Falling Star Sect.

“Hey, everyone, good morning, have you had your breakfast yet? Fighting here?” The cynical man with beard smiled and said hello to everyone, “It’s okay, it’s okay, you go on, we’re just passing by, hey hey, passing by.”

Then, without stopping, he led Ding Hao and others go through the two groups and disappeared into the vast darkness in the distance.

The two groups stayed stunned for a while. They were sure that the people of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect had no intention of robbing the Saber of Sabers, so they breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly they cried out and rushed to fight against each other again.

…

Ding Hao laughed secretly.

“What a fuck Saber of Sabers! It is just a slightly sharper ancient saber, what’s more it was damaged, so that it can only be regarded as an antique enough, and it has the inferior quality when compared with his bloody dragon saber. A group of people actually are smashing their heads to snatch it. For the nominal disciples of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, this kind of thing is not attractive to their eyes at all.”

Thus, how scarce the cultivation resources for wandering warriors and rogue cultivators were!

Only the great sects were the kingly way.

At the bottom of the spiral staircase, there was a maze of existence with winding tunnels extending in all directions. Each fork in the road had three or four roads leading to different directions, and as the deeper the tunnel was, the more bodies on the ground. They were wandering warriors who were just killed, and apparently they were fighting for something.

Without being governed by the light on the ground and the game rules, all horrible things could happen in the darkness.

Here, life was as cheap as dirt.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood.

Suddenly—

Wang Juefeng, the cynical man, walking ahead, grunted coldly, a bright sword light shot out from his waist, revolving around people like lightning.

Ding, ding, ding, ding, a series of thin and dense metal impact came from the air.

With his hair standing on end suddenly, Ding Hao felt an unprecedented sense of danger instantly that pervaded the whole body. He made a gesture of holding with his right hand in the void space; the rusted sword appeared in his hand. A little bit of invisible silver Icing Qi condensed into delicate snowflakes, rapidly embracing the whole body.

Li Lan beside him also responded.

A layer of light silver gleamed from an antique silver barcer he was wearing, enveloping him in it and full of a pure and holy aura.

Of the three nominal disciples, only Lu Pengfei stood stupidly, not knowing what had happened.

Ding Hao and Li Lan saw clearly, at the moment just now, countless ox-hair-like silver needles suddenly from all directions of the darkness like rain pear flower aspersed out, quietly, enveloped the five of them in it.

If it was not Wang Juefeng, the cynical teacher-in-chief who had discovered it, with his sword light stripe he had beaten down the silver needles, maybe this time, all the people would have been killed.

“Damn, son of bitch of Falling Star Sect dares to conduct a sneak attack at me!”

The cynical man, like an irritably enraged bear, and jumped to make a loud scolding. He held the long sword in the hand, the sword light all over the sky emerged into a long whale sucking water. Ding Hao halted slightly, chopped out backhand and entered the darkness like a glimmer of starlight.

At the same time, Ma Yifei, another third-generation master, disappeared where he was like a ghost and integrated himself into the darkness.

Boom!

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The sword light of the cynical teacher-in-chief pierced the rock wall nearby, and the rock-falling echoed in the whole underground space like muffled thunder.

In this loud sound, Ding Hao and Li Lan had keenly captured the sound of a flash of hum and scream, and apparently the enemy hiding in the darkness was injured.

The next moment, before the two people’s response, they felt that everything before them became dark at the moment. Ma Yifei carrying a man in a black tight warrior uniform returned to the original place.

“Other three ran away and I got one.” Ma Yifei threw the man in black on the ground.

He deserved to be one of three master disciples of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. He and Wang Juefeng cooperated properly, so that their surprising posture was really an amazing flash in the panic.

This cooperation reflected the effectiveness of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect in testing its disciples. In case of sneak attack, the two did not feel panic, they even did not communicate with each other, but they were able to finish the division of labor in an instant and conducted a fight back, as if they had exercised countless times in advance.

The captured was a pale young man, whose mouth stuck out and had a chin like an ape’s with a tart and mean face.

“Fuck, you’d better be honest and clear, otherwise I can’t let you survive.” Wang Juefeng grinned idiotically and clenched his fist.

“Hehe, you’re finished…” The eyes of the person in black revealed a look of grievance and venom; he bowed his head, smiled a few times and collapsed. A strange aura was surging in his body, and he suddenly inflated like a balloon.

“Shit, be careful.” Wang Juefeng’s face changed, releasing a flame to protect the three people including Ding Hao.

The next moment.

Bang!

A loud explosion.

The young man in black exploded directly. Flesh, blood and bones shot like hard crossbows toward the ground in all directions. Broken white bones were as fast as lightning and they bounced off the yellow flame and pierced the surrounding rock wall, leaving deep holes.

“This son of bitch is extremely cruel.” Wang Juefeng shook his head.

When the man in black died, all previous clues were lost.

On the surface, it seemed that someone was secretly planning to deal with the people of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. However, various kinds of people were mixed together, and nine sects were fighting against each other with open and secret means. Just now, the silver needles must be used by Falling Star Sect, who was notorious for its hidden weapons, but it could not be ruled out that someone from other sects intended to shift the blame on it.

However, Wang Juefeng and Ma Yifei were not troubled by this at all.

In the past years, they had faced so many situations, so they didn’t take the threat of the man in black seriously. After a short rest, they continued to take three rookies forward.

“After 10 years, finally I can fight with Senior Brother Wang again.” Ma Yifei was a little excited. He was a slightly shy young man in his mid-20s. He seemed to have great respect for the cynical man.

Wang Juefeng did not speak.

“I really miss the time ten years ago, if Senior Brother Tang is still alive…” Ma Yifei continued.

“Shut up.” Wang Juefeng suddenly became furious without warning and violently interrupted Ma Yifei.

At this moment, the cynical teacher-in-chief suddenly released a very arrogant and cold aura, like a mad demonic beast. He seemed to change into another person and became cold and grim.

Ding Hao only felt that there was an ancient mountain pressing on his heart.

Li Lan bowed his head and sighed slightly.

Ma Yifei was in a daze. Instead of being angry, he bowed his head and said in servility, “I’m sorry, Senior Brother Wang, I shouldn’t…”