Although the Zhechong troops had only six people, they were the weakest among the several forces. At this moment, no matter the scorn woman, the young master of Yunmengze, or the leader of Guiya Village, they would not regard this Nascent Soul Realm sword cultivator with the hilt of the sword as a soft persimmon that can be controlled at will.

The sharp sword intent that made their skin tingle is not a fake. No one will be full and provoke a sword cultivator with a successful cultivation.

There are three floating light balls standing on the rooftop of the underground palace hall.

After some discussion and inquiry, Chang Xi realized that these three light balls were treasures left by the three wheel kings, and the light balls could isolate the spiritual sense to peek, making everyone unaware of the true bodies of the three treasures. Previously, the three forces of the three sides entangled and confronted each other because of the belonging of these three treasures until the emergence of the Zhe Chong tribe.

Chang Xi looked at the three light balls, gently stroked the hilt of the sword with his thumb, and smiled confidently: "Since there are as many as three of this treasure, I will have to get a prize no matter what."

The leader of Guiya Village, the blood-handed, sneered, "If Yelu Jin, the radical of the Zhechong tribe, is worthy of saying this here. Do you dare to try to touch the treasure if you have nothing to say? Be careful that you have the life to take it, but it is useless."

Faced with the unspoken targeting and threats of the bloody hand, Chang Xi closed his eyes slightly, and was too lazy to talk to him. The bloody hand, who was angry with Chang Xi's unsaltitude, held the ghost-headed knife in his hand tightly. If it weren't for the attitude of Yunmengze and Qianfengling, he really wanted to lead his troops to eat the poor six people of the Zhechong tribe in one bite.

There are only three light balls, but there are four forces under the sacrificial platform, which means that there will definitely be one force that will not be able to recover.

A roar came from a distance outside the water curtain behind him, which meant that more people had passed the dangerous pass and explored here. The leaders of the four forces who knew that they could not be dragged down all the time rushed towards the three light balls on the sacrifice rooftop.

"So fast!"

This was the only thought that had time to flash across the mind at this moment, the stingy woman, the young master of Yunmengze and the leader of Guiya Village.

I heard that the black-clothed sword cultivator who claimed to be Chang's feet burst out with a thunderous sound, leaving them far behind. Twenty feet away was just a snap of his fingers for any cultivator in the Nascent Soul realm, but the sword cultivator was so fast that he just reached out and took a light ball into his pocket.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the light ball that Chang Xi snatched was the one that the bloody hand rushed towards. The bloody hand that had reached out was glaring. Unexpectedly, Chang Xi would dare to act like this, but he had no time to immediately trouble Chang Xi.

There were only two of the three light balls left. The blood hand, who had lost the initiative, put his heart on his back, pulled out the ghost-headed sword surrounded by yin energy, and slashed at Yun Sheng, the young master of Yun Mengze, on the side. At the same time, he quickly stretched out his other hand to grab the light ball in front of Yun Sheng.

Chang Xi got a light ball with an unparalleled speed, but the bloody hand played a secret move and wanted to snatch it, and the high and low were judged. The troops from all sides of the priests saw the ever-changing situation above, and were worried about the situation of his own leader. If anyone did not get the light ball, his face would be greatly lost!

The distance of twenty feet was too short, and Yun Sheng was caught off guard and had no time to use his weapons. The bloody hands of the Guiya Village relied on the cultivation level of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Realm and acted in a bad way. Yun Sheng only regretted that he had reacted half a beat slower and avoided the ghost-headed sword that was howling in the cold wind. He knew that he had lost the qualification to compete for the light ball.

Blood Hand was overjoyed and even protested to look at Yun Sheng with a pale face, sarcastically saying, "Any little hairy child who is not dry can dare to seize food from my tiger's mouth."

Immediately, the bloody hand reached out to the last two light balls. If he had not coveted the beauty and graceful figure of the Qianfengling boss for a long time, he would have been unable to see through his face, but I was afraid that he would have to raise the knife and ruthlessly cut off the jade hand that the spoiled woman stretched out.

But at this moment, the change broke out again.

Just as Yun Sheng was about to retreat, a black sword tip suddenly blocked the ghost head sword. The black sword track was like an antelope hanging its horns and could not find any trace. The black long sword, which was deeper than the ink color, spit out a large piece of sword light, like the arrival of the darkness, cutting off the bloody hand that was invincible in front of the two light balls.

"Boy! You are so brave!"

The bloody hand that was intercepted by the same person twice in a row was really infuriated. How could he raise his head in front of his younger brothers? But the sword light that was so cold that it made him feel heartbroken that the bloody hand that was licking blood on the knife was instinctively did not dare to move for a moment.

It was his step of retreat that the black sword tip provoked the remaining two light balls. Yun Sheng, who was shocked by a sudden scene in front of him, felt a sank in his arms. The light ball had already rolled into his hands, and the last light ball was taken into his pocket by the scorching woman without any surprise.

The four of them fell to the ground with their toes, and they could not help but feel murderous in their hearts. The ghost-headed sword brought out a terrifying wind, and it was a Yin sword that was contaminated with many karma.

Chang Xi, who was regarded as a thorn in his eyes by the leader of Guiya Village, flicked his footsteps, and several soft force slapped Lin Changfeng and others on the waists, slapped them into the camp of Yunmengze, and he was alone in the face of the bloody hand burning in anger.

"Brother Chang, be careful!"

Yun Sheng held the hard-won light ball in his hand and shouted anxiously. At the same time, the subordinates of Yun Mengze, all witnessed the scene of Chang Xi taking action on the rooftop just now. At this moment, they spontaneously protected Lin Changfeng and others, so that the madmen in Guiya Village would have an opportunity to take advantage of them.

In everyone's imagination, the middle state of the Nascent Soul against the first state of the Nascent Soul should have been a one-sided situation, not to mention that there are dozens of Guiya Village monks behind the Blood Hand.

If you know the pain of your bloody hands, you will know it.

This black-clothed sword cultivator, who claimed to be the new general of the Zhechong Division, took off the ghost-headed sword in his hand with only two or three swords, leaving him with no power to fight any more.

The sword tip was handed to his neck with a misty sword light. Chang Xi, who was surrounded, was not afraid of the many monks of Guiya Village, and looked at him with a smile.

The bloody hand was cold from the sky spirit to the soles of his feet. Just as he was about to beg for mercy, he suddenly felt a chill in his throat. A piece of sword tip pierced from the back of his head, and boiling blood dripped along the cold sword tip, and the souls of the Guiya Village monks who surrounded Chang Xi were all exposed.

His own leader was actually killed by the sword cultivator!

Chang Xi pulled back the long sword, letting the bloody hand twitch and fell into a pool of blood, sneering: "The Zhechong tribe surrounded your Guiya Village several times but failed. You should hide far away when you see me. Since you are willing to take the initiative to hit my sword, I have no reason to stop it. I really think that I can run rampant in the middle realm of the Nascent Soul?"

The black-clothed sword cultivator had a silver cross star in his eyes, his face was like Yama, and his smile was scattered. The monks from the Ghost Ya Village who saw the black sword leaving their hands, and instantly pulled out the sword lights of the sky to cover them.
Chapter completed!