Elf Sandstorm Realm

"Cut again!"

"Chong!"

The sound of the blade sounded again, and the edge of the blade turned into a shock again, slashing towards the six people.

There was no mercy in this knife, the golden light flickered on the blade, and the sharpness was stronger than last time.

"boom!"

A pink beam of light also bombarded out at this time, following like a shadow.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen shining green dots flew out, containing a strong aura of destruction.

"Block! Shoot together!"

Amidst the smoke and dust, a slightly distressed voice came out.

Amidst the violent roar, the energy tide rose again, and more than a dozen tricks criss-crossed the void.

It's just that the energy tide is significantly weaker than before.

"call out!"

As the Ditang knife cut horizontally, a golden thread bloomed in the void.

Wherever it is cut, everything is destroyed.

Under such sharpness, the energy tide is trembling, as if it will disintegrate in the next moment.

"Boom--"

The blade cut down, and the cave was filled with gold.

"Bang!"

With a bang, the rock blade stopped slowly.

"blocked!?"

The six people who had just emerged from the smoke and dust suddenly looked into the air in surprise.

Not only the six of them, but the rest of the people also hurriedly looked towards the center of the collision.

"Is this blocking it?" Ye Feng looked at the knife and tide stalemate in mid-air, and said a little unwillingly.

Before Zhao Mo came, they were treated like pork on the chopping board and allowed to be slaughtered. He hated these people so much that he wished that the other party would be as miserable as possible.

"Shuirou, you know Zhao Mo better, what do you think?" Wu Li felt the energy riot in the air, and asked Murong Shuirou who was beside him.

As soon as these words came out, everyone in Jiangnan University looked at Murong Shuirou.

In fact, from a certain point of view, Murong Shuirou is their backbone.

Zhao Mo has always been a loner, except for Xie Feng, he rarely communicates with others.

"He has never lost before, and this time will be no exception." Murong Shuirou said without raising his head, and then continued to treat Kamigui's injury.

Hearing Murong Shuirou's answer, everyone in Jiangnan University suddenly showed subtle smiles on their faces. No one is blind, and Murong Shuirou's attitude towards Zhao Mo is obvious to all.

This stalemate also caused an uproar among other colleges.

Some people even had thoughts that they shouldn't have. If the two sides really fight a lose-lose... There are not a few people who want to catch the leak. After all, no one wants to let go of the generous rewards of the competition.

"boom!"

At this time, a sound like Hong Zhong Da Lu gathered everyone's eyes again.

The stalemate was broken, the Ditang Saber fell slowly again, the energy wave was abruptly cut off, and the golden saber energy continued to wipe out all the alien energies.

Seeing this scene, those people who were about to make a move immediately calmed down.

With this master around, who would dare to think otherwise?Think you haven't lived long enough?

But at this moment, Zhao Mo didn't pay attention to Er Lan and the other six.

Suddenly, Zhao Mo's expression moved slightly, golden light flashed in his eyes, and his strong mental power surged like a vast sea, as if he had caught something in the void.

"Buzz!"

Amidst the buzzing sound, Ditang Dao turned around and slashed towards another space.

"Aren't you coming out now? It's time to come out and meet after watching for so long."

In the sandstorm, Zhao Mo's faint voice came out.

"How did you find me?"

Under the Ditang knife, a small hole was torn open in the space, the crack was dark and dull, and the dark and mysterious atmosphere continuously refracted out, as if countless demons were sinking in it.

Several figures stepped out of it, with faint light on the surface.

"Night Demon Spirit... Shadow Fist..."

The voice was erratic, like the whisper of a demon coming from the depths of the Nine Nethers, and a strange sense of horror filled the hearts of everyone present.

"Hiss..."

A strange wind descended from nowhere, a pair of pitch-black ghost hands protruded from the shadows, black and red ghost energy lingered on them, and bombarded the Ditang Saber that was slashing furiously.

"Zizizi..." As soon as the two sides collided, they eroded each other crazily, as if seeing a life-and-death enemy.

The black, red and gold are centered on the collision point, each occupying half of the area.

This is the entanglement between the living and the dead, and even more the conflict of natural rules.

"Xuan Yinjiao, you are really lingering, there are investigators from the alliance guarding outside, how did you get in?"

During the fierce confrontation, Zhao Mo asked without changing his expression.

"How do you know that I was taught by Xuanyin?" the leading figure asked without answering.

"This impure ghost energy really stinks." Zhao Mo muttered twice, his words were full of disgust.

"Boom boom boom!"

At the time of the conversation, there was a faint and violent roar in the distance.

Zhao Mo turned his head to look in the direction of the explosion sound. After a moment of silence, he said faintly:

"It seems that it's not just the Xuanyin Sect. You guys are really generous this time. I'm afraid the price you paid for entering this secret realm is not small, right?"

"There is no master-level trainer. It seems that the restrictions on smuggling in are not small. I guess you have found another space node and forced it in some way?"

Zhao Mo continued to speak slowly, the more he analyzed, the more gloomy the breath of the people opposite him became.

"Stop talking nonsense with him. You can kill as much as you can. If it's too late, the bastards of the alliance should be suspicious." One of the majestic figures said.

After saying that, except for the leader of the Xuanyin sect, the rest of the people opened the elf balls one after another.

White light flashes.

Makushita Hercules, Yongjila, Rice Spoon Snake, Heluga, King Yanwu...

As soon as all kinds of elves appeared, a wave of fierce aura permeated the air, and the elite-level aura spread in all directions like a wave.

After that, he directly culled and killed the people in the passage.

"Flame Charge, Jet Flame, Megaton Punch..."

The melee is imminent.

The college players in the passage didn't talk nonsense, and fought back one after another. When Zhao Mo knew that this group of people was a cult, only one of them was destined to survive.

"Boom boom boom!"

The collision between the unique moves is overwhelming, often six or seven attacks can be enough to offset the blow of the cult spirit.

In just a few collisions, the elves and trainers were torn apart abruptly.

The dark red blood sprayed out, dyeing the rock wall beside it bright red.

The gap between advanced and elite level is really too big, and these cultists are obviously not ordinary elite level, each of them is a leader at this stage.

What's more, each of them carried more than six poke balls...

Er Lan and the other six who were beaten by Zhao Mo immediately regained their composure and quickly joined the battlefield.

With the elves of the six of them as the spearhead and other people assisting and coordinating, they barely reached a stalemate, but some people continued to be injured. If this continues, it will be a matter of time before they fall.

"If it weren't for those damn alliance trainers in the secret realm, these people would have been killed long ago." One of them cursed secretly.

"Don't complain, the leader and the others won't last long. We'll make it quick. Otherwise, we'll all be trapped here when the crack is closed."

When the other cultists heard this, their complexions also changed. Suddenly, the offensive became more and more violent, and every time they attacked, they ran towards the trainer.

Compared with the Alliance side, they are more fearless and fearless, regardless of the life and death of the elves.

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