Soul Emperor Martial God -
Chapter 882: Good luck?
Chapter 882: Good luck?
Fighting broke out everywhere in the vast forest.
But I don't know when, the sound of fighting gradually began to become quieter; the outbreak of fighting gradually decreased.
The entire forest, compared to the previous one being completely flooded with killings, was obviously calmer now.
Of course, the killing has not completely stopped.
In the forest, there are still black-clothed warriors, holding Senran sickles, harvesting the lives of martial arts gods.
Long ago, the forest was completely filled with a strong smell of blood.
These smells, for some people, are pungent and disgusting.
For some people, it is full of excitement, excitement, and even more crazy killing and fun.
However, for a figure in the forest that was constantly shuttled through, it was another inexplicable feeling.
It may be said that this is a kind of excitement, or it may be a kind of passion, but maybe more, it is a kind of hearty.
It has been a long time since he has used all the methods of murder and stealth techniques he knows to the fullest.
And under such a hearty heart, what was exchanged was that one after another black-clothed warriors in this forest died silently.
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Swish...wish...wish...
Somewhere in the forest.
A group of black-clothed warriors rushed quickly.
The black sickle in their hands was dripping with blood under the fast rush.
It is not difficult to imagine that their sickle has already harvested a lot of lives.
Yes, they just harvested the lives of a group of martial arts arrogance.
It was a group of young people from far away regions, but they were the most outstanding young people in that region.
A full fifty people, none of them survived, all died in the killing.
"Jiejie, this hunting, the prey seems to be weaker." A black warrior grinned a few times.
"Don't talk nonsense." The black-clothed warrior who led him scolded.
"This hunting, the son is very interested, we move faster and replace more prey with high enough value."
"If you can be satisfied with the son, there will be a great reward."
"Yes." Dozens of black-clothed warriors replied.
"By the way, so far, how many prey have we hunted?" the black warrior headed asked.
Behind him, a black-clothed warrior thought for a while, and said, "There are exactly 249, but there are not many that are really valuable."
"249." The black-clothed warrior headed by him frowned and said, "There is only one short of one, so I can go back to the son's life temporarily."
"I hope I can have better luck to replace a valuable one."
"Huh?" The black warrior headed by him suddenly stopped galloping.
In his eyes, in front of him, there appeared a young man dressed in a master costume.
The young man holds a sharp sword emitting a cold white light in his hand; under his feet are the corpses of a dozen black-clothed warriors.
"Asshole, actually killed one of our teams." A black-clothed warrior said coldly.
"Go, kill this kid."
Snap... the black warrior headed waved his hand and said, "No hurry."
"Jiejie, it seems that we are really lucky. This son can kill one of our squads, and it must be a valuable prey."
"But let's don't be careless, just use the secret method, and then attack them in groups."
"Yes." Dozens of black-clothed warriors replied behind him, and then his body soared.
This group of black-clothed warriors, with dozens of people, is obviously far stronger than the average team.
The black-clothed warrior headed by him has reached the celestial pole six-fold cultivation base; the rest are almost all in the celestial pole four-fold, and a few strong ones reach the celestial pole five-fold.
The increase in the secret method directly increased their strength.
The black-clothed warrior headed by the celestial pole's aura reaches the seventh level of the celestial pole.
"Good luck?" The young man turned around lightly, his unusually handsome face was full of indifference.
"Heh." Xiao Yi smiled coldly.
Whoosh... Xiao Yi's figure disappeared instantly.
"So fast." The black-clothed warrior's pupils shrank, unable to keep up with Xiao Yi's speed at all.
They only saw a cold white sword light flashing past.
Jian Luo, dozens of black warriors, almost instantly kill.
Only the seven-fold and six-fold celestial ones that were led by that day reacted in an instant, holding a Senran sickle, which was worth a block, and luckily survived.
"So strong." The black warrior headed by was shocked.
However, he hasn't waited for him to think more.
In his eyes, the young man's sword moved again.
That cold white sword had an unusually cold breath, as if it made his blood freeze.
The figure of the young man moved mysteriously.
The sword in his hand, with one wave and one drop, seems simple, but it is full of the mystery of kendo.
Jian Luo, a companion of the sixth celestial pole was dead.
The young man retracted the sword lightly, the sword body was not bloody.
The young man's eyes were extremely cold, as if the end of a life was as light as a feather in his eyes.
Whoosh... The sword rises and falls again, and another person is killed.
The black-clothed warrior headed by this simple killing scene couldnt help being stunned.
It seemed that the cold breath of Leng Bai's sword had frozen his blood and made him immobile.
Or maybe it was the simple killing of the young man, like a gorgeous performance, which made him stunned.
He didn't know how to describe the feeling now.
He only knew that in his eyes, this young man was cold, cautious and calm.
When the sword rises and the sword falls, it is methodical, the life harvesting under each sword, the flow of water, as if doing something familiar and simple.
And all this happened in only a few seconds.
The six celestial poles have become cold corpses in this gorgeous performance.
"It's you." The young man's indifferent words instantly caused the black-clothed warrior headed to react.
"It's you, it's you." The black-clothed warrior in the lead took a breath, "A few hours ago, the guy who hunted our companions..."
"Heh." Xiao Yi smiled faintly, and gently cleaved the Leng Yan sword in his hand.
The black-clothed warrior at the head didn't even think about it. He stepped back and fled in an instant.
Xiao Yi shook his head, did not chase, just muttered to himself, "After all, the cultivation base is still too weak."
"Only relying on the increase of the ice pattern and the increase of the Leng Yan sword, it is still impossible to kill the Seventh Heavenly Pole in a second."
Xiao Yi's voice fell and turned around.
In the distance, the black-clothed warrior who fleeed saw Xiao Yi not chasing him, and he was relieved.
However, his breath hadn't finished yet, but he suddenly felt a chill in his neck.
When he reacted, the body was separated.
Beside him, a cloud of thick white fog transformed into a hideous appearance, with a **** sickle in his hand dripping with blood.
"Uh... when..." The black-clothed warrior had only time to utter the last words, he had lost consciousness and died.
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