Chang Heng and Huang Lian's battle was fierce and intense.

  His strength was far superior to when he fought against Zuo Mo. The copper ring blood spider sword in his hand, with its strange shape, each time it swung, a thick bloody light appeared, with an unbearable stench.

  However, the yellow-faced man in front of him was calm and composed, not chaotic at all. A bronze halberd flew up and down beside him. The bronze halberd emitted a faint blue light, and as it danced, it formed a blue light screen. The bloody light that filled the sky couldn't break through this seemingly thin light screen.

  "The Blood Refining Technique is indeed a rare and unusual art." The yellow-faced man smiled, "Unfortunately, you are not practicing it correctly, merely going through the motions."

  "Is it just an empty shell?" His eyes narrowed slightly and he blinked.

  His fingers trembled slightly as he threw the Blood Spider Sword, which was sheathed on his fingertips, into the air. As soon as the flying sword entered the air, it transformed into a huge shadow.

  Boom!

  Six thick legs, coarse and fine at the wrists, trampled heavily on the ground, sending dust flying, and the ground trembled. A blood-red spider glared fiercely at the yellow-faced man, its body size more than twice as large as when it faced off against Zuo Mo. The six spider legs were long and slender, covered in reverse hooks, with thicker and harder joints. The black stripes on the surface of the Blood Spider's body were even more striking than before, and had a metallic sheen that left no doubt about its solidity.

  What's most terrifying is the blood spider's face, on that flat face, there are faintly discernible traces of a human face. This vague human face is indescribably ferocious and brutal, with an overbearing aura that assaults you head-on.

  "Oh, not bad, you've cultivated to the point of being almost an adult. You do have some talent." The yellow-faced man's tone was extremely severe: "However, there are several places where your cultivation is incorrect. If you don't change, there will be endless troubles later on."

  Chang Heng's face showed a serious expression for the first time. The other party was extremely familiar with his own cultivation method. Although he was from the Lingying Sect, his cultivation method was not that of the Lingying Sect, but rather one that he had obtained together with the Blood Spider Sword from that cultivator whom he had killed.

  However, the stolen heart method is not complete, and it is clear that its previous owner also obtained it through other means. The Blood Refining Method is indeed extremely powerful, but at the same time, the danger of cultivating it is far greater than that of ordinary heart methods. If one is not careful, there is a possibility of being counter-attacked by the method itself. Although Zhang Xuan's personality is fierce and overbearing, when cultivating, he is also extremely cautious.

  The words of Huang Lian's husband hit Zhong Chang's heartache.

  Chang Heng suddenly retracted his Blood Spider: "How did you exchange it?"

  The yellow-faced man showed a look of appreciation: "Come find me after the game." After finishing speaking, his figure disappeared on the spot.

  Always a chill in his heart, and without saying whether the yellow-faced man was deceiving him or not, judging from his movements just now, his strength was only higher than his own.

  Compared with others' shocking momentum, Chang and Huang's fight started and ended in the blink of an eye, without drawing anyone's attention.

  Meng Qing was like a leopard cat, carefully darting between the mountains. He was most skilled at hiding and assassinating, having successfully escaped from being hunted down by a Jindan expert before. But this time, he was even more cautious. The fifteen mountain peaks covered a large area, but if there were a hundred Condensation Period cultivators placed inside to fight each other, then this battlefield would be considered small. On the contrary, this battlefield was too small.

  The smaller the battlefield, the more chaotic and intense the battle will become. What made him even more cautious was that, apart from himself, the remaining ninety-nine people were all his enemies.

  Unlike other cultivators, he had a clear goal. However, every time he thought about it, he felt a bit strange. A Foundation Establishment cultivator was worth spending crystal stones to hire someone to kill him? He sneered at the idea in his heart, how could a Foundation Establishment cultivator possibly make it through this last round of fierce fighting?

  However, since he had accepted someone else's crystal stone, he decided to do a good job. If he didn't have credibility, he wouldn't be able to mix in the future. His own cultivation was limited, and he couldn't take on many business deals. He had a hard time making ends meet every day. This time, he came to participate in the trial sword meeting, and he was eyeing these prizes, hoping to get one. Unexpectedly, good luck came, and somehow someone found him and placed an order for a job.

  The reward was quite enticing, and most importantly, the target was the only one who had reached the foundation period in this trial. If it were someone else, he would still feel uncertain, but since it was Zuo Mo, he agreed on the spot without hesitation. He had seen that match between Zuo Mo and Chui An, to be honest, he admired Zuo Mo for being able to win with a weaker cultivation base. In his heart, he had always suspected that the person who made the bet was Chui An, definitely Chui An was resentful of being eliminated and now was secretly plotting revenge.

  But what's it got to do with him? He won't let things go badly with Jing Shi!

  It's not easy to make a living these days, apart from hiding and sneaking around, his combat power is mediocre, and he can't get many jobs on a daily basis. He is full of confidence in this job, he thinks that Zuo Mo defeated Chui An because Chui An was too careless, and also because Zuo Mo's preparation was very sufficient. If it were him, he would never give Zuo Mo so many opportunities to show off. From the beginning, he didn't plan to fight openly with his opponent. Even if Zuo Mo is weaker than himself, he still insists on launching a sneak attack, after all, he just wants the crystal stone.

  However, in order to complete this transaction, he must first find Zuo Mo, which is also the most troublesome part of this business for him.

  Alright, after all, crystals won't fall from the sky, if it's too easy, others wouldn't spend so many crystals to hire themselves.

  He carefully controlled his body, like a vague shadow, slowly crawling between the trees. The colors around him were always blended with the surrounding environment, and his breath was introverted and difficult to detect. It was precisely because of this skill that no one discovered him along the way. He was particularly careful today, as there were many cultivators in the condensing period around him, including some masters. If he was careless and discovered, he would have no chance of winning.

  Huh, there's a valley up ahead.

  Meng Qing decided to take a look, Zuo Mo's cultivation was originally lower than others, so he didn't dare to rush in recklessly. After taking on that business, he had been thinking about it and felt that Zuo Mo would most likely find a corner to settle down in and resist with the help of his symbol array. So along the way, he especially paid attention to places like mountain valleys and corners.

  The entrance of the valley in front of him was quite narrow, he didn't dare to be careless, and carefully crawled inside with the help of the surrounding terrain.

  In the valley, Luo Li closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, with the flying sword floating quietly beside him. He was like a volcano, seemingly calm on the surface, but with a surging torrent of sword intent in his chest.

  Today is the premiere of "I'm Leaving"!

  There was a strange excitement in his heart, this unspoken excitement was like a silent flame, burning every inch of his skin.

  But he remained still, like an old monk in meditation, suppressing, suppressing the excitement that made him feel thrilled!

  The air around him was windless, but in the small valley, it seemed to have stirred up a whirlwind. What's even more astonishing is that the strong wind inside the valley didn't stop, yet at the entrance of the valley, there wasn't any movement at all.

  Suddenly, he opened his eyes!

  Someone!

  "I Depart" uses "Invisible Sword Manual" and "Empty Sword Manual" as the main thread, stringing together "Cloud Sword Manual", "Crimson Flame Sword Manual", and "Azure Luminous Sword Manual", with great care and attention to detail. Although limited by his own cultivation and understanding, it still has many ingenious parts, even Xin Yan couldn't help but praise it profusely.

  He sat cross-legged, with Luo as the center of his heart, within a radius of ten zhang, mountains and rocks, trees and woods, slowly dissolving into nothingness, eventually becoming a vast expanse of emptiness.

  He sits in the void, right in the middle.

  Even the smallest things entering this void will become extremely eye-catching, and he can easily discern them.

  Just like a snow-white paper, with an additional ink dot, no matter how small the ink dot is, it will be exceptionally clear.

  Meng Qing's figure merged with the surroundings, making it extremely difficult to detect with the naked eye. However, in Luo Yi's eyes, there was an extra person in this seemingly empty space!

  The excitement that had been suppressed in his chest for a long time finally found an outlet.

  In stark contrast to the fervent excitement in his eyes, his face was solemn, with his right hand raised in a single palm, thumb and little finger clasped tightly together, while the other three fingers pointed straight up at the sky.

  The quietly floating flying sword was like a ferocious beast that had just woken up from its sleep, suddenly opening its scarlet eyes and revealing its sharp white teeth.

  A clear and loud sound soared into the sky.

  Red and green light intertwined on the sword body, like a pair of red and green spiritual beasts entwined at the neck, extremely joyful!

  "Leave!"

  A faint sigh, drifting and uncertain, distant and elusive, yet whispering softly in my ear.

  The red and green light gradually turned white, the joy on the sword's body grew fainter, a sense of desolation arose, like an autumn wind blowing through.

  The white flying sword with a speed like a light cloud was not fast, the flying sword was like an ice block, and it disappeared in mid-air at a visible speed.

  At the moment Meng Luo launched his attack, he knew he had revealed his figure and silently cursed his bad luck.

  Not daring to hesitate for a moment, he sprang up and rushed out of the valley!

  The astonishing change of the flying sword made his hair stand on end and his scalp numb. What kind of sword technique is this?

  Especially when he saw the flying sword suddenly disappear into thin air, his sense of danger soared to its peak. What he trusted most in his line of work was intuition, and every time he had a bad feeling, he knew there was danger!

  He had only encountered such a strong danger once before, and that was when he was being hunted down by the Jindan stage cultivator.

  My goodness! Didn't they say that all of them were cultivators in the Condensing Pulse stage? Could it be that I've encountered Gu Yongping himself? Dammit, I'm not that unlucky, am I?!

  Meng Qing's face turned pale with fright, this sense of danger although not as strong as the last time during the Golden Dan period, but it can firmly occupy the second position. He was terrified and at this moment, he didn't dare to hold back in the slightest. His entire spiritual power went crazy and surged towards his back, rushing out of the valley! On his back, an additional solid spiritual shield appeared, looking like a turtle shell.

  He barely took a step forward, when something invisible seemed to strike his back spirit shield, causing the solid and sturdy spirit shield to shatter into pieces in an instant.

  Pfft!

  Meng Qing was struck by a thunderbolt, her pupils suddenly dilated, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, filling the air with a bloody mist. She fell to the ground, unconscious.

  A figure descended from the sky and slightly examined the unconscious Mong Qing before saying indifferently: "You lose."

  Then he picked up Meng Qing and disappeared.

  Just before leaving, Luo Li's eyes cast a surprised glance at him.