However, the number of disciples of the Sword Sect was reduced to dozens of people at this time, and the nine clones were only the last one left.

At this time, the three clones suddenly changed their expressions and flew towards the Blood Lake. Most people were confused when they saw this scene. Some shrewd people had already noticed that the devil's weakness should be in the lake. Often those who were close to the lake would be killed as soon as possible.

At the same time, a guess is that his weakness is under the blood lake.

At this time, under the Blood Lake, I felt that the deep bottom of the lake, and the abnormal fluctuations became stronger and stronger.

The White Demon, that is a forbidden area that he cannot step into. If someone steps into it, he will get a way to kill him.

However, his clones are already hundreds of, and they are still unavailable.

Du Nianyu recalled the murder of him in his head, and felt a sense.

"So that's it, have you already entered?"

Not sure, but he had already felt the unusual fluctuations coming from that place.

This feeling is noticed by anyone entering the secret realm.

It was a place at the bottom of the lake. I didn’t know where the entrance was, but someone was approaching a stone wall.

There are sharp sword marks on the ancient stone walls.

But there was a touch of charm in this slash, making people want to draw the sword and cut out exactly the same one.

"Since that's the case, I'll kill them before you come out." The white demon said fiercely, and many clones were killing the disciples of the Sword Sect who entered the lake.

But now dozens of people are all elites who remain. If there are too many clones, their realm will naturally decline, resulting in insufficient combat power and defeating one by one.

Heng Yukong defeated the three clones with one move and glanced at the figure of the demons who were exactly the same around him. It was indeed difficult to detect who was the original body.

Until his eyes fell on a periphery, the devil's aura was stronger.

Several flashed and approached, swordsmanship, Shi Tian, ​​and dense sword shadows enveloped the demon.

"court death!"

With a cold and angry shout, the sword shadow was shattered, and the wound healed rapidly.

Only then did he realize that the energy in this blood lake could not be absorbed, or it could be said that it could not be absorbed, but was supplemented with an extremely slow degree.

Judging from the degree of healing of the demon's wound, the endless energy in this blood pool can still be called by him.

"What a stupid thing, are you all rushing to the underworld?"

Heng Yukong's brows were slightly condensed at this time, and the situation this time was a bit harsh.

Feeling the sword energy that could not be replenished in the Dantian for a long time, he wanted to use the Mirror Flower and Water Moon for the second time, he gave up his thoughts.

At this time, in a space deep in the bottom of the lake, there was a figure in white. If this person were Zhan Xinzhi, he was Du Nianyu who snatched his ring.

Du Nianyu looked at the darkness behind him, then turned around and walked forward, entering a stone door. Inside the door was a secret room with stone wall murals on all sides. The roof of the secret room was also an ancient mural relief recording some scenery that was old and filled with time.

However, there are some scratches on these murals, such as those left by sharp weapon slashes. The scratches are not new, as if they have been a long time ago.

He stared at a sword mark, sweating like rain, wetting his whole body.

There seemed to be a suction force in the sword mark, which wanted to suck him in, and sometimes a strong murderous intent was revealed.

Suddenly, a afterimage attacked and slashed out with a sword, leaving him with no room for resistance.

When he was hit, his body flew up and hit the other wall. His body was in pain and he felt the hard texture of the wall behind him.

A thorough feeling in his body, and a sense of fear spread in his heart. His body was forcibly instilled with a broken move, which made his body on the verge of collapse.

This move is very domineering, and one strike and one move can lock people and kill the opponent.

At this time, even at the bottom of the Blood Lake, even if the White Demon was crazily killing the disciples of the Sword Sect, almost both of the remaining dozens of people were injured. There were very few people online, and half of them entered the same secret room as Du Nianyu was in. In the same scene, there were stone wall marks around him.

After counting carefully, there are nine sword marks in total.

This sword technique is the nine styles of the Demon.

Du Nianyu's eyes were covered with blood. He held the sword and slashed towards the sword mark on the stone wall, but he could not cut into the sword mark. The sword weapon was bounced away, and his body hit the stone wall again under the shock, feeling the pain all over his body.

"What's going on? Isn't this inheritance? How could this happen?"

"Can anyone really use such a slash and such a move?"

He roared like a madman, but no one could answer his questions.

At the same time, in the secret room where Zhan Xinzhi is located, he has already endured a sword mark.

However, a wave in the heart spreads out a drop of blood, flowing through the province, deconstructing all the power of that sword into a range that Zhan Xinzhi can bear.

"Why are you going to intervene?" Zhan Xinzhi asked Li Yebai with great displeasure.

Li Yebai's figure emerged in his sea of ​​divine deity, "Wake up from a deep sleep, it's all up to the gift you gave me, so I decided to help you, so that you won't be so painful to pass this level."

As he said that, he didn't care whether Zhan Xinzhi agreed or not. When his body shook, he was actually a thought flowing all over his body. The demon sword in his hand swung, and his body moved, and he forced himself to approach the stone wall. He slashed out with a sword. The sword blade passed by the sword marks on the stone wall. The resistance was actually vulnerable to the blow and was disintegrated.

When Li Yebai was still feeling unfulfilled, Xian Xinzhi's thoughts were unprecedentedly strong and regained control of his body.

"Take trouble for oneself." Li Yebai was unhappy with a sarcasm, but this sarcasm was mixed with some different emotions.

Zhan Xinzhi didn't care about his sarcasm, and then tried to crack the second sword mark. Just as he stared at the second sword mark, another sword shadow swept out and hit his body, and his body flew up and hit the wall.

Lying on the cold ground, the sword shadow that was the second sword mark actually shocked his body and lost consciousness.

He believed that his years of exercise would not be so unbearable, but the facts were right in front of him at this moment.

There is a big gap in my heart.

"Seeing that you are so vulnerable, are you going to give up?" Li Yebai said jokingly.

The optical fibers in the secret room are dim, so the dependent light is the torch supported on the stone wall, illuminating the secret room with strange and dreamy light.

He lay on the ground motionless, as if he was helplessly silent after interpreting the frustration.

The struggling thoughts, but because a person's face emerged in his mind, forced him to react to such an ending.

"What a joke, when will I need you to save me?" Zhan Xinzhi said such words with a very quiet and stable mood, giving people a calm tone, which felt like he had changed.

The two creatures in his body were surprised.

"I like Tang Ruoxian very much, so I won't let her down. I must be the one who will accompany her to the end."

His tone was firm and firm, as if he saw a soft figure in front of him, and he stretched out his hand to touch his cheek.

After all the disillusion is real, my body stands straight and my eyes are firm, and the breath is filled with a sense of vicissitudes of life.

The body flew past, the Yaozhi sword slashed out, the second sword mark fitted, and broke the second, and then the third sword shadow hit his back, and his body staggered and almost fell.

But he forced himself to stabilize his body and turned around casually, slashed out with a sword, landing on the third sword mark, breaking the third sword.

Immediately afterwards, the fourth and fifth routes hit him at the same time, and the pain spread all over his body and his clothes were wet, and sweat and blood were mixed.

"ah!".

A fluorescent light emerged on his body, making him a little sacred, and it seemed that some shackles were broken in his body.

Breakthrough, the third level of the sword master.
Chapter completed!