The dean was exposed in the air, his hands were put together and dragged in front of his chest, and he was silently chanting something in his mouth. Suddenly, the gray light in the air shone brightly, and it swayed and continued to rotate, revealing a black vortex.
The disciples of the Ninth Academy were shaking and standing unsteadily. Many people used their spiritual power to escape. However, they stepped out their big feet and returned to the original place inexplicably. They could not escape at all.
"What's going on? Who is the old man above... What do I feel like the black hole turned out by the old immortal Xuan has a suction force... No, I can't continue like this..."
Everyone panicked for a moment, not caring about themselves.
"Ah... Brother, save me... I don't want to die..."
A female disciple could not bear the suction force enveloped by the vortex, and was sucked into the black hole and disappeared. At this time, everyone became even more panicked and everyone was in danger.
The figure of the head of the Ninth Courtyard shook, falling from above the clouds, surrounding the dean, but no one dared to attack him.
He just lowered his head and looked down, watching his disciples disappearing into the black vortex.
"Dean, what's going on? Is it too hasty to send them into the gate of illusion? They should be given some more time?" Long Xiaotian raised his head and stared at the dean sitting cross-legged in the void and said.
The dean did not look at the nine people, but just hummed and did his own thing.
The disciples of the Ninth Courtyard were sucked into the illusion gate one by one like ghosts and howls. Then the gray light talked darkly, and went with the wind, and the sky became quiet.
"Boy Long, do you feel that you can't make a breakthrough? You will have to pass your robe to the junior named Lan? Humph, you have to remember that his surname is Lan and is from Lan Domain, and you have to remember the identity you have to remember." The dean snorted coldly, and there was a sense of spiritual power all over his body, and he was invisibly in power, and he was dominating the world.
Long Xiaotian suddenly became uneasy and said, "What the dean said is, Xiaotian dare not do it next time."
"There is also a boy named Lan who practices a very special martial art. It is not the only one who can be passed down from his ancestors in the ancient Eight Desolations and Nine Realms, but it is better than this martial art." The dean seemed to think of something and said solemnly.
"Xiaotian, I've written it down." Long Xiaotian said respectfully, not daring to say anything. The dean turned to look at the other eight dean masters and said coldly, "Do you dissatisfied?"
"Disciples dare not." The eight ward owners said in unison.
"Our academy doesn't need waste. Only the strongest person who comes out of the fight is what we need." The dean snorted and his figure dispersed.
The nine yard owners were obviously relieved and looked at each other with some guilt.
Burying the Bone Abyss
In the deep mountains and wild forests, there are wild beasts everywhere, with high mountains standing in the sky, and the monsters flew past the sky. After a series of huge roars, a giant beast rose up from the mountain, opened its bloody mouth, pounced on the air, and bit a flying beast.
After passing through the distant deep mountains and forests, a mountain was carved into an ancient sword, standing tall among the mountains. In the four fields of the sword-shaped mountain, there seemed to be some powerful power fluctuations. All the beasts were approaching but did not dare to step into it, and they all flew away from afar.
At the foot of the sword-shaped mountain is an ancient village. A group of humans live in the ancient village. They have lived for swords for generations, lived for swords, and are waiting for ancient swords.
"Bang bang...bang bang..."
Flying swords flew out in the ancient village, villagers walked with swords, fencing martial arts, and practicing swordsmanship.
"Grandpa... Brother Daniu is good at playing swords. His sword energy is so powerful and powerful. Grandpa, I also want to learn swords. Let's learn now, I won't wait..."
There was a little fur boy with a small face with a round face in the sword refining field in the ancient village. Seeing his brothers and sisters practicing swords, the sword shadows were flying all over the sky, and even liked him, his little hands shaking an old man with white beards, keeping shouting.
The old man with white beard just smiled and touched the little hairy child's head, loving his grandson very much.
“Buzz…”
A gust of wind buzzed, and then a figure fell from the void and fell down into the air. With a "boom", it hit the ancient village sword refining field, causing dust to spread in the field.
This inexplicable thing led the sword-making people in the ancient village to come over. They stopped what they were doing and surrounded the man who fell from the void.
"Cough cough..." A weak cough sound came from the pit, and then Lan Feng was covered in blood and got up from the pit.
He practices the heaven-defying spirit and cultivating the spirit depends on his body. The halo of the dantian melts into the hundreds of meridians and the golden body is immortal. This fall will naturally not hurt him. His injuries come from the tearing and blowing of Ziyun Mountain.
The power of the peak warrior is completely beyond his ability to face at this time. His crazy fighting spirit and desperate blood killing are only in return.
"Where is this?" Lan Feng's bloody eyes had retreated, his black eyes swept, and looked at the people surrounding him. He felt that everything was so strange, and asked in a low voice.
"Catch him up, he must be the one from the city." The old man with white beard flipped his hand, and the old man grabbed a treasure grip out of thin air and rushed over from the crowd.
When he saw Lan Feng's appearance, he yelled with caution.
When everyone heard this, they took out the sword on their bodies and immediately a wild sword energy came over the scene, with a stern and stern sword energy coming, carrying a stern and slaughtering sound.
"You want to kill me...haha... then come up." Lan Feng's black eyes instantly became as beautiful as bloody as blood, and his whole body was filled with a high desire to fight.
"Bang bang..."
The sound of swords sounded from Lan Feng's body, and then the golden blue ancient sword appeared. Lan Feng was seriously injured and could not use the powerful spiritual skill at all.
Although the Blood Map was refined into a natal magic weapon by him, this treasure has great flaws. Although it can be swung out, it can easily cause himself to fall into crazy killing. When he was weak, Lan Feng did not swing out.
However, the Golden Blue Ancient Sword, from the moment he got the Blood Road Fairy Mountain Taoist Sect, seemed to be fused with his bloodline, and became half of his own with the dantian halo, and it had a strong sense of protecting the master. He used it without much spiritual power at all.
After the golden blue ancient sword floated out, it hovered around Lanfeng and protected him. Lanfeng looked around with bloody eyes, and did not rush to fight out a bloody path and escape.
"Bang bang..."
A young man held a sword in his hand and stabbed him in front of him. He pinched his hand to the hilt of the sword. Suddenly, the sword light flashed, and thousands of swords appeared. He slaughtered towards Lanfeng under the young man's feet.
"Haha..." Lan Feng smiled and raised his fingers to let the Jinlan ancient sword be plated above his head without blocking it. The person walked forward step by step. With the sword shadow assassinating it, the young man could not hurt him at all if his cultivation was too low.
When he got closer, Lan Feng raised his hand gently, slapped it down, and directly slapped the young man's sword into several sections, and slapped the other party away.
"Strange son, how dare you." The old man with white beard shouted, jumped up in the air, stabbed out with a sword, and collided with Lan Feng's fist.
Thud... Lan Feng shook his body and took a few steps back, opened his mouth slightly and spited out a few mouthfuls of blood, just as the wine hit the golden blue ancient sword protecting the master under the plate.
At this time, the ancient sword suddenly stopped, and the light shone. A wild domineering aura arose, wrapping around Lan Feng and constantly spinning.
"Aoah..."
Flashes of wild and blue dragon roars sounded from a distance, and the earth shook slightly, and then I saw a sword-shaped mountain, with a hint of light entangled.