"Damn it, these two people are not simple!"

One after another, two people in the late stages of the Tribulation were killed, and the scene was in chaos. All the monks couldn't recover for a long time, and they were always in shock.

The few monks who were a step too slow just now and didn't have time to rush out gasped and felt frightened.

If he had taken the lead just now, then the body lying on the cold ground now was his.

Although the strength of the two deceased people is not the strongest among the 100 people, they can definitely be ranked in the top ten.

To put it lightly and kill someone with one move is so terrifying.

Some of the stronger monks concentrated their energy and circulated the true energy in the thunder plasma pool between their eyebrows to the extreme.

The opponent is coming fiercely and will never stop here.

And in the air, they also felt the murderous aura everywhere, which was suffocating.

"I remembered, I remembered."

Suddenly, a monk who was in the middle stage of the Tribulation Realm screamed so hard that his voice became hoarse.

Hearing this, everyone turned to look at him.

"That sword cultivator, that female sword cultivator!"

"In the battle half a year ago, I saw the image of the jade slip. A female monk used her sword to harm the people and blocked Wan Xiyang's attack."

"I know, you are the female swordsman."

"That's it, it turns out that you have broken through to the middle stage of the Tribulation Realm, that's it."

This screaming Tribulation Realm is also a swordsman, so he has studied Liu Yueyue's swordsmanship.

Liu Yueyue appeared in the image of the middle stage of the Tribulation Realm this time, and he did not associate it with it at all. After all, it was simply impossible to break through from the early stage of the Tribulation Stage to the middle stage in half a year.

Moreover, following Luo Jianyin's enlightenment, Liu Yueyue's whole temperament changed greatly. What's more, the original influence on the jade slips was a bit blurry, and coupled with the dust cover, Liu Yueyue's facial features were not so obvious.

"It turned out to be her."

"I didn't expect that in just half a year, I could break through to the middle stage of the Tribulation Realm. It's really terrifying."

"She was able to resist the ascetic cultivator Wan Xiyang in the early stages of the Tribulation Realm. Now that she has broken through again, it seems natural that she can kill him in the late Tribulation Stage."

Afterwards, everyone stared and started talking.

Liu Yueyue's Jinghong Sword Technique indeed amazed many people.

As an ascetic sect, Wan Xiyang is much stronger than the successor sects like them.

…

In Huxu Hall.

The Succession Sect is these monks who have a background, masters or relatives. They have a lot of resources, but they are indeed the weakest.

As for the Ascetic Sect, they all entered the Hunxu Hall through hard work, and these people are relatively powerful in combat.

Wan Xiyang is a leader among the ascetic sect.

…

"Don't panic, everyone. No matter how strong they are, they are just two people. Let's join forces and kill them immediately."

"That's right, when facing the ants in the lower world, there is no need to follow the rules and join forces to kill them!"

The leading monks flicked their sleeves, and the real energy all over their bodies was already rolling up, like volcanoes about to explode. Just the diffuse heat wave made the space somewhat distorted.

"Oops, look at your feet, what are these."

However, at this time, someone screamed again.

Hearing this, everyone bowed their heads.

Next, there were waves of gasping sounds.

sword!

That's right, countless sword blades have grown to half an arm's length, and their speed is terrifying.

Looking down from the sky, the endless sword blade looks like a weed lawn made of gold and iron. It reflects sharp light in the sun, giving people the feeling of being on a mountain of swords.

At this time, as Tang Duanying continued to perform magic tricks, the Bagua-shaped light curtains behind her were already hanging above everyone's heads. A monk simply counted the number of Bagua, which exceeded 400.

There are sword blades growing on the surface of the earth, and their number cannot be counted at all.

Above the sky, there is another Eight Diagrams hanging in the air.

Coupled with the strong murderous aura roaring within a ten-mile radius, even a fool could already feel that something was unusual.

…

"Everyone listen to my order and kill together!"

Finally, the strongest person in the Tribulation Realm couldn't help but stomped on the ground with his soles and rushed out with gritted teeth.

"rush!"

"kill!"

"Kill these ants."

Behind him were countless passionate shouts.

This monk was in the late stage of the Tribulation Realm and even reached the Great Perfection with one foot. He was still a little scared at first, but when 100 people rushed to kill him, he felt at ease.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

With the next breath, this Tribulation Realm rushed in front of Liu Yueyue.

His blast was not weak, at least it was much stronger than the two who died before.

Unfortunately, Liu Yueyue and Tang Duanying tore through his attack cleanly.

Then, a hundred air swords flew up from the ground, like steel needles, rushing through his body, penetrating him into a sieve.

The internal organs are shattered and the Dantian is shattered.

The monk finally understood the fear that the two people faced just now. Of course, his defense was stronger than theirs, and he was not dead yet. As long as someone came to save him, he could survive.

He turned around and waited for reinforcements to come to support him. After all, he still had more than 100 people on his side.

However, it would be okay if he didn't turn around, maybe he could die in peace, but if he turned around, he would die in peace.

Indifferent.

That's right.

Those voices behind him that were waving flags and shouting with murderous intent just now were all frightened now.

Although these people still looked like they were ready to kill the enemy to the death, they held the true energy in their hands and did not dare to use it at all.

He saw countless complex expressions on these people's faces.

What's more, it's cowardice and fear. The successors have always had this virtue, so don't mention it.

In the eyes of others, he actually saw schadenfreude, a sense of pleasure after revenge, and some jealous resentment.

"You... you... you..."

The monk had swords all over his body, like a hedgehog.

He turned around with difficulty and looked at the companions behind him with a ferocious expression.

I was sold.

That's right, who would have thought that at the most critical moment, he would be bundled into a package and sold at a low price by this group of idiots.

He has become a fishhook bait, used to judge how strong the opponent is.

"Senior Brother, come back quickly. The opponent is too strong to deal with. We should wait for the Ascetic Sect to arrive and then fight against the enemy together."

"That's right, although we have more people, we are not necessarily their opponents. I have sent a message to the ascetic sect, and they will be here in a few minutes."

"Brother, you are too seriously injured, come back quickly."

This monk is not dead yet, but looking at those hypocritical faces, he almost got angry to death.

We have already reached this point and you are still acting?

madness.

They are simply a bunch of despicable and shameless idiots.

Of course, this monk did not want to die. Although he was on the verge of death, he had not yet breathed his last breath.

Driven by the desire to survive, he staggered step by step and walked towards his own camp with difficulty.

As long as he waits for the immortals to come back, he still has a chance to live.

He has decided that after he recovers from his injuries, he will settle the score with these idiots.

His master is the eighth-level immortal, and he has the highest status. He has this qualification.

step!

Two steps!

Step by step, like minions, like the steps of a devil.

Every step he takes is one step further away from hell. He is racing against the devil in hell.

…

"Stop running. You're going to die anyway. How far can you run?"

In full view of everyone, the monk had just taken three steps out when Tang Duanying's cold voice came from behind him.

Buzz!

As soon as he finished speaking, a muffled buzz sounded in the sky.
To be continued...