Broken Night

Chapter Three Hundred and Sixty-Four - The Battle

Xuanxiu didn't answer, he murmured in a low voice, there was still no sadness or joy on his face, and there was a hint of unbearableness in the depths of his eyes. What he kept muttering was the Buddhist "Rebirth Mantra". Buddhists believe that after reciting the past life mantra, even if they die, they can go to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss.

Even though he couldn't bear it in his eyes, the raised hand still fell without hesitation.

Following his severed hand, the giant hand behind him also mercilessly fell towards Li Bufan and his party!

The Buddha slashed in anger!

Boom! !

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Outside the tower, the image projected by the blood-colored orb of the iron-blooded giant tower is divided into several images. Some people were stunned, looking at one of the pictures: "What kind of move is that, such a big hand..."

Just when they were surprised, the iron-blooded tower trembled!

The tower door opened suddenly, and several figures were shrouded in blood, and fell on the martial arts field as if they were spit out from the monster's mouth.

Poof.

When a few people landed, they spit out a mouthful of blood, and their faces were as ugly as golden paper. And Shi Feng was clearly prepared and waved his hand. The disciples of the Jagged War Sect held hammocks made of wooden frames and lifted the seriously injured people away.

Among them was Li Bufan, who saw his mouth full of blood, gritted his teeth and hated: "Jidao Temple! Very good! The Li family remembers it! One day, this hatred will be repaid!"

Sitting on the stone platform, Wuyu just stared at Li Bufan indifferently and quickly withdrew his gaze. The reputation of silent is killed. How can you be afraid of a young man's threatening words? He looked at Xuan Xiu in the image on the martial arts field, and there was a hint of satisfaction in the depths of his eyes.

Inside the Jagged Tower, the big hand behind Xuanxiu disappeared.

Looking at the bloodstains left on the ground ahead, and the blood that poured towards the group of Jidao Temple. Xuanxiu led the team, turned around and left. It leaves no trace, as if it had never appeared.

……

In the iron-blooded tower, the space full of blood mist makes people feel faintly depressed.

It's just one picture, but it's surprisingly pleasing to the eye.

She walked around in white clothes, as if to dispel the oppressive blood red. This group of people is Baihua Academy. As an academy that only accepts female disciples, it is indeed a place that many female disciples yearn for. The girl walking here at the moment, her appearance and temperament are all the best choices. And because they are both female nuns, they are not as united as ordinary colleges.

At this moment, under the leadership of Ye Luqing, he was walking in a space full of blood mist, while absorbing the surrounding blood mist.

Ye Luqing is very cautious. As a senior sister of Baihua Academy, she is also a direct disciple of Hua Xiaoxiao. Although she is not very beautiful, she has a unique temperament. Maybe long-term practice of alchemy makes her always seem ethereal and indifferent, as if she will not be nervous in the face of anything.

But the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

She must keep these sisters going!

"I didn't expect to meet Hundred Flowers College here." A cold voice sounded, Ye Luqing's complexion suddenly changed: "Be careful!" After she finished speaking, she suddenly released the pattern force, and the pattern was drawn into a simple pattern like lightning. [Wall Prison] Stand in front of you!

Clap!

[Wall Prison] shattered in response, but the attack also dissipated.

Ye Luqing's complexion was pale, and it didn't seem to be affected, but in fact, she had suffered serious dark injuries.

A figure walked out silently.

The blood mist around the body seemed to sense something, spreading and dividing from both sides.

It seems that the visitor is a sword that shakes the sky, and the breath on his body is enough to cut everything. From a high bird's eye view, the blood mist is like a long blood-colored ribbon, which is cut from it by a pair of scissors and scattered on both sides.

The man's body is thin and his shoulders are slightly sloping downward. If viewed from a distance, the man's body is like a long sword with the tip pointing to the sky.

"Wanshu Academy—Huo Feng, I have met everyone from Hundred Flowers Academy."

Huo Feng's voice was hoarse.

Ye Luqing's face was dignified, and her eyes crossed Huo Feng, only to find that Huo Feng was alone, and did not travel with a partner. But this didn't make her feel at ease. Usually, such a solo traveler is either too weak, and no one wants to carry a burden;

And in front of him, it clearly belongs to the latter.

huh...

Just before Huo Feng appeared, a group of people also appeared.

The leaders were two girls. The temperament of the two is like ice and snow, with a kind of atmosphere of rejection. There was a person in the middle, holding a huge and strangely shaped bow in his hand, which looked extremely strange.

"Xiao Xue, I have seen many students from Hundred Flowers Academy."

Huo Feng frowned slightly: "Xiao Xue, don't steal my prey."

Xiao Xue's expression did not change, and she said calmly, "Before the Great Dao, everyone is equal. How can we **** it? Besides, this is a competition for competition." Sword Intent is also getting stronger and stronger. Xiao Xue's expression remained the same, but the snow-white jade hand that was clinging to the strange bow was a breeze.

The breeze seemed to have turned into reality, and her palms made up for the bow arms, making her look extremely dazzling.

As an outsider said, after obtaining this [Thirty-sixth Local Tyrant], his strength skyrocketed by 30% out of thin air. After obtaining this bow, Xiao Xue was not afraid of Huo Feng at all, and even felt eager to try it.

Huo Feng looked at the longbow in Xiao Xue's hand, his brows furrowed even deeper: "It seems that the tattoo soldier is your support."

Xiao Xue confronted each other: "You can try."

For a time, the two strongest people of the Wanshu Academy generation had a faint sense of war.

……

Just as the two were tit-for-tat, there was already a surge of grain power in the other place.

There are more than 20 students in Hundred Flowers Academy, and their bodies are filled with ripples.

Ye Luqing's body was full of greenery, and the lines were full of strength. The white clothes had no wind and said automatically: "I said, you don't seem to take my people from Hundred Flowers Academy in your eyes."

"Although Hundred Flowers Academy is a girl, she has a strong temperament. A student of Hundred Flowers Academy who has never given up."

"If you want to rob us of the blood in our bodies, you should do your best to grab it."

The students of Hundred Flowers Academy behind them had already seen their pretty faces with anger. The two groups seemed to be discussing how to distribute a group of cattle and sheep. How could they bear this attitude? Hearing Ye Luqing's eloquent words, each and everyone said ok, "Senior Sister Ye said it well!"

"Let them see the backbone of our Hundred Flowers Academy!"

Xiao Xue was silent for a moment, then cupped her hands towards Ye Luqing: "Sorry, I was the one waiting."

She clings to the longbow, lightly buckles the bowstring with her left hand, and as she draws the bow, the force of the veins condenses into an arrow: "I apologize, Xiao Xue will use all her strength to knock you down."

Huo Feng's face still hasn't changed much, but the sword intent on his body has become so strong, as if the sword is about to be unsheathed!

"Let's do it!"