Hong Yang was blind, like a madman, swinging his broken sword and slashing wildly. However, after a few chops, he couldn't lift the long sword in his hand. He knelt on the ground and cried loudly: "Li Hanxue, why, why am I still not as good as me?"
you!"
Hong Yang's cultivation is now useless and he is no different from ordinary people. He is holding another seventh-level mysterious weapon in his hand. It is extremely heavy and he cannot bear it after a few blows.
Looking at the miserable looking Hong Yang, there was silence in the crowd. The glorious city lord's guard was beaten like this, and everyone felt as if a rabbit had died. Looking at the bruised Li Hanxue, his eyes were full of complex expressions, filled with fear and fear.
The surrounding area makes people feel a little breathless.
Li Hanxue glanced at Hong Yang and kicked Hong Yang in the abdomen. Hong Yang gasped and vomited blood. He was not dead, but flew three feet away and fell unconscious.
Guisun Bing wondered: "Master, why don't you kill this guy?"
"Killing this kind of person is too easy for him. I want him to be a useless person for the rest of his life and regret for what he has done for the rest of his life."
Guisun Bing laughed and said, "That's cruel enough."
In fact, Li Hanxue had another consideration in not killing Hong Yang. After all, Hong Yang was the guard of Nanling City. If Hong Yang was killed here, Wang Qing would be the commander and Hong Yang would be considered his subordinate. Wang Qing would most likely do it.
There was a conflict with Li Hanxue. But when Li Hanxue abolished Hong Yang, Wang Qing had nothing to say. After all, swords are ruthless, and competitions between warriors are often life and death. Hong Yang's cultivation can only be blamed on his inferior skills.
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Wang Qing walked up to Hong Yang, checked his physical condition, and found that Hong Yang had become a disabled person. Wang Qing's face looked a little ugly, but he didn't say anything.
Although Zhao He and Hong Yang are both bodyguards, they have no life-long friendship after all, so it is naturally impossible for them to speak for Hong Yang. Even if they want to stand up for Hong Yang, they have to weigh their own weight.
As for the others, Hong Yang's life and death has nothing to do with them, and they are even less likely to stand up for Hong Yang.
After Wang Qing ordered people to carry Hong Yang down, he said to everyone: "In today's battle, Li Hanxue defeated all the heroes and won first place. So, do you have any objections to him being the captain?"
"No." Everyone said.
Li Hanxue's body was already crumbling at this time. The battle with Qingluo had actually exhausted Li Hanxue's physical strength. He relied on his angry will to defeat Hong Yang [31 Novel Network ]. At this moment, the battle situation had been decided, and Li Hanxue was distracted.
As soon as he relaxed, his consciousness began to become a little blurry, and then he fell to the ground with a bang.
Wang Qing saw this and said: "Li Hanxue has fainted. Who will take him back to recuperate? At this time tomorrow, we will gather here after his injury is better. I will introduce to you the matters of entering the Abyss of Demonic Crying this time."
When everyone dispersed, Qing Luo asked Ji Shixiong to carry Li Hanxue on his back and check into an inn.
Li Hanxue was in a coma all night and woke up in the early morning of the next day.
Li Hanxue pushed herself up from the bed, feeling like her whole body was about to burst. With a sneer, bright red blood squeezed out of the wound, which was shocking.
"Damumu, don't move around. I asked Little Bear to give you a Yuehua Pill, and your injuries will recover by noon. If you move around now, I don't care what happens."
Li Hanxue glanced at Qing Luo, who was smiling. Behind her, Ji Shixiong, Mu Liang and Song Zhixing stood aside.
Li Hanxue already understood that it was Qing Luo and the others who brought her back.
"Thank you very much." Li Hanxue said.
"I thought you were a heartless moron. You can't even say thank you. It seems you are not." Qingluo showed her little tiger teeth and smiled, "Damumu, you are also from outside the Secret Realm of Xiuwu.
Right? Which sect is he from?"
"There is no school or sect." Li Hanxue said.
Qingluo curled her lips: "Humph, you want to lie to me again. If you don't tell me, forget it, if it weren't for the kindness of others to bring you back, you would have been exposed in the wilderness. A drop of water should be repaid by a spring. I ask you where?
You don’t want to tell me which faction I am from.”
Guisun Bing laughed and said, "This little girl's hair is not even long, but she has a very sharp mouth."
Qing Luo sneezed immediately, "Who is talking bad about me?"
Li Hanxue showed a hint of embarrassment, and after pondering for a while, she said: "Canglan Academy."
Qing Luo's eyes raised slightly, she frowned in thought for a moment, then smiled heartlessly and said: "I haven't heard of it."
Li Hanxue was not surprised at all. Nebula Continent was vast and vast, with numerous sects and thousands of schools. There were countless forces bigger than Canglan Academy. It was normal for Qingluo that she had never heard of it.
"Damumu, please take good care of yourself. Go to the square of the City Lord's Mansion in the afternoon. Commander Wang will tell you the details of entering the Demonic Crying Abyss this time." Qingluo then exited the room.
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In the afternoon, the main palace of Nanling City.
Li Hanxue has recovered from his injuries, and the battle in the City Lord's Mansion was an exciting one. First, he fought Mu Liang, fought Ji Shixiong, then defeated Qing Luo with tricks, and finally defeated Hong Yang, who had improved his cultivation level out of anger.
This continuous battle has benefited Li Hanxue a lot. He has now condensed two complete heavenly swords. The second level realm has been reorganized nine times, and his strength has more than doubled. If Li Hanxue wants to, he can step into the third level of Xuanwu Realm at any time.
However, because of the Jiuyin God-Cultivation Technique, the power of Tianyin must come down every time he breaks through. Li Hanxue must be fully prepared to ensure a smooth breakthrough and no failure.
However, even if Li Hanxue is at the second level of the Xuanwu Realm, his combat power at this moment is enough to fight against any third-level Xuanwu practitioner, and can even threaten a fourth-level Xuanwu practitioner.
Li Hanxue followed Qing Luo and others into the city lord's mansion and came to the square.
Wang Qing had been waiting there for a long time. After seeing everyone gathered, he said: "This time, we from Nanling City sent a team of eleven people to go to the Devil's Crying Abyss to kill the ferocious beasts and save those common people and warriors in need of help.
You are the representatives of our Nanling City warriors. When you reach the Demonic Crying Abyss, you must not disgrace our Nanling City."
Everyone nodded. Having said that, the only people in the team who really belong to Nanling City are Ji Shixiong, Mu Liang, Song Zhixing, Zhao He, Peng Yu and Zhang Yan. There are also Li Hanxue, Qing Luo, Yu Feng and Yan.
Xue'er and He Cailing are outsiders. It is impossible to unite into a force and make everyone agree with one belief and feel the same sense of glory.
Wang Qing continued: "Of course, when you enter the Demonic Crying Abyss this time, you must be here for the mission reward of the Lord of the Palace. Next, I will introduce you to the rules of this mission in detail."
As he spoke, Wang Qing took out a string of dark green jade tablets from his arms. Each jade tablet was three inches long and wide, smooth and flat, like a mirror, which could reflect a person's face with incomparable clarity.
"What is the use of this token?" Peng Yu asked confused.
"This is called the Order of Merit. If you carve your own name on this token, your names will appear on the sky tablet in the center of Wuding Mansion. Remember, you must not use false names, otherwise it will be invalid." Wang Qing
Pointing to a beam of green light in the north, he said: "That green light is the light emitted by the sky monument. Each name will emit its own light."
Everyone engraved their names on the merit order, and instantly developed a wonderful connection with the token. From thousands of miles away, they could see their own names on the monument, and there were also names next to the names around them.
There are tiny names as densely packed as ants, and they are all followed by a zero.
Everyone looked puzzled: "Why are our names followed by a zero?"