Chapter 882: Good Luck?

In the vast forest, fighting broke out everywhere.

But I don't know since when, the sound of fighting has gradually become smaller; the outbreak of fighting has gradually become less.

The entire forest, which was completely filled with slaughter before, was apparently calmer now.

Of course, the killings didn't stop completely.

In the forest, there are still black-clothed warriors, holding Senran scythes, harvesting the lives of the martial arts geniuses.

A long time ago, the forest was completely filled with a strong smell of blood.

These smells, for some, are pungent and disgusting.

For some, it's full of excitement, excitement, and even crazier killing fun.

However, for a certain figure in the forest that is constantly shuttled, this is an inexplicable feeling.

Perhaps, this is a kind of excitement, or it may be a kind of blood boiling, but perhaps more, it is a kind of hearty.

It has been a long time since he used all the killing methods and stealth techniques he knew to the fullest.

And under such a hearty, in exchange, the black-clothed warriors in the forest died silently one after another.

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swoosh...swish...swish...

somewhere in the forest.

A group of black-clothed warriors galloped fast.

The black scythes in their hands were dripping with blood as they hurried on the road.

It is not difficult to imagine that the sickle in their hands has already harvested a lot of lives.

Yes, they just harvested the lives of a group of martial arts geniuses.

It was a group of young people from a faraway place, but the best young generation in that place.

Fifty people in total, no one was spared, all died in the killing.

"Jie Jie, this hunting, the prey seems to be weaker." A black-clothed warrior laughed a few times.

"Stop talking nonsense." The black-clothed warrior scolded.

"This time, the young master is very interested. Let's move faster and find more prey with high enough value."

"If you can get the son's satisfaction, you will definitely be rewarded."

"Yes." Dozens of black-clothed warriors responded.

"By the way, how many prey have we hunted so far?" the black-clothed warrior asked.

A black-clothed warrior behind him thought for a moment and said, "There are exactly 249, but there are not many that are really valuable."

"249." The black-clothed warrior frowned and said, "There is one more, so I can go back to the son's life temporarily."

"Hopefully I'll be lucky to find one of high value."

"Huh?" The black-clothed warriors headed suddenly stopped galloping.

In his eyes, in front of him, a young man in a boy's uniform appeared.

The young man held a sharp sword with a cold white light in his hand; under his feet were the corpses of a dozen black-clothed warriors.

"Bastard, actually killed one of our teams." A black-clothed warrior said coldly.

"Go on, kill this kid."

Pa... The black-clothed warrior at the head waved his hand and said, "No hurry."

"Jie Jie, it seems that our luck is really good. If this son can kill one of our teams, it must be a valuable prey."

"But let's not be careless, just use the secret method, and then attack it in groups."

"Yes." Dozens of black-clothed warriors responded, and then the momentum soared.

This group of black-clothed warriors, with dozens of people, is obviously far stronger than the average team.

The black-clothed warriors at the head have reached the sixth level of the Celestial Pole; the rest are almost all in the fourth level of the Celestial Pole, and a few strong ones have reached the fifth level of the Celestial Pole.

Under the increase of the secret technique, they directly improved their strength.

The black-clothed warrior at the head has a breath that reaches the seventh level of the celestial pole; the rest are all above the fifth level of the celestial pole, and some reach the sixth level of the heavenly pole.

"Good luck?" The young man turned around lightly, his handsome face full of indifference.

"Huh." Xiao Yi smiled indifferently.

Whoosh... Xiao Yi's figure instantly disappeared in place.

"So fast.

"The black-clothed warrior's pupils shrank, completely unable to keep up with Xiao Yi's speed.

They only saw that a cold white sword light flashed past.

Jian Luo, dozens of black-clothed warriors, almost instantly killed.

Only the leader of the seventh level of the sky, and a few of the sixth level of the sky, reacted instantly, holding a scythe, worthy of a block, and lucky to survive.

"It's so strong." The black-clothed warrior at the head was shocked.

However, he didn't have time to think about it.

In his eyes, the young man's sword moved again.

The sharp sword, which was as cold as bone, had an extremely cold breath, so cold that it seemed to freeze the blood all over his body.

The figure of the young man moved mysteriously.

The sword in his hand, swung and dropped, seems simple, but it is full of the mystery of kendo.

The sword fell, and a companion of the sixth level of the sky was dead.

The young man took the sword lightly, the body of the sword was not stained with blood.

The young man's eyes were extremely indifferent, as if the end of a life was as light as a feather in his eyes.

Whoosh... The sword rises again, falls again, and another person perishes.

The black-clothed warrior at the head looked at this 'simple' killing scene and couldn't help being stunned.

It seemed to be the cold breath of the Sword of Cold White, which froze his blood and made him unable to move.

Or maybe it was the simple killing of the young man, like a gorgeous performance, that made him stunned.

He didn't know how to describe how he felt now.

He only knew that, in his eyes, this young man was indifferent, cautious and calm.

When the sword rises and falls, it is orderly, and the life under each sword is harvested, as if doing something familiar and simple.

And all this happened in just a few seconds.

Several Heavenly Pole Sixth Layers have become several icy corpses in this gorgeous performance.

"It's your turn." The young man's indifferent words instantly made the black-clothed warrior at the head react.

"It's you, it's you." The black-robed warrior took a deep breath, "A few hours ago, the guy who hunted down our companions..."

"Heh." Xiao Yi smiled lightly, and the Leng Yan sword in his hand gently slashed out.

The black-clothed warrior at the head didn't even think much 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 too weak."

"Only relying on the increase of the ice pattern, and the increase of the Leng Yanjian, still can't kill the strength of the Seventh Heavenly Pole in seconds."

Xiao Yi's voice fell, and he turned around.

In the distance, the fleeing black-clothed warriors were relieved to see that Xiao Yi was not chasing after him.

However, before he could finish his breath, he suddenly felt a chill in his neck.

When he reacted, the body was separated.

Beside him, a thick white fog turned into a hideous appearance, and the blood-colored sickle in his hand was dripping with blood.

"Uh...when..." The black-clothed warrior, who had only had time to spit out the last sentence, lost consciousness and died.

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