"How despicable and shameless! I don't care who it is, I will definitely tear him into pieces!"
Pu Qingqing's beautiful face was currently filled with rage. Her eyes were bloodshot as her anger soared to the heavens.
"Senior Brother Pu Hao and Senior Sister Pu Qingqing are angry. It's better not to go near them."
The surrounding disciples of the Shenjian Gate did not dare to go near them, fearing that Pu Hao and Pu Qingqing would vent their anger on them.
… … …
At this moment, the instigators, Su Yi and Situ Muyang, were once again searching for their targets.
Although many of the personal disciples had received the news, there were still some who were alone. As long as there were not too many of them, Su Yi and Situ Muyang would be able to take them down.
There were also some personal disciples who had not received the news. Suddenly, their vision turned black and they were knocked unconscious.
Although the personal disciples were all very strong, in general, those who could enter the Sword Pagoda rankings were at least at the peak of Level 3 Origin Spirit Realm.
As for the other personal disciples, they were all between Level 1 and Level 3 Origin Spirit Realm.
To the Su Yi of the past, these levels of cultivation were naturally extremely strong.
But now, with Su Yi and Situ Muyang's cultivation and strength, as long as they were caught by surprise, they would not be able to escape.
Although many of the personal disciples had already made preparations and were very careful, the small teams that did not have many people were still robbed by the black brick.
Another day and night passed. In the hidden place, Su Yi and Situ Muyang counted the spatial bags. There were more than three hundred spatial bags piled up in front of them.
"Compared to yesterday, there are twice as many. The results are not bad, but it's a pity that there are no particularly strong opponents."
Situ Muyang was very happy, but he also felt a little regretful. With his experience, he knew that only the strongest direct disciples could have a Sword Pattern Stone.
There were many small teams. Although they were all personal disciples, the sword pattern stones were mostly given to the strongest personal disciples. The other personal disciples might not have any sword pattern stones.
"It's a lot more than yesterday."
These spatial bags belonged to direct disciples. As long as they belonged to direct disciples, Su Yi would not dislike them.
In any case, what Su Yi wanted was not just the sword pattern stone.
The two of them continued to rest and recover their strength before continuing on their journey.
Meanwhile, the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords was in an uproar.
"How audacious! So despicable and shameless! So unbridled!"
"A lot of people have been tricked and slapped with a black brick!"
"It's said that it's definitely not done by one person. They must have a team on the move, and every one of them is very strong!"
"…"
The personal disciples gathered closely together, in case they encountered that brick-slapping fellow. They were on the brink of battle!
"No matter who it is, I won't let them off!"
"I'll definitely kill that bastard!"
"…"
After those personal disciples who had been hit by the brick woke up, they were all furious. However, they could not find the culprit at all. They could only fly into a rage.
Many of the personal disciples who had been hit by the brick also consciously formed teams to search for the culprit behind the scenes.
Early in the morning, Su Yi and Situ Muyang continued on their journey. They were full of vigor.
Although the direct disciples had made preparations, and there were many inner and outer disciples guarding the surroundings, with Su Yi and Situ Muyang's cultivation and strength, coupled with the fact that both of them possessed the wind attribute, they had an advantage in speed. Ordinary people would not be able to detect the two of them.
"Ah …"
Not long after, miserable screams came from the depths of the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords. Bricks appeared everywhere, and it was impossible to guard against them.
Originally, everyone had already reached the depths of the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords, and this area was not big. Many personal disciples had already been hit by the black bricks.
On this day, everyone was in a state of panic. Miserable screams came from everywhere, attracting a large number of personal disciples to search everywhere, but they found nothing.
At night, the moonlight shrouded this ancient mountain forest.
The forest valley was so quiet that it was as if everything was sleeping. Occasionally, there would be the roars of beasts, and the swaying shadows of the tree branches under the moonlight, causing people to hallucinate.
Ancient trees towered into the sky, covering the sky and the moon. In the dark, it looked gloomy and terrifying, mysterious and unfathomable.
This ancient land had always been isolated from the rest of the world. There were all kinds of dangers inside, such as savage beasts, swamps, and so on. People had no choice but to be careful.
Under the moonlight, the deep forest was even darker. The tall, towering trees blocked most of the moonlight, and only the mottled moonlight shone in through the branches and leaves of the trees, adding a sense of mystery and strangeness.
In the dark forest, the towering trees were strong and sturdy, and the air was filled with an erratic fog. The surroundings were strangely quiet.
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Beside a towering tree, there was a figure sitting cross-legged. His body was shrouded in light, and his aura was powerful.
This figure looked very young, about twenty years old. He wore a green battle robe, and his black hair was tied behind his head. His face was handsome, and his eyes were slightly closed. His body was fluctuating with a green light.
"Swoosh swoosh …"
In the distance, there were two youths crouching in the branches of the tree crown. Through the gaps of the leaves, they sized up the figure in the distance.
"He's alone, and he doesn't seem to be on guard."
Situ Muyang said. His black clothes were even more hidden in the forest under the moonlight, but his clear eyes were shining.
"Something's not right." Su Yi's eyes moved, his gaze deep.
"What's wrong? He's alone. Just follow the old rules. "Situ Muyang asked.
"That guy is a personal disciple, and his aura is very strong. He's not weak, but he's completely unguarded. That's strange."
The corners of Su Yi's mouth curled into a smile. This was the Myriad Sword Battlefield. From the faintly discernible aura emanating from the direct disciple in the distance, his cultivation was extraordinary. However, it was precisely because of this that Su Yi felt strange.
In this Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords that was full of danger, no one dared to be careless.
Personal disciples were not ordinary, so it was impossible for them not to have thought of this. There was only one reason for this person to be so careless, and that was to do it on purpose.
"You're saying that that guy was careless on purpose? Then …"
Situ Muyang understood immediately. His eyes moved, and he asked Su Yi, "Do you think that guy was waiting for us on purpose?"
"It's possible!"
Su Yi smiled faintly. That fellow had purposely exposed himself. Naturally, he was purposely attracting someone to approach him. It was very likely that he was trying to attract him and Situ Muyang, who had been out and about for the past two days.
"Hehe, that guy is alone. Even if he's on guard, what can he do? There are two of us!"
Situ Muyang saw through the clues, and he was even more unconcerned.
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