517: C517 Ice Blue Rage

C517 Ice Blue Rage

Seeing this, everyone was terrified.

On the stage, Penglai and the cultivators of Kunlun Holy Land had already guessed the thoughts of the Shennong Holy Land cultivators, but when it happened right in front of their eyes, they could do nothing about it. Now that Ann Sudong was their leader, if Ann Sudong died, then the group would disperse, and their date of death wouldn't be too far away.

Without waiting for everyone to cry out in alarm, Ann Sudong had already welcomed the attack of the Shennong Holy Land Cultivators. The ten Immortal Banishing Sword s laid down the biggest killing array, crossing each other out like a gigantic net, this net blocked all the attacks, the attacks of the ten people all landed on his sword, instantly emitting a light that covered everyone's line of sight.

"Disciple, I'll kill all of you bastards!"

The Nascent Soul Stage old monster guarding below had Bing Lan, so the grumpy old man had lost control of himself.

"Old man, what are you doing? This is a competition between juniors. It's a matter of life and death!"

One of the Nascent Soul stage cultivators from Kunlun Holy Land grabbed Bing Lan. He was called Huang Zhong, and was still wondering when this old fellow had accepted a disciple!

"Get up!" It's not fair at all for so many people to deal with my disciple. I will kill this group of juniors! "

Bing Lan did not care about that. Out of the three Sacred Grounds, other than Zhao Kun, no one dared to offend him.

He could not afford to offend the person in front of him, so if he were to say something now, it would be possible to kill him. However, he had to hide as far away as possible, and his disciple was not up there, so even if there was, he would not save him. His Shennong Holy Land did not care about being kind and filial.

"Okay, bro. Look, isn't this fine? That kid isn't dead yet. I have to say, he's really strong!"

Huang Zhong had a bit of a relationship with Bing Lan, if not he would not dare to say too much.

Hearing Huang Zhong's words, Bing Lan looked back towards the stage. He found that Ann Sudong was not in a critical condition, standing on the stage and still maintaining his attacking posture.

Just now, the old monster in Ann Sudong's dantian had opened his mouth for Ann Sudong to react with the strongest force. Ann Sudong naturally knew that in this kind of situation, a moment of carelessness would cause him to die.

With just one strike, he drained all of the spirit energy from Ann Sudong's body. In his hand was a porcelain bottle, and inside it was spirit milk. Only after a drop of spirit milk was poured into his mouth did his complexion improve a little.

Fortunately, no one was severely injured, and all of the cultivators present were shocked. Right now, all of them were thinking about one thing, whether Ann Sudong was a Core Formation Period Cultivator or a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, and the moment he exploded, they felt that he was far more powerful than a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, which made them unable to believe it.

"Attack!"

Ann Sudong gave a loud roar and only then did the stupefied Penglai and Kunlun Holy Land cultivators come back to their senses and continue their attacks. The few cultivators who had fallen to the ground also quickly climbed back up, using their meager strength.

All of this happened in an instant, and the cultivators of Shennong Holy Land had also recovered from their initial shock. Afterwards, they changed their targets and prepared to attack the other small teams.

How could Ann Sudong let them succeed, his reaction speed was much faster than the cultivators of Shennong Holy Land. Without waiting for the cultivators of Shennong Holy Land to attack, the Immortal Banishing Sword had already rushed towards them, the pressing Sword Qi attacking them, the cultivators of Shennong Holy Land only had one feeling, and could not resist.

Ah!

"Help!"

The Shennong Holy Land cultivators finally started to panic, but their defenses could not withstand a single blow from the Immortal Banishing Sword Formation. More than thirty people had more than half of them died, and the rest that were injured were not even complete, they were basically all broken limbs, looking quite miserable. The remaining few stood alone on the stage, looking at Ann Sudong who looked like a god of death, their bodies involuntarily started to tremble.

"Do you all want to continue the battle or surrender?"

Ann Sudong stared at the cultivators of Shennong Holy Land, the rage in his eyes terrifying.

The remaining people watched quietly. Without Ann Sudong's order, they did not attack without permission, and at that moment, all their gazes were fixated on the cultivator opposite them.

"I'll repeat myself one last time. Are you going to fight or surrender? If you don't retreat now, then I'll treat it as you continuing your attack!"

Once Ann Sudong finished speaking, the people of Penglai Holy Land and Kunlun Holy Land became extremely angry. The expression of the previously arrogant and despotic Shennong cultivators was as if they had eaten them, and their eyes were filled with disdain.

It was as if he was a beggar that hadn't eaten for a few days, his legs were weak and trembling randomly. The cultivators from Shennong Holy Land looked at Ann Sudong with dull eyes, as if they didn't hear his words.

"Attack!"

With a furious roar, the cultivators of Penglai Holy Land swarmed forward, and the cultivators of Kunlun Holy Land followed closely behind. The moment everyone took out their treasures, the people opposite of them finally reacted!2

"We surrender!"

"Surrender, stop fighting!"

A few mournful cries echoed in the air, and the angry group of people stopped after hearing it. There were no more cries, only miserable cries and painful cries.

"We, we surrender, don't fight anymore!"

"I admit defeat …" Let's go down. "

The cultivators of Shennong Holy Land all surrendered, they were finally afraid, the viciousness in their hearts had long since disappeared, what remained was only weakness and fear.

He was very clear about the rules of the competition. He could have killed off Shennong Holy Land and the rest just now, but Ann Sudong couldn't do it. Furthermore, killing them in a state of shock was not something a righteous man would do.

"I will not take action anymore. You guys can do the rest yourself. Just bring out the nine remaining candidates."

After saying that, Ann Sudong sat at the side with his eyes closed. It was obvious that he did not want to participate in the competition below and did not seek benefits for the Penglai Holy Land cultivators.

The remaining cultivators looked at each other, and most of them left automatically. This way, there were only a few dozen people left on the stage. The two people with similar strengths would fight with each other and choose the final ten people.

It was a good thing that Ann Sudong's match this time around. The cultivators of Penglai Holy Land and Kunlun Holy Land did not die, the casualties on the other fields were extremely heavy, and the people who died were all cultivators of Penglai Holy Land and Kunlun Holy Land. In a short while, the two Sacred Grounds' cultivators hated the cultivators of Shennong Holy Land to the extreme, and wished they could pull out their tendons and skin!

"In the future, if I meet any other cultivators with Shennong Holy Land outside, I won't let them off lightly!"

"They are no longer human. Each and every attack is meant to take your life. They don't even consider the consequences. As long as I can kill you, I definitely won't defeat you alone!"

"Humph!" They have some tricks up their sleeves when they attack together, so the next round will start with a one on one. Brothers, don't be too lenient, just attack as best as you can and kill this bunch of bastards! "

The two Sacred Ground's cultivators gathered together, looking at the Shennong cultivators in the distance; they were both facing the same enemy.

"Sect Master Murong, your Shennong Holy Land is too overbearing. This is completely a battle method to deal with the enemy. Look at how many people have died in our two Sacred Grounds. Most of the cultivators were killed without even making a move."

Jue Yazi sat in the seat up ahead, looking at the competition, his eyebrows knitted together, these were all cultivators of their Sacred Grounds, and died in such a muddled manner, with great resentment towards the Shennong and Sect Master.

The Sect Master of the Shennong Holy Land is called Murong Feng, his eyebrows are high and his eyes are deep, his entire person releasing a cold Qi, "That's because they are weaker than others, this is how we normally train them, if it was on the battlefield, those who survived would all be our cultivators of the Shennong Holy Land, you guys would all die miserably, this is just their skin, right now."

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