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Under the haze of the wind, on the more than a dozen rings, a ball of blood exploded almost at the same time, and correspondingly, the delicate bodies of the female cultivators of the Wood Marks Valley were like rag dolls, and their limbs were scattered all over the ground.

Rings 1 to 20 are all occupied by the Qingyun Sect, and in the same way, there is not a single ring in Wood Trace Valley.

"Lord Mugu, it's useless to have a lot of people." Qin Hao looked down indifferently and said lightly: "Between life and death is not an arithmetic problem." ”

The voice was not loud, but it pierced directly into Mu Meizhi's heart like a sharp blade, her face turned red, swollen into the color of pig liver, and she said stiffly: "It's not over yet, Sect Master Qin's words are too early." ”

"Although the situation for a while, it seems that my Wood Trace Valley has indeed fallen behind, but I don't know that this is my deliberate arrangement." Mu Meizhi's eyes showed Sensen's killing intent: "Sect Master Qin, I don't know if you've heard a word?" ”

"The higher you start standing, the worse you fall in the end, you disciples don't know what secret techniques you used, improve your strength, think you can take advantage of something, but 。。。。。" Mu Meizhi's face suddenly became calm, and she said proudly with a trick to see through you: "Their increased strength is directly proportional to the number of enemies they kill, that is to say, as long as this sect kills this group of people standing in the ring, the next people who will enter the ring will be far from the same strength, I don't know, what this sect said is right?" ”

"Huh." Qin Hao sneered.

This sneer fell on Mu Meizhi's ears, but it turned into a strong outsider.

"Next, this sect will not make the same mistake again, you Qingyun Sect, there is no chance." Mu Meizhi's eyes lit up, and she shouted: "Wooden clothes, wooden clothes, wooden flowers, wooden green... Go and kill them for the Honjong. ”

reported the names of 10 people in a row, these people are the true disciples of Mu Trace Valley, and they are the absolute hole cards in Mu Meizhi's hand.

Whoosh!

A sharp sound of breaking through the air sounded, and ten figures suddenly shot into the ring.

Among them, a pair of twin sisters are the most eye-catching.

"What a pair of beautiful bodies, I haven't seen them in just a few years, and the strength of the two of them, I'm afraid they have already stepped into the sixth order." Bing Chi Lao'er's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed: "The cultivation of these two people is equivalent to the cultivation of two people, and the strength of the two is superimposed on each other, and on the way to cultivation, it can be said that they are unique." ”

"That's natural, the two of them have been valued by the sect since they were children, and they have been cultivated with all their might, perhaps, in a few years, even the sect itself may not be their opponents." Mu Meizhi's face was slightly gloomy, and there was an indescribable pride in her tone.

Scold!

A loud, high-pitched bow echoed through the valley.

Ring 13.

Mu Yi stood with her feet slightly apart, a big bow more than 5 meters long was inserted into the ring like a sharp sword, her body suddenly fell to the side, and the index finger of her right hand gently pulled the bowstring.

The biting cold air suddenly filled the entire ring, and the cold became thicker and thicker, and the rich blood qi in all directions also became cold and rising, freezing into ice and blood bumps.

The blood droplets, which originally seemed to be ordinary, were becoming viscous, and the cold qi and blood fused together, and with the tremor of the bowstring, a two-meter-long arrow was formed in the air.

There seemed to be countless blood bumps colliding in the middle of the arrow, and then it was solidified by the cold air, and the arrow lost was spinning strangely, like a spiral.

Phew!

In the air, a dark shadow froze suddenly.

An arrow through the throat.

Spike!

A fist-sized hole was cut in the black-clothed gardener's throat, and endless cold air ran down the hole, covering his entire skull.

The black-clothed gardener fell straight to the ground, and his head shattered into pieces of blood-colored ice with a "bang".

On the side, in ring 14.

The same headless corpse fell to the ground, except that the neck was charred and blackened, and there were some black charcoal cubes scattered on the ground.

"Lingxiu's body, that's it, what's even more rare is that one of these two people is wood, water and water, and the other is wood, fire and fire, and the two work together, which is compatible with water and fire, which is wonderful." Bing Chi Lao'er looked at Mu Yi, Mu Yi, as if he was looking at a pair of peerless jade.

"It's a pity, if you can cultivate the Ice Red Technique of this sect, you will definitely 。。。。。" Bing Chi Lao'er sighed, his eyes revealing endless regret.

"Hmph."

Mu Meizhi snorted coldly disdainfully, "Proud disciple of this sect, don't be delusional. ”

"Spirited body, ice, wood, fire?" Qin Hao listened to the conversation between the two, and a pair of writing wheel eyes rotated faintly, "Is it that these two people are injured and don't cut off?" ”

"Some time ago, there were a few little insects that ran into the territory of my Wood Trace Valley, but they were able to escape from my two disciples by luck, this sect is very rare, I want to see it with my own eyes today, what are the abilities of these three little insects?" Mu Meizhi looked at Qin Hao and sneered: "I don't know, these three miscellaneous insects can escape their lives today." ”

Speaking kung fu, in the few rings next to him, there were also rabbits and falcons, and a few black-clothed gardeners were not afraid of death to open a few openings on each other's bodies, and they were all in different places, and the dead could not die again.

Qin Hao's eyes flickered, he looked at Mu Meizhi and Bing Chi Lao'er with a smile, and his index finger tapped on the chair handle in an extremely rhythmic manner, "It seems that the Lord of Mu Gu has a lot of confidence in them, and it just so happens that this sect is also very confident in the disciples under him... ”

The slightly hoarse voice, like sand rubbing against the skin, Bing Chi Lao'er and Mu Meizhi's pupils shrank together, and they both heard the thick malice in Qin Hao's tone.

"Zhang Lang."

Qin Hao said lightly.

"Firefighter Zhang Lang, isn't he dead?" A name flashed in Bing Chi Lao'er's mind, and he was a little surprised, in his intelligence, Zhang Lang died in the Guangcheng Ancient Relic.

"It's not a good sign that something has gone wrong with the intelligence." Bing Chi Lao'er's heart suddenly sank, and he saw that behind Qin Hao, among the group of people wearing black hats, one person slowly walked out.

"Sect Master."

Zhang Lang took off his wind hat, revealing a fierce face, and in his scarlet pupils, the black double hook jade was as black as ink, as if a black flame was burning.

"Ring 14, so that Lord Mugu can see what the real flame is."

"Yes, I will not disappoint the sect master."

There seemed to be a black fire on the bare head, Zhang Lang casually took the wind hat, and the entire wind hat turned into ashes, and others were like a beam of black light, suddenly, standing in the No. 14 ring, exuding a crazy and bloodthirsty atmosphere.

"Jun Mario!" Qin Hao's voice fell.

The black wind hat suddenly cracked from the room, revealing the cold, cold, pale face below, Jun Ma Lu suddenly opened his dark pupils, and there seemed to be endless cold in his eyes, and the whole person was like a white bone sword, and the sharp sword qi pierced people's eyes.