Jiang Yun killed the Thirteen Eagles of Fei Lian, and was not proud and complacent.

The boss of Thirteen Eagles is only "ordinary" in the system rating.

Moreover, the martial arts and martial arts of those casual cultivators are not of high quality, and they cannot be called top masters at the peak of the Spirit Realm.

However, vultures are more ruthless and cunning than ordinary warriors, and some inexperienced warriors are easily subjected to his deeds.

Jiang Yun couldn't help but think of Luo Qingchen who challenged him that night.

Next time I meet, I must compete with her to see the strength of the real monster.

According to Chu Feiyan later, Luo Qingchen defeated several of their true disciples at the Qihai Realm for the three days of the Xuantian Sect.

Only He Fan, the senior brother at the peak of the Spirit Realm, barely won one match.

Now that she has broken through to the second level of the Soul Realm, the eldest brother may not be her opponent.

Walking alone in the Hengduan Mountains, Jiang Yun hunted more than a dozen third-level monsters in succession.

The luck has improved these days, and more than a dozen monsters have contributed two inner pills to him.

This trip to the Hengduan Mountains has gained a lot of gains. The resources plundered from the Thirteen Eagles are worth 20,000 to 30,000 low-grade spirit stones.

Three level three inner alchemy and dozens of monster corpses can also sell thousands of low-grade spirit stones.

Especially the head of a vulture, you can reward 100,000 contribution points for the sect when you take it back.

He can't use the contribution points of the sect now and is preparing to transfer them to Chu Feiyan and let her exchange the time to enter the Xuantian Secret Land for cultivation.

The mysterious land contains a spiritual vein of heaven and earth, and the cultivation speed inside is three times that outside.

True disciples can practice for three days for free every month. If the time exceeds the time, they must be exchanged for sect contribution points, which is 1,000 points a day.

The contribution points of the 100,000 sects can allow her to practice in it for 100 days.

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"What a heavy smell of blood."

When the river clouds passed through a dense forest, they smelled a strong smell of blood.

He followed the smell of blood and saw more than ten corpses lying on the ground.

"Senior Brother Yu!"

Jiang Yun saw four corpses wearing the inner garments of Xuantian Sect.

He had met one of them, the inner disciple Yu Changge.

The other three he didn't know the names, but he also felt familiar.

Four of the other ten corpses were wearing the costumes of the disciples of the Xueli Sect, and the other nine were dressed in black, so Jiang Yun could not tell their identities.

He checked the bodies of those people, and there were two disciples of the Blood Li Sect and six men in black who were sealed with a sword, with a thin scar on his throat.

"Senior Sister Leng."

A cold figure appeared in Jiang Yun's mind. The one who had the strength to kill eight people in a row must be Leng Ying, a true disciple of Xuantian Sect.

She practiced the method of assassination. Few people have seen her take action. She was already at the seventh level of the Spirit Realm half a year ago.

"I wonder how Senior Sister Leng is doing now. How many Xuantian Sect disciples are alive?"

No one restrained the bodies at the scene, and it was obvious that the battle was not over yet.

A cold light flashed in Jiang Yun's eyes, and he continued to track down the battle traces, and three more bodies were found hundreds of meters away.

"Qi Haoran."

He recognized one of the corpses as Qi Haoran, the chief senior brother of the Xueli Sect, and was shocked.

Qi Haoran's strength is comparable to He Fan, and he never expected that even he would die under the sword of Leng Ying.

Jiang Yun continued to follow the remaining traces. After chasing for a while, he found that the traces became more and more messy. He inferred that Leng Ying could no longer hold on, and he couldn't help but worry about her.

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"Leng Ying, you are still trying to run away after being hit by the Blood Poison Palm. You are obediently surrendering. We can still leave you a way out."

Duan Hu looked at the woman in blue who was surrounded by them and could only rely on the tree trunk to stabilize her body, with a greedy look in her eyes.

He is a true disciple of the Blood Evil Sect and has a seventh level of cultivation in the spiritual realm.

The Blood Poison Palm is a unique martial art of the Blood Evil Sect. After being hit by the Blood Evil Sect, the Blood Poison will constantly erode the meridians of the body and emit a unique smell. It can be tracked by the Blood Evil Sect's blood spider within thirty miles.

The blood spider in Duan Hu's hand smelled the scent of blood poison and followed him all the way to discover the injured cold shadow.

Xuesha Sect is a seventh-grade sect of the Dajing Dynasty. They and the disciples of Xueli Sect joined forces to encircle and suppress the disciples of Xuantian Sect who were trained in the Hengduan Mountains.

If he can kill Leng Ying, he can obtain a large number of contribution points from the sect.

"Qi Haoran and Jin Huang both died under my sword. If you are not afraid of death, just come forward and try it."

Leng Ying leaned against the tree trunk, her palms were placed in her sleeves, and her body was holding her back to stand firm. Her cold eyes looked at the two disciples surrounding her.

"What, Senior Brother Qi died under her sword?"

The disciples of the Xueli Sect changed their faces when they heard that Qi Haoran was killed by her.

As their chief disciple, Qi Haoran has always been an invincible existence in their hearts. Now, when he learned that he was dead under the sword of the woman in front of him, he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Duan Hu's pupils shrank, and Jin Huang was the true teaching of the Blood Evil Sect like him, and his strength was comparable to him; Qi Haoran was the chief senior brother of the Blood Evil Sect, and the two of them joined forces were actually killed by her!

He looked at Leng Ying's hands hiding in his sleeves, and knew that the other party was at the end of his strength and did not dare to take risks.

The two sides were in a stalemate.

Leng Ying resisted the knife wounds on her back and the erosion of blood poison, and her eyes stared at the disciples of the two sects like beasts.

The knife wound on her back was left by Qi Haoran. It was more than an inch long and the bones could be seen.

I just treated it simply, but now the wound is starting to crack. She can't stand if she didn't lean against the tree trunk.

The blood poison left by Jin Huang also continued to erode her meridians, making her whole body feel numb, itchy and painful as if she was gnawed by millions of ants.

She knew that she was doomed this time, so she silently gathered the last trace of spiritual power left on her body and prepared to pull a few more enemies to take the back.

“Tick, tick.”

The wound on Cold Ying's back became bigger and bigger, and the bleeding continued to ooze, flowing more and more. It dripped along her back to the ground, making a ticking sound.

"Everyone is working together, she's just bluffing."

Duan Hu saw the blood flowing from Leng Ying's back and said to everyone.

"Yes, she has been seriously injured by Senior Brother Qi and Senior Brother Jin. Everyone should kill her together."

"Everyone comes together to avenge Senior Brother Qi and Senior Brother Jin."

The disciples of the two sects said one by one, but no one dared to take action first.

Leng Ying looked at the two sects who were timid and showed disdainful mockery at the corners of her mouth.

"Everyone goes together and kills her, the sect will have a great reward."

Duan Hu was very strong and confirmed that Leng Ying was dying. Thinking of the benefits of killing Leng Ying, he felt aggrieved and used his blood poisonous palm to slap her.

When everyone saw Duan Hu had already taken action, they all followed suit and attacked.

Leng Ying's eyes turned cold, and her hands in her sleeves held the two short swords tightly, waiting for a fatal blow.

"If you want to receive a reward, you must have a life."

Suddenly, a cold voice came, and a figure flew in front of Leng Ying, with a long sword unsheathed, protecting her behind her.
Chapter completed!