[Chapter 760: Killing Monsters, Encountering Fights!]

Whoosh!

Although it was still a sunny morning when I stepped into the Wanzai Mountain Moon Leaky Stage, this valley shrouded in mist was always a dark and ignorant "color".

Feng Ziyue raised his eyes and looked around, with his divine sense, he couldn't go far.

In the mist, the swift sound of creatures shuttling through could be heard, heralding terrible danger.

It could be an enemy, or it could be a terrible monster.

Among the fanatical crowds who poured into the Wanzai Mountain Moon Leaky Stage, if they could clearly distinguish that in front of them was Feng Ziyue, who was famous on the Dongming Continent and could compete with the duckweed people, they might not dare to make a move.

But in this fog of "fog", crazy people who can't see the object clearly, and only think about eliminating possible competitors, may not have the time to confirm who the opponent in front of them is.

They, for Feng Ziyue, may not even be a trouble, but for ordinary participants, it may be a murder!

And in addition to these enemies, the monsters in the Tibetan Valley that have not seen the light of day for ten thousand years may be a terrible danger to ordinary warriors.

Sou!

Feng Ziyue had just taken a few steps when he heard the sound of breaking the sky behind him, he raised his sword and flirted it, lightly, and lightly pierced the monster that came from behind with a sword, but his wrist couldn't help but be shocked, and his face changed slightly.

Of course, a monster of such strength is far from threatening him, but for those ordinary martial artists who are defenseless, it can be a fatal attack.

Such attacks can be regarded as frequent at all.

How many of these monsters are hidden in this huge valley? Can those martial artists who rashly break in and have a little inferior in martial arts cultivation be able to ensure their survival in this dazed fog?

Feng Ziyue frowned, and faintly, he heard a few screams.

This competition has just entered the beginning.

Someone has already paid with their lives for this.

He slowly put his sword back into its sheath, reached into his arms, and took out the treasure that had always been able to avoid miasma from the mustard stone of Sumeru, avoiding water and jade.

This thing he obtained from the Demon Suppression Stone Tablet, it was extremely useful, and it had helped him many times, and now that he was wearing it, sure enough, the pale golden mist also retreated a few feet, and Feng Ziyue's divine consciousness extended and expanded to all parts of his body.

Although it was impossible to understand the situation in this mist, with such a long warning distance, even if he encountered a surprise attack by a grandmaster-level master, Feng Ziyue would have enough time to react.

As for the monsters, he didn't look at them.

He walked along, and sometimes the sword light came out of the sheath, sweeping out white light, and before he could see the change of the sword move, he had already returned to the sheath, and behind him, there was a corpse of a monster.

Feng Ziyue has reached the point where he can use his sword at will, and every sword is stabbed, without wasting half of his strength, he directly kills the unknown monster with one sword.

But the further you go, the more powerful the monster seems to become.

Originally, Feng Ziyue only needed to use a single point of strength to kill this monster, but after traveling about dozens of zhang, he inevitably doubled the strength of the sword.

At this time, the screams and shouts from the fog became more and more intense, and in the faint valley, there was an echo, and Feng Ziyue's face changed, but he heard the loud chanting of the ascetic head in the distance.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you are all here for the Eight Laws of the Imperial Sword, what is the benefit of killing each other in this fog? ”

"With the Floating Alliance Lord and the Wind Protector, even if you kill everyone else, it is impossible for you to monopolize the Eight Laws of the Imperial Sword, what good is it?"

His voice was calm and kind, and it was originally calming and working.

If there were no such obstructive fog and terrible monsters in the ordinary environment, or in this valley, I am afraid that these fanatics would have calmed down long ago, stopped killing each other, and listened honestly to the words of the great monk.

It's a pity that in this valley, in all kinds of extreme environments, some people want to "touch" the fish in troubled waters, and some people are frightened, and the bow and snake shadow, so that although it has subsided a little, the cannibalism has not completely stopped.

Feng Ziyue sighed, so many people stepped into the Ten Thousand Years Mountain Moon Leaky Platform, and he and the four great masters had long expected that such a situation would inevitably appear, but they didn't expect it to appear so soon.

The people who set up this 10,000-year-old mountain and moon leakage platform were also extremely scheming.

In such an extreme environment, only by relying on strong personal force can we gain a foothold, and the more people we bring, the greater the chaos will be, and no matter what kind of race, we cannot expect to win by numbers.

Only the top masters are the key to determining the outcome of this competition.

This is also a deliberate guide to the top masters of all ethnic groups to master the eight methods of the sword, participating alone, rather than forming gangs, turning the selection competition into a war again.

It's a pity that after a thousand years, the situation has changed greatly, and the masters who set up this mountain and moon leakage platform for thousands of years can't predict the future, and they won't know that after 10,000 years, there will be duckweed, guiding the world's warriors to step into it, resulting in a killing of chaos!

Bang Bang!

Feng Ziyue heard the crisp sound of blades clashing in his ears, as if there was a fierce fight directly ahead.

He frowned, this valley is very large, tens of thousands of warriors, pouring into it, it does not seem crowded at all, although there are massacres everywhere, but he has been walking for so long, he has not met a person, and now it sounds like a few feet away, someone is fighting.

Feng Ziyue knew that it was impossible to save everyone, so after the ascetic Toutuo shouted, he could only sigh secretly, but when he saw the battle with his own eyes, he could still separate them if he could separate them.

He snorted coldly, the tip of the sword was raised, his body was like a gallop in the wind, his clothes bulged up, like a sail, and he slid dozens of feet on land, without looking around, the tip of the sword trembled, and the two people fighting in front of him were separated!

After the sword, Feng Ziyue found that the martial arts of these two people seemed to be not bad, the person who attacked the move was ruthless, and the move was to take the person's "life", and the person who defended, the move was Hunyuan Xuanqi, Feng Ziyue was stunned in his heart, but he felt a little familiar!

"What a bastard, you dare to meddle with Lao Tzu's affairs!"

Although it was on the opposite side, the guy who attacked still couldn't see the face of the person in front of him clearly, and naturally he didn't recognize that this was the Wind Sword God he had shouted just now, so he only felt that his heart was irritable, and he didn't care about it, the sound of breaking the sky sounded, and a sharp blade stabbed towards Feng Ziyue's throat.

"Kill yourself!"

Feng Ziyue has never had a good impression of this kind of domineering and domineering person who kills people at every turn, since the other party wants to kill, he will not fight back, he doesn't have to do anything, just stretch out his hand, the person who took out the sword only felt a sore wrist, the long sword in his hand was unstable, and suddenly rebounded back, and a sword pierced his own throat!