Defying the Martial Way to Burn the Heavens

"呲呲呲……"

In the gray mist, there were constant bursts of harsh sounds, like the sound of some kind of sharp blade as thin as a cicada's wings, cutting through the air quickly.

But just from the sound, it is not difficult to tell that it should not be the sound made by some kind of sharp blade cutting. After all, even the whip among long weapons is usually only one or two feet long. It is extremely rare for the wind-controlling dragon stick used by Zuo Feng to be more than three feet long.

But now in the gray mist, the terrifying sound like splitting the air has been transmitted for more than ten feet without any interruption. It was obviously the result of a single blow.

It's a pity that no one can see such a terrifying and strange attack with their own eyes. They can only rely on the sound to guess what is going on in the gray fog.

Before this weird cutting sound sounded, there were constant sounds of heavy breathing in the gray fog, and there should be quite a few sounds.

From their breathing sounds, it is not difficult to find that these people have a very difficult time persevering, and even the slightest carelessness may put their lives in danger.

But even so, they are still fighting hard and moving forward hard. But the strange thing is that the gray mist is also moving, and it is still moving in the same direction and speed as the people in the gray mist. , this can ensure that no one trapped in the gray fog can escape from it.

Originally in such an environment, the best way to escape was undoubtedly to spread out and escape. But among the people, no one broke out separately.

If this group of people who were trapped in the gray mist and were constantly being attacked were not fools, it was because they had something to hide.

Since they can appear on the third level of the iceberg, they have at least passed the elimination of the first and second levels. If the guys who survived here are said to be fools, it would be really hard to believe.

At a certain moment, a muffled hum that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly came from the gray fog. It sounded like someone making a muffled sound in pain, followed by a huge intake of breath.

That is, after this violent exhalation and inhalation, a violent coughing sound was immediately heard in the gray fog. The coughing sound was loud and seemed to be mixed with something spurting out, as if the lungs were broken and then spit out directly.

Of course, the coughing did not reach that terrifying level, but there was immediately the sound of the sharp blade cutting the skin, blood spurting out, and the subsequent roar of pain.

"Lao San, how are you?"

"Hold on! Third brother..."

"Don't give up, don't give up, we will rush out!"

In the gray mist, several concerned voices immediately shouted, showing great concern for the one who roared in pain before. But no one spoke again, and there was a cold drink immediately, interrupting the others.

"Shut up! Everyone, adjust your breathing. Before you go out, you must make sure to exhale every breath you take in, and don't take in any breath!"

The person who spoke was not only full of energy, but also gave people an air that could not be rejected. Obviously, his cultivation and status in this team are not low.

Although he spoke loudly, the painful roar was also rapidly expanding. However, the pain and despair in the voice made the atmosphere in the gray mist even more bizarre.

At this moment, a woman's delicate laughter suddenly came out from the edge of the gray fog, but the laughter seemed to be swaying close to the edge of the gray fog.

It not only makes it impossible to accurately grasp the specific location, but also gives people an elusive taste. As soon as the laughter sounded, there was immediately the sound of spiritual energy rolling, and the sound of metal cutting through the air.

The interior of the gray mist was like a large pot of boiling water, and irregular changes immediately occurred on the surface of the gray mist. However, the gray fog itself is very special. No matter how the surface rolls and changes, it is like cotton wool that is combined together without any sign of dissipation.

Not only did it not decrease or disappear at all, but as the surface rolled and turbulent, the scope of the gray fog continued to expand, and the color of the fog seemed to become more intense.

"Don't act carelessly. The other party is deliberately tempting you to attack. Stop... Stop it immediately!"

The leader was almost going crazy at this moment, roaring and roaring constantly, and what was easier to see was his anxiety and grief at this time.

Because when he issued the order, he realized that his order was too late after all. Not only did the people around him attack with all their strength, but they also attacked multiple times in succession.

The reason why he looked so distressed was because he could feel that the gray mist was a trap. After everyone falls into it, the more they struggle randomly, not only will their consumption increase, but their situation will become more dangerous.

Even the best team in his hands has faced countless life and death tests, but it is still in chaos at this moment. What made him feel most powerless was that even though he had tried his best to control the situation, he found that he had no way to control the situation.

Whenever I see a problem and want to stop it, I find that the terrible consequences have basically already occurred, and it's not even late to remedy it.

"Who are you? Our Jinyu Caravan has always had a very good reputation and has good relations with various empires and forces. Since there is no grudge, why do you have to embarrass us!"

Compared to the previous teaching of his subordinates, the voice and tone of the person in charge at this time became obviously painful, and even had a taste of begging.

"Hehe, so what if we have a very good reputation and have good relations with various empires. This is a game, a game that is truly based on killing. When you are in the game, of course you have to respect the painstaking efforts of the people who built this game."

A voice with a slightly ethereal taste came from the gray fog, and it can be heard that the laughter came from the mouth of this woman.

The moment this woman spoke, there was a roar in the gray fog, and it can be heard that strong men are launching fierce attacks one after another.

"Stop..."

The leader shouted loudly, but his order was obviously a little late, and the attacks of several warriors had already been launched.

The attack and roar, just sounded, immediately turned into painful roars and roars. But in less than two blinks of an eye, it had turned into a shrill scream.

"Stop..., stop it! Who are you... who are you?" The people trapped in the gray fog seemed to be completely ignited, roaring loudly with extreme anger.

In another silver bell-like laughter, the woman smiled and said: "The breeze plays with the hills, and the flowing clouds tease the sky!"

This plain sentence, in its free and easy manner, also showed a bit of a domineering posture. Maybe to others, this is just an ordinary poem, but to some people, it is completely different.

The gray fog fell into silence in an instant, and even the rhythmic panting sound inside suddenly disappeared at this moment.

"Liuyun Pavilion, you are from Liuyun Pavilion,... why? What is this for! With your identity and status, there is no need to attack us at all, you have no reason to target us at all!"

The leader of the team made a hoarse voice, and the whole person seemed to have been greatly shocked. But he still insisted on asking, wanting to solve the biggest confusion in his heart no matter what.

For this question, the woman did not give an immediate answer, but fell into a long silence. This silence gave people an extremely oppressive feeling, especially for those strong men of the Jinyu Chamber of Commerce who were trapped in the gray fog and suddenly knew what kind of strong enemy they were facing.

"Didn't I tell you just now, why are you not strong enough and your ears have problems? Then I will tell you again, this is a game, I just want to respect the game."

"Even if it is a game, there is no rule that you must kill people?"

"There is no rule, this game cannot kill people! And my understanding of the game, you guys don't understand it at all."

The woman took it for granted, and just as he finished speaking, a sound suddenly came from a nearby passage, as if it was a reminder signal.

"Huh"

Although only one sound was made, or it was just one syllable, it can be heard that the woman in the gray fog seemed to have finally shown some interest.

The next moment, a warrior rushed in from the passage at a very fast speed. Just looking at his body movements and speed, his cultivation had at least reached the level of the middle stage of Condensation.

This warrior wore a long robe of blue and green colors intertwined together, which perfectly blended with the environment of the surrounding Ice Crystal Hall.

When this warrior rushed in, less than half a breath passed, and warriors came quickly. If Zuo Feng was here, he would definitely recognize immediately that these warriors who came at this time were the strong men of Duotian Mountain.

The first to enter was a man in his thirties. A maple leaf-shaped red birthmark could be seen on his neck. This man was Huan Feng.

And in the team behind him, an old man with a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, and a face full of gloomy aura was Huan Xiao, the leader of Duotian Mountain entering the Arctic Icefield this time.

They seemed to have discovered something, so they accelerated over. Now that they came and saw the gray mist in front of them, they were stunned for a moment.

There was no surprise, nor fear. Instead, a hint of surprise could be seen in Huanfeng's eyes.

"Is that Senior Sister Xiaoyu in there? I am Huanfeng from Duotian Mountain. Do you still remember me?"

At this moment, Huanfeng no longer looked fierce and ruthless as before when he was about to kill all the other teams. Instead, he showed a polite look.

Then, the woman's voice was heard in the gray fog, but no joy or anger could be heard from her voice.

"Oh, it turns out to be Brother Feng. It's been a long time since we last met."