Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 356 6 Treasure Secret Realm 10

"Three-Faced Illusion"

Seeing that she couldn't escape Wang Qiye's pursuit, Jian Yi immediately activated her skills. Her figure swayed slightly, and in an instant she split into three figures.

One figure held a dagger and stabbed at Wang Qiye like a lightning bolt. The tip of the dagger flashed with cold light, as if it could easily penetrate everything. Another figure released the shy appearance of a daughter who charmed everyone. That look was so charming and charming that it was enough to make anyone's heart flutter and lose themselves in it. Another figure held talismans in his hand and shot them at Wang Qiye one after another. The talismans flew in the air, flashing mysterious light.

However, no matter how lustful Wang Qiye was, on this thrilling battlefield, his eyes only flashed slightly before he quickly regained his senses.

His mind was as firm as a rock and was not moved by external things.

The two swords in his hands flashed repeatedly, as fast as lightning. Under the attack of the two swords, the talismans were like fragile bubbles, which instantly disappeared and turned into nothingness.

Jian Yi, the six-faced phantom, had expected that Wang Qiye might not be enchanted, so she had prepared a backup plan. As soon as she took out the silver needle, Wang Qiye's double swords rushed towards the phantom holding the short blade like a gust of wind.

The talisman attack had no effect on Wang Qiye, which was indeed something Jian Yi had not expected. The phantom holding the short blade suddenly became extremely flustered when facing Wang Qiye's fierce attack.

Under the powerful force of the two swords, it only lasted for one move before being shattered and dissipated into the air.

The six-faced phantom Jian Yi suffered a backlash from her martial arts, and she suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Her face was as pale as paper, and her eyes were full of fear. She knew that she was no match for Wang Qiye, so she hurriedly made way.

Wang Qiye stepped into the circle, and at that moment, the tension and anxiety in her heart finally settled down. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked around vigilantly.

"Waste." Pang Cen from Skull Mountain cursed, his face full of anger and his eyes full of disdain. He had long guessed that this female cultivator with an unpredictable figure should be one of the Seven Evils who had recently become famous, but he did not expect her to be so vulnerable.

But in fact, Skull Mountain Pang Cen really misunderstood Jian Yi. If it were any other battlefield, Jian Yi could have fought with Wang Qiye, but this ring area was her worst.

Pi Zhenglu of the Sky Spider Cult also frowned, thinking to himself. The masked, short-haired young man Wang Qiye had so easily forced back Jian Yi, one of the Seven Foundation Building Devils. It seemed that in a few years, the title of the Six-Faced Illusionary Body would be passed on to someone else.

A hint of vigilance flashed in Pi Zhenglu's eyes, and he had a new understanding of Wang Qiye's strength.

The three armored disciples of the Sheshen Academy just glanced at him and ignored him. The three of them worked together seamlessly and were full of confidence. In their opinion, no matter who they faced, they would be able to fight. They focused on their own battle strategy and were not affected by the changes in the outside world.

At this moment, another monk fell, and the situation on the field became increasingly tense. With the fall of this monk, there were only fifty monks left on the field.

The weapon spirit that was originally motionless was now as fast as lightning, shuttling through the bodies of one cultivator after another. Its speed was so fast that people could not react at all, like an invisible shadow of death.

Everyone suddenly remembered that when there were fifty monks left, those who were not in the circle would be killed on the spot.

They all panicked and ran towards the circle, but as soon as they took a step, they were pierced through the forehead by the weapon spirit. Their figures swayed, and they fell to the ground, without a sound.

"No!" Desperate cries echoed in the air, but could not change their fate.

The big man with stubble beard who was killing fiercely just had time to yell before he also fell to the ground. His burly body fell down with a loud bang, like a collapsed mountain. His eyes were full of unwillingness and astonishment, as if he couldn't believe that he was killed so easily.

The black-robed man who was collecting blood was obviously stunned when he saw this. There was a trace of confusion and shock in his eyes. He obviously did not expect the weapon spirit to act so quickly.

However, he was stunned for only a moment, and the next moment, the weapon spirit entered his head from the back. His body swayed, and he slowly fell down, ending his mysterious life journey.

The people in the circle watched the weapon spirit killing people everywhere. The fierce attack was terrifying. Everyone was trembling with fear and no longer dared to have the slightest fluke mentality. They closely watched the weapon spirit's every move, fearing that they would be the next to be attacked.

"I exchange my blood for my life." An inexplicable voice was heard, and the black robe shook, and then it stood up shakily again.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn over, and their hearts were filled with astonishment.

The cold weapon spirit seemed to look at it from the side, and then a white silk thread passed through the black robe's chest. The black robe just paused for a moment, and then took another step.

Everyone was shocked. This man in black robe could actually withstand a blow from a fifth-level weapon spirit and survive. He was truly extremely powerful!

However, the weapon spirit seemed to be angry. The sword beams shuttled through the black robe, dense and dense, like a violent storm, dazzling people. In an instant, the black robe was turned into a hornet's nest, and even the black robe covered by it was chopped into pieces by the weapon spirit.

Everyone was terrified. If the man in black robe was still alive, he would be the only one who could get out.

Everyone waited quietly for a minute, and the black blood on the ground finally stopped moving. Only then did they breathe a sigh of relief.

"Ah!" A scream suddenly broke the silence. It turned out that Jian Yi, the six-faced phantom, took advantage of everyone's attention being focused on the man in black robes and attacked a monk in the circle.

Everyone then realized that this trial, or more precisely, this cruel game, was not over yet!

After the sneak attack succeeded, Jian Yi, the six-faced phantom, showed a proud look. This was the battlefield she was good at, to succeed with one strike, and then escape thousands of miles away.

Wang Qiye looked up and saw that there were only fifteen people left in the circle. In just a short while, eighty-five monks fell here.

"kill!"

Skull Mountain Pang Cen took the lead, and the others followed closely. Just now, everyone tried their best to prevent people from entering the circle, but now they joined forces to kill people in the circle.

Soon, all the bystanders fell one by one, and only the few people Wang Qiye liked were left on the field.

Seven people stood in the orange circle at the same time, looking at each other.

They all knew that the other party was not easy to deal with. For a long time, they all looked at the final opponent carefully and thought about how to deal with it. No one acted rashly.

However, at this moment, a flash of lightning passed by, and the spirit of the weapon emerged from the armor of a monk from the Self-Sacrifice Academy.

Everyone was shocked at this. Only by standing in the middle of the basketball hoop could they be truly safe. Otherwise, the weapon spirit would kill another person in ten minutes.

The remaining two people in the She Shen Yuan regretted it very much. Originally, the three of them cooperated closely. If they had fought hard just now, the chances of winning or losing would have been only 50-50. However, after one of them fell, the cooperation between the three was broken and there was a flaw.

If you want to try again now, your chances are slim.

But everyone was destined not to continue watching, and no one dared to gamble on that one. After all, at this critical moment, a little carelessness could result in death.

So, everyone took action and the melee began again.

The remaining six people were all masters among masters, with extraordinary strength. Everyone fought hard in the melee, and every move contained powerful strength and superb skills. In a short period of time, no one could do anything to anyone else. The battle was fierce and stalemate, making people so nervous that they couldn't breathe.

Wang Qiye's opponents kept changing. At first, it was Pang Cen from Skull Mountain. The two fought fiercely, with swords flashing. Then it was Pi Zhenglu from the Sky Spider Sect. The nine-section whip collided with the double swords, and sparks flew. Now it was a gun-wielding armored monk from the Sheshenyuan. Wang Qiye responded calmly, showing great strength and tenacious fighting spirit.

However, Wang Qiye was cautious. When it was almost ten minutes, he took a bullet from the monk from the opposite side of the Self-Sacrifice Academy and rolled into the blue circle.

The six-sided phantom Jian Yi actually had the same plan as him. The hoop was not big, and the two of them rolled into the middle at the same time. When their backs touched each other, Wang Qiye got goose bumps.

Before Wang Qiye and the six-sided phantom body could make any move, the weapon spirit passed through the forehead of Pi Zhenglu of the Sky Spider Sect like a flash of lightning. Pi Zhenglu's body shook and fell to the ground with a dull sound.

Everyone was horrified again, and a few drops of cold sweat appeared on their foreheads. They knew very well how powerful and ruthless the weapon spirit was. In this life-and-death trial, the slightest mistake would lead to death.

The few of them looked at each other and instantly reached a tacit understanding. Wang Qiye, the six-faced phantom, and Pang Cen from Skull Mountain began to join forces to besiege the two monks from the Self-Sacrificing Academy.

They all knew that if one more person died, no one left would be able to defeat the exquisite coordination of these two. In this critical moment, they had to temporarily put aside their grudges and work together to deal with the crisis at hand.

Wang Qiye held two knives in his hands, his eyes were firm and sharp, his movements were agile and decisive, and every swing of the knives was accompanied by great power.

Jian Yi, the six-sided phantom body, relied on her unpredictable body movements to constantly harass the monks of the Sheshen Academy, looking for their flaws.

Pang Cen wielded the ghost-head broadsword with great momentum, which brought tremendous pressure to the monks of the Sheshen Academy.

Although the two monks from the She Shen Yuan were powerful, they also seemed to be struggling in the face of the siege of three people. They huddled together, cooperated with each other, and stubbornly resisted the attack. The long spears in their hands were like dragons emerging from the sea, constantly stabbing at the enemy, trying to break the siege.

The battle entered a white-hot stage, with both sides fighting back and forth, neither side giving in. Every moment was full of danger and challenge, making people so nervous that they could not breathe. In this fierce battle, no one knew what the final outcome would be, but they all understood that only by going all out could they have a glimmer of hope.