairyland in the green shade.

"Welcome to the hunt of the Holy Sacrifice Day, as the warriors of my Southern Wilderness, this time to witness your brave performance. Now that you are in a safe zone, the miasma and the poisonous mist will appear in an hour, where there is only one victor, kill them all, you are the victor, and you will be the victor before you can be crowned the Warrior of the Holy Sacrifice. “

Thinking of the old man's loud voice in his mind, Ling Tianyun was slightly stunned, he felt that the voice was like coming from the sky, and he couldn't catch the source of the sound at all. This made him feel a trace of vigilance inexplicably, he knew that more than a dozen primordial youths had also sat on the altar, but he had not met a single primordial man so far, which made him both surprised and curious.

What kind of place was this, and how he had appeared in the middle of the jungle, he remembered that it was night when he walked up to the altar, and it was sunny at noon. The old man's words in the air, the miasma and the poisonous mist, he didn't see half of it.

Just as Ling Tianyun was thinking wildly, a slight voice came into his ears, "Sha...... Sand ......". As soon as his heart moved, his body immediately disappeared into the shadow of a towering tree, and soon he saw the agile figure of a primitive young man, who was holding a wooden spear in his hand, he looked around cautiously, and then also hid his own figure into the shadow of the tree.