C1 Death or Death in a Duel(1)

In a corner of the Eastern Xuan Continent.

On the bed, there was a young man with his eyes closed. His eyelashes were filled with cold blood. His face was pale and his horns were clear. He was emitting a murderous aura.

There was a Huang jinjuren at the side of the youth's body. He had golden hair and a huge head.

Not too long after, the young man's fingers moved, and he began to mutter under his breath. He opened his eyes, and they were filled with a hint of hatred and coldness.

He felt a sense of danger because he did not know the person beside him.

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The young man stood up and slashed down with his blade, bringing with it a strong sense of hostility.

Huang jinjuren blocked it with both hands, and when the blade landed on Huang jinjuren's hands, two different auras immediately burst out, one was golden, and the other was evil.

Facing the teenager's instantaneous attack, Huang jinjuren was furious and wanted to retaliate.

However, after that palm strike, the youth fell onto the couch.

Huang jinjuren looked at the teenager's eyes with blazing golden radiance, as if he wanted to destroy the teenager.

"Give him two drops of golden liquid." A young girl appeared, her body surrounded by a faint layer of cold energy, forming a thin layer of ice. The words she spoke seemed to come from the depths of the cold ocean.

This girl had a mysterious background. He had twelve followers, and they had all been subdued by her since the day she came out.

"What!?" Give him the Golden Elixir? " Huang jinjuren saw that the girl was a little timid, but she still tried her best to explain. It was very surprised.

"I didn't see him wake up before sunset, and you know it." The cold air around the young girl became even denser, and it seemed as if there was ice around her.

Without waiting for Huang jinjuren's reply, she walked out the door.

The Golden Elixir was the holy liquid of the Huang jinjuren Clan. It was brewed from the body and was also a type of elixir. It was even more potent than elixirs, and was a type of treasure used to heal injuries.

As he gazed at the place where the girl had left, he felt both disgust and anger. However, he was unable to fake anything.

He took out a dagger and sliced his palm gently, leaving behind some liquid but not blood. It was dull and gave off a dense amount of spiritual energy.

The youth received nourishment, and his bones began to make noises. The other use of the golden liquid was that he could refine his body, especially when he was at the lowest level.

Golden light was radiating from his body, and he could feel his body burning as blood splatters appeared one after another. His consciousness told him that he could not miss this resource. Therefore, he tried to circulate the impurities in his body, and the sound of his bones cracking was extremely intense. As time passed, the golden splendor faded away and the youth slowly woke up.

"Thank you," Zhang said. At this time, the hostility in his body had disappeared, but his cold expression still appeared.

"No need to thank me, because I don't want to either." Huang jinjuren felt as if he had been slapped in the face.

"Since that's the case, then … now that's none of your business, you can leave." He walked around the edge of danger all year round, letting him know that there was no legend in the Eastern Xuan Continent that would not die. Here, all was replaced with death, and if he stayed without getting injured, he would be dead unless he killed his opponent in Victory Town. So he did not need to worry. At least for now, he would not die, so the time told him that if he wanted to control his life, he could only become stronger.

The Huang jinjuren originally wanted to vent his anger, but killing such a person would not be enough to quell the hatred in his heart.

However, when he saw the youth start to cultivate, he thought for a moment and still went out. However, his eyes revealed killing intent at the door. His intention was obvious.

Circulating again and again, his body felt exhausted. However, when he looked at his body, he still smiled lightly. His body's strength had increased, and his chances of survival had increased.

He did not sit there and continued to practice his battle skill in his mind. He did it over and over again because he was waiting, waiting for that person. From the looks of the Huang jinjuren, he did not seem to be the main character, but rather a follower.

Finally, the door creaked open. The light was too bright for him to see the woman's face, and he didn't know his appearance. However, he could feel the cold air emitting from her body. It was an aggressive style. What a powerful technique.

"I saved you. Follow me. When the time comes, I will let you know who destroyed your sect."

But I will not refuse, at least for now, but when I hear that you are going to be her follower, he decided to follow her. He has been looking for traces of brown silk, but his cultivation is too low, so everywhere is a trap for him, but he is proud, and he must work hard to find out who his exterminator is, and now that he knows and the other party looks very strong, he decided to follow her and cultivate for a while.

The young girl felt that there were too many attendants, so he felt that he had to cut them down.

"Tomorrow, you will duel. Those who lose, those who die, those who live, follow me." After stopping at the entrance, he spoke a few words and left without even turning back.

If he lost the duel tomorrow, he wouldn't be able to take revenge. If he couldn't die, he would kill his opponent and live on.

He clenched his fist and his body emitted a light. If he entered training, he hoped that he could raise his level and increase his chances of survival by a lot. Moreover, he didn't have the time to cultivate and had been running for his life.

He hadn't had the time to cultivate recently and had accumulated some gold liquid to refine his body every day. It seemed like today was the best time to cultivate the Hundred Veins Spirit Art.

The Hundred Veins Spirit Art was a refined cultivation battle qi technique. Its highest cultivation speed meant that it did not need to defend against the Heaven Flame's burning.

This was also the only battle qi cultivation technique Duan Tianya practiced. As for attacking battle qi cultivation technique, he usually focused on killing with a single strike, focusing on speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness.

For him, all external things were just burdens, only his own strength was the strongest, so he practiced the Hundred Veins Body Tempering Art and the Back Connecting Fist, while normally he only wielded the sword, bare-handed fist was his most powerful time, which could also catch his enemies off guard.

It seemed that there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world. If one obtained something, it meant that they were going to lose something, and that was life, and losing something was inevitable. There was only one kind of person who would not pay the price, and that was the victors.

He felt his strength filling his body, he felt his body swelling, muscles bulging, muscles as tough as steel, clanging, but pain soon began to pierce his flesh, his bones, and the turmoil he was feeling. He knew that this was a critical moment, and he also knew that this was a chance to survive.

The remaining golden liquid was once again absorbed. All the stored energy in his body was constantly being consumed, even to the point of him reaching the point of being empty. However, he did not feel any exhaustion and stopped.

Swirls continued to form in the surroundings. The surrounding Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth was being absorbed bit by bit as it rushed into his body. The blood clots on his body started to fall off bit by bit as his body started to tremble.

He closed his eyes, and the light that emanated out from them seemed as though it could see through the void.

There was no trace of pain on his resolute face. He knew that everything would happen in the next instant.

The swirl around his body spun so fast that it reached an astonishing level. If someone saw this, they would definitely think that the tower warriors were practicing some powerful attack technique.

A bunch of faint golden light appeared on his body. Today, when the two drops of golden liquid entered his mouth, he seemed to have grasped onto some power, and sprinted towards the barrier that had been bothering him for a long time. Unexpectedly, today, he was about to rush over.

He quietly waited for that moment to come. He kept checking his own body, and finally felt that it was about time.

As his body rose, the reserves in his body that had been depleted slowly shriveled up, constantly changing. The golden color seeped into the surface of his body, into his muscles, and then into his bones, cracking continuously. It was as if his body could no longer keep up.

Could he really not enter that level? He had rushed forward quite a few times, and when he thought about tomorrow's Large Competition, he knew that he was weaker than the opponent. If he didn't have a tough body to back him up, then the only thing close to him would be death.

No!

Under the situation where the amount of spiritual energy in the world was constantly decreasing, he roared furiously in his heart, venting out his indignation.

He opened his eyes and a strange look appeared in his eyes. The vortex that had stopped spinning earlier was spinning fast and his body was gradually recovering.

However, his willpower gradually sank and eventually fell. His body also recovered slowly. There was not even a trace of change. There was only an extra layer of blood that fell off.

He touched his body, and then felt his body, and his eyes began to flicker as if he was thinking about his body. In the end, he walked into the door that he had never stepped out of, and he opened the door, and looked at the world outside. What a beautiful world, it was just that there was an extra group of people, and they were all dead.

He went to the well and filled a few buckets of water. Then, he began to circulate his Qi to wash the blood on the surface of his body. Right now, his cultivation was still unable to condense the water in the air, so he had to borrow the strength of external objects or treasures.

His body was still red, but there was a hint of gold inside. Last night, after he fell, all his dashing stopped. His physical body was at the peak of body cultivation level 8, but his qi training level was still level 6.

If he had passed the barrier last night, then he would have been a tower warrior. Although he was a low level tower warrior, it also meant that he had a distance from the peak of a Body Cultivator. Unfortunately, he was only half a tower warrior.

He felt a bit of regret. Unfortunately, that was already the past. He was waiting for the day of the duel.