Xia Chenglong slapped himself, and after confirming that this was not a dream, he hurried out. He couldn't help but smile as he looked at the woman's back.

Perhaps in this world full of traps, the woman in front of him can give him a little warmth, at least in front of the other side, he can sleep well without restraint.

I was not used to those things anymore, Xia Chenglong gave up all other emotions. The most important thing now is how to get out of here!

Looking at the world in front of you again, it seems that there is not much difference between half an hour ago and now.

The yellow sand is still long, endless and endless.

The space here is a bit dead silent. The key is that so far, I have not seen anyone else and have not encountered any danger, which makes people feel unreliable.

Of course, if they want to pass the level, they will always have to give a goal. From now on, there is no characteristic here.

What do those people from Wanjian Sect want to do?

How can we enter the realm of asking God here?

I have already felt that the spiritual energy around the world is very bad and cannot be cultivated at all. So how can I advance? All this is a problem.

However, this problem was self-defeating at this moment.

"careful!"

Xia Chenglong quickly shouted and instinctively pulled Murong Qianxue from one side over.

Just as the woman's body was pulled into her arms, a sword mark was scratched by where she was just now.

In terms of mental power and ability to perceive sword intent, Xia Chenglong is not weaker than Murong Qianxue. Instead, because of his own combat experience, he will become more sensitive at this time.

"They are coming!"

Xia Chenglong looked ahead, looked at the yellow sand in the distance, and a ray of light shot out, and said softly.

He didn't know the intention of the descendants of the Wanjian Sect to do this before, so why didn't that guy named Jian Xiao be the boss of the Wanjian Sect himself.

Now he figured it out, indeed, he didn't have the ability yet, or to be precise, it was just a small purpose.

The real purpose is to get them to help kill these guys.

From their sight, rows of neat disciples of Wanjian Sect were walking towards this side.

It is hard to imagine how spectacular it will be when something reaches a certain number.

The endless yellow sand and the sword army striding in the wind and smoke, with neat and unified steps, with extremely rhythmic footsteps, which feels very special.

It seemed as if he saw him standing on the podium six years ago, waving square and chasing Fangqiu.

The army stopped a hundred meters away and drew their swords from the scabbard neatly.

"kill!"

"Kill and kill!"

One person led the team, and the troops behind him shouted, this momentum...

Xia Chenglong hasn't felt this huge sense of oppression from the army for a long time. They are not ordinary people, so they can stay standing under such pressure.

If you are an ordinary warrior, such as Shang Tutu and others, you may have weak legs when you face these guys at first sight.

It's murderous intent!

This murderous aura is not simply understood as the desire to kill, but a cruel and artistic power with absolute belief.

The whole continent knows that regardless of the state of mind, killing people is not an easy task.

After all, this is something to deprive others of their lives. Whether you care or not, something will gradually be hidden in your heart to a greater or lesser extent.

This leads to the killing realm, one of the strongest artistic conceptions, which is recognized as an existence that many people dare not imagine.

Because it is extremely or impossible to successfully maintain rationality in this artistic conception.

Many people know that the killing domain is very strong, and they have made attempts to compete.

But in the end, I was lost in my cruelty and killing and could never get out.

That's what they are facing now.

Judging from the aura of these people, they are unwilling to be eroded by some kind of force, so they directly destroy all their emotions and desires, and finally stick to one side.

This is great willpower!

"sword!"

"Sword, sword, sword!"

...

Another loud shout, and then the army shouted with a rainbow of momentum.

Their goal is to completely liberate these guys?

What a joke, even though most of their strength is around the extraordinary realm, such an army is no longer measured by the realm.

Their will has been perfectly integrated, and it is unimaginable to go out in an army with murderous intent.

Xia Chenglong even envied. If he had this killing mood, the situation might be completely different.

His ink realm is not strong enough and does not play much role in top battles. The appearance of the sword's artistic conception gives him a sense of confidence.

However... this confidence became less confident under the delay of time, and it seemed not enough. Even if he had the artistic conception of the sword, he was not enough to challenge those top existences.

So he needs to be stronger!

Compared to the scene here, other places are not much better at this moment.

The place you enter from the Burial Sword Gate is called Burial Sword Plain. Sword is not a sword, and people are not humans. Swords are both humans and humans are also swords.

So when many people rush in, something embarrassing happens, and the problems they encounter are almost unsolvable.

However, no matter what the environment is, everyone feels the killing field. As expected, many people are so scared that they dare not move in front of this force.

Just kidding, at their current level, they will probably be flattened in an instant.

On the sword burial platform, the descendants of the Wanjian Sect, who had seen the situation inside, were also a little nervous at this moment.

"Brother Xiao, are you sure they can?"

"have no idea!"

have no idea?

Obviously, such an answer should not come from the man's mouth.

"But I always feel that it's a bit cruel to use them to do such things." The guy next to me was still a little scared.

Jian Xiao walked over and patted his shoulder for fear: "They have lost their wisdom, and we can't do anything, so we can only rely on others."

"But……"

"No, the Burial Sword Platform is a hero's tomb. They will not return without success, so everything is their own fortune!"

The guy who was a little hesitant became calm after thinking of Jian Xiao’s last words. Indeed, there were many dangers and many luck. As for how to grasp it, it depends on yourself.

So there is nothing to worry about.

Then Jian Xiao took the others to sit cross-legged. All they had to do was to ensure that no one would come up on this step for the next period of time.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Regardless of the others, Xia Chenglong and Murong Qianxue stood on a piece of sand and stone, looking at the endless scalp and felt numb.

They have many restrictions here, so they may be very tired next time.

If there is no one else, it means that the other party’s target is them. In the state of any luck, the two of them took a silent look, and the spiritual energy around them began to rise.

Of course, they will not be afraid. There are those who are already timid before they can be beaten, and Xia Chenglong has not. So even if the killing domain emitted by the other party invisibly is strong enough, they will still not retreat.
Chapter completed!