Qinglong's secret situation is strong in the sun, there is no dark cloud.

The breeze blowing through the white clouds is a rare good weather on earth.

But the sky is beautiful, but there is a sound of killing the sky.

The four lights in the distance are missing again, and the two large and one small three lights are still direct to the sky.

The battlefield near Yiran also rushed into the battlefield with a steady stream of martial arts, and was then blown up by magic.

The first seven people who got the treasure had long been beaten to death without all corpses. When each one picked up that treasure, there would be a few magic beating on that person.

The bombing lasted two pillars of incense time. The land where the treasure was located was exploded. In the end, no martial arts dared to go to compete for treasure.

However, the magic over there just stopped, but there were fighting fluctuations and screams in the distance.

Obviously, after finding the hope of seizing the treasure directly, Wu Xiu began to attack those magicians.

In the chaotic war, Wu Xiu went to seize the treasure. The magician who did not protect it was actually the most likely to kill the goal.

They are easy to kill, and they are even simpler.

Just when their spiritual power is also locked in the treasure, when they are always ready to release magic, a repair is slightly higher than their martial arts, and they can easily erase their necks.

The screams of each other accompanied by the occasional roar of magic, it continued the semi -fragrant time before gradually stopping.

Hundreds of hundreds of times around them were suddenly in a strange silence.

In Yi Ran's perception, after these attacks, fighting, and assassination, there were only three left left within the range of hundreds of feet.

The most powerful forces have eight people. The leader is the Eight -Star Fire Magician. It can be said that the person he killed alone is comparable to some team power.

There are only five forces in the remaining two forces. The leader is Wu Xiu. Yi Ran estimates that there is also the cultivation of the eight -star martial artist.

There are several wounded people each of the three forces, and those who can maintain the perfect combat power are the only three leaders that have reached the fourth -order high -star.

It has reached the pinnacle of being able to enter this mystery.

At the same time, they walked out of the forest and walked towards the direction of the treasure, and there was no room for the footsteps.

Either win the treasure or die!

The ground has been stained with blood and minced meat. Every step they stepped down was stepped on the corpse of many people.

There are eighteen people in three forces, and each person's face shows the pleasure of abnormalities. It seems that the murder feels the pleasure.

The eighteen people came to the center of the battlefield, and they had a distance from the treasures, confronting each other.

The Eight Star Magician took the lead, and the hoarse voice was spread out by his magic.

"Give me things, forgive you one, otherwise you have to die."

The magic surge of magic is ready to take a shot at any time, and seven people behind them are preparing for fighting at the same time.

"What are you playing, you want us to let the treasure give you, Mao dares to speak up without a long time."

"Hey, this uncle wants to eat us when he is old. I wonder who gives you confidence. Is it your meat that is more fat than ordinary magician?"

"Hahahaha", this young big martial artist directly laughed and couldn't stand his waist, and his smile was exaggerated.

Without more words, the three parties started war instantly. The number of two parties attacked at the same time towards the magician's leader.

The destruction of the inner strength and magic sweeps nearly a hundred feet around, and there is even a trend of diffusion.

The position Yi Ran and Mo Xiangyi were in was only three hundred feet away, and they were already in a precarious position.

Eighteen people were fighting together, and they were already injured. However, the injuries became more serious within a short time.

Those who were originally uninjured gradually appeared injured, and everyone was trying their best to fight for the treasure.

Mo Xiangyi clenched her fists, her body was shaking, and her cheeks were unnaturally red. It seemed that the battlefield over there aroused her great desire to fight.

However, she seemed to understand her own lack of strength and restrained her desire to fight.

Yiran's eyes were fixed on the battlefield, but he actually raised his perception to the extreme, observing every move of the eighteen people.

A hundred feet in radius seems to be a huge space, but it is not enough for eighteen people to move around.

The strength of these two eight-star great martial artists is already approaching that of the Lord of Shou'an City.

In the Principality of Wind and Fire, he could be regarded as the lord of a border city, but here he is fighting to the death for an unknown treasure.

What's more, the two martial arts practitioners are still very young, around thirty years old at most. They will definitely have great potential in the future, but they may not be able to survive today.

And even if they win this battle, so what, how many more battles can they last?

If you end up alone in the fight, the treasure you get will be nothing more than making wedding clothes for others.

While Yi Ran was thinking, the battle situation changed a lot.

The power of the great magician's fire magic was terrifying. Not only did he block magical attacks on people, he was also able to distract himself from attacking the opponent's martial arts cultivator.

Under the control of the battlefield with strong mental power, it was inseparable from the other two forces.

As leaders among their peers, it was natural for the two young men to deal with this situation.

With the cooperation of the magician behind him, he simultaneously attacked the leader of the magician.

When the two men successfully restrained him, a chaotic battle broke out.

Within a radius of a hundred feet, there were constantly whirling wind blades, rain of fire constantly falling, and lightning flashing as the ground collapsed.

The martial arts cultivators are constantly tumbling among the magic, waiting for opportunities. While creating pressure on the opponent, the magicians also create conditions for their own people to attack.

But in the chaos of war, who can guarantee their own safety?

After the first martial artist was smashed to pieces by the rain of fire, others continued to die one after another.

A magician was shot through the chest and nailed to the ground.

A martial artist was attacked by a wind blade and was forcibly quartered into pieces.

Some were swallowed up and buried by the sudden collapse of the ground.

Some were struck by lightning and turned into coke.

When killed by martial arts cultivators, the appearance of death was mostly the same, that is, they were stabbed through the vital parts with weapons, or their heads were cut off.

But when someone dies at the hands of a magician, the signs of death are different. There are all kinds of deaths, but no complete body.

In just half the time it took to burn incense, five of the eighteen people present died and five were seriously injured.

The eight-man force led by the magician lost three people to death and seriously injured two people under the siege, and was already in danger.

Seeing that he had no hope of seizing the treasure, he gritted his teeth and even considered destroying the treasure.

The fourth-level fire magic hellfire spewed out from the ground. The red flames were mixed with black, carrying a strong aura of death.

The black flame was so terrifying that it burned a large pit on the ground the moment it appeared, and then burned the bone-like treasure out of thin air.

However, I don't know what that thing was. Under the burning of the black flames, there was no sign of damage at all, and even the light beam was not affected at all.

The wind magician, who had already exhausted his magic power, gritted his teeth and used a wind slash to strike at the treasure again, hoping to knock the treasure away from the burning range of hellfire.

The moment Feng Zhan came into contact with the hellfire, countless wind elements were burned and dispersed by the flames.

The size of Feng Zhan continues to shrink and may disperse at any time.

However, this wind slash seemed to have inherited the will of its master, and it persisted, and finally struck the treasure.

At this moment, the wind slash has shrunk several times, and its power is not even as powerful as the ordinary wind blade.

But the treasure condensed with the beam of light unexpectedly flew up under the impact of the wind slash, whose power almost evaporated.

No one would have thought that this thing could be so light and not afraid of being burned by hellfire.

The thirteen people who were still fighting, as well as Yi Ran and Mo Xiangyi, were all staring at the hit treasure.

I saw it shooting rapidly into the distance, flying hundreds of feet in the blink of an eye.

The dozen or so people in the fighting group were stunned for a moment, and they did not realize that the treasure without fear of flames could be so light.

But looking at the treasure flying far away, more than ten people walked in the direction of the treasure.

Yi Ran and Mo Xiangyi were also stunned for a moment, glanced quickly, and immediately ran towards the back, no longer caring about hiding their figures, and secretly said in their hearts: "It's over."

After the treasure was struck by the wind, it flew directly in the direction of Yiran and the others.

The collision of internal energy magic kept hitting the treasure, pushing it away again and again, just like playing football, and it came towards Yiran and the others.

This left Yi Ran and Mo Xiangyi no longer able to hide.

Yiran sensed that he was constantly observing the battlefield, and when he realized something was wrong, he turned around and left.

Mo Xiangyi stopped at this moment, eyes fixed on the treasure that was about to fall in front of him.

Yi Ran stretched out her hand to pull Mo Xiangyi away, but was held back by Mo Xiangyi instead.

In Yi Ran's dull eyes, Mo Xiangyi stretched out his right hand and caught the fallen treasure.

While turning back and smiling at Yiran, Sayazi started running, a golden gauze instantly appeared on his body, and his speed was comparable to that of a peak martial artist.

Yiran was dragged by Mo Xiangyi again, like a kite floating in the air, the clothes on her body were making a rustling sound, and the expression on her face was thought-provoking.

When Mo Xiangyi caught the so-called treasure and pulled himself up to run away, his senses had already begun to spy on the things in Mo Xiangyi's hands.
To be continued...