Although Yue Ning Bing Zhi is precious, cultivators at that level will never risk their lives to get it.

As for the seventh level of Yanglun Realm, Kong Ju heard from Feng An that it was already the late stage of Yanglun Realm and he could not even think highly of the reward of Yue Ning Bingzhi from the Frost Moon Altar.

Therefore, there should be no cultivators at the seventh level of Yanglun in the Frost Moon Altar.

But now standing on the snow, Kong Ju looked into the distance at the direction where the sword energy had just disappeared. He could truly sense that the aura in that blood-colored sword light was definitely more than just the sixth level of Yanglun.

After all, he had fought with people in the sixth realm of Yanglun.

The power of the sword light at this moment is far beyond the sixth level of Yanglun.

"It is definitely the seventh level of Yanglun. It can only be higher, not lower!" He judged with certainty.

The sudden appearance of the Seven Realms of Yanglun made Kong Ju feel inexplicably uneasy.

Especially the sword light was so strange that just looking at it made him feel irritated.

"Go and take a look?" Kong Ju looked at the place where the sword energy dissipated, with hesitation on his face.

He now has two choices: either retreat today and look for an opportunity tomorrow.

Or go and see what's going on over there now.

"A person who is at the seventh level of Yanglun suddenly appears. We must find out why he is here. The appearance of a master of this level is enough to stir up the entire Frost Moon Altar."

"If you have bad intentions, you have to make plans early."

Kong Ju was thinking so, and took another step forward, this time more cautiously.

He was walking almost close to the dark edge of the canyon.

Breathing was kept to a minimum.

After about ten breaths, he finally reached the edge of the battle.

The fluctuations of spiritual energy from the battle created a vacuum zone in the snow in that area, revealing bare ground.

Kong Ju lay at the very edge of the area, crawling on all fours, and finally stopped behind a rock wall, with only one eye exposed, looking at the area.

He saw three people.

A man had fallen in a pool of blood, his life or death unknown.

The other person seemed to be a companion of the guy whose life or death was unknown.

His condition was not optimistic either. His body was covered in blood and he was half-kneeling on the ground.

He also had a sword pressed against his chest.

Although it was dark now, the surrounding snow could reflect the little moonlight, allowing Kong Ju to barely see the face of the kneeling person.

"Zheng Gang!" Kong Ju's expression was slightly moved, and he called out his name in his heart.

There was no way he could have predicted it.

The one who would fight against Yang Lun Qijing would be the leader of Cangwu Sect this time, Zheng Gang, who has the highest cultivation level among the twelve people.

He also didn't think that Zheng Gang had the courage to provoke a master at the seventh level of Yanglun.

There must be a reason for this.

While he was thinking about thousands of things.

The man who knocked Zheng Gang down and killed his companions spoke.

His voice was not loud, but in the quiet environment, it reached Kong Qi's ears clearly.

"Are you from the Cangwu sect? How many people have come from your sect?" The man's voice was indifferent, as if he had no emotions.

But his back was facing away from Kong Ju, so his appearance could not be seen clearly. All that could be seen was that he was wearing a blood-stained shirt and had long hair draped over his shoulders, combed neatly.

"Han Dong, you are the 82nd on the wanted list of the Cangwu Sect's Law Enforcement Hall." Zheng Gang did not answer his question, but shouted fiercely: "I don't know how many people in our sect are eyeing your head! How dare you come to the Frost Moon Altar!"

“Alas!” The man called Han Dong sighed and responded slowly, “It’s obviously me who’s asking you again.”

When the voice fell, Kong Ju's eyes narrowed slightly. He saw Han Dong's sword slowly piercing into Zheng Gang's chest.

Zheng Gang's expression suddenly became ferocious, with veins bulging on his face, as if he was enduring unspeakable pain.

Finally, the pain exceeded his limit of endurance, and he couldn't help but let out a shrill wail.

“Kill me!”

Han Dong leaned over and looked at Zheng Gang, like an adult comforting a child who had made a mistake: "Want to die? Then you have to answer my question!"

"Ten... eleven! Aaaaahhh!"

Zheng Gang's facial features were distorted in pain, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyeballs were almost popping out of their sockets.

Finally, Han Dong raised his sword.

Starting from Zheng Gang's chest, the sword mark split his entire head, blood splattered on the spot, and his screams stopped abruptly.

A sixth-level Yanglun expert was killed quickly and neatly by Han Dong without any delay.

To be honest, he regretted joining in the fun. He didn't even dare to guarantee that he would not be discovered by Han Dong when he retreated.

These are the criminals on the wanted list of the Law Enforcement Hall. Every one of them has a blood debt on his body, and none of them is easy to deal with.

Suddenly, the situation on the field changed.

Kong Jue's eyes blurred.

I saw a brilliant light rising into the sky from the dead body of Zheng Gang.

The gold and silver colors illuminated the entire canyon as bright as day.

The light penetrated the clouds and climbed all the way up to the clear sky where even the dark clouds could not reach, and finally exploded with a loud bang.

Bang!

A golden and silver firework blooms like a lotus.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

"The Cangwu Sect's communication fireworks!" Han Dong looked up at the exploding firework with a calm expression.

"It seems we need to speed up."

"Eleven people from the Cangwu Sect, thirteen people from the Cuijin Sect, and ten people from the Mosheng Sect..."

As he spoke, Han Dong coldly sheathed his sword.

His sight shifted to Han Dong's feet. The bodies of Zheng Gang, who he had killed, and his short and thin companion turned into mummies at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Dozens of feet away from Han Dong.

Kong Ju ran away as fast as he could, just as the fireworks burst in the hands of Zheng Gang's corpse.

He took advantage of the sound and light of the communication fireworks to quickly escape.

At the same time, he secretly felt fortunate that if the fireworks had not been launched into the sky, he would have definitely been noticed by that guy named Han Dong.

From Zheng Gang’s performance, we can see how terrifying this man named Han Dong is.

"He's the person on the wanted list of the Law Enforcement Hall! He's ranked 82nd. He's so vicious at 82nd. What kind of people must be in the top ten!"

While running, Kong Ju recalled the information he had just overheard in his mind.

Cold sweat kept flowing down his forehead.

Han Dong obviously came with bad intentions, and he even specifically asked how many people from the Cangwu Sect had come to the Frost Moon Altar.

Are they going to kill them all? Kong Ju no longer cared about chance or not.

He just wanted to get back to the cave immediately, call Zhou Tingyu and Feng An, and slip away quickly.

He had a premonition that the Frost Moon Altar would be flooded with blood tonight.

In the dark night, Kong Ju quickly approached the cave where they usually hid.

There was light from a fire in the cave.

With the help of the light from the campfire, Kong Ju saw Zhou Tingyu and Feng An from afar, standing at the entrance of the cave.

They must have heard the sound of the communication fireworks, so they came out to check the situation and looked around at the cave entrance.

At the same time he saw the two people, they also happened to see Kong Jue's figure fleeing in a panic.

Feng An only heard the sound of fireworks. When he came out, the fireworks had dispersed. So he turned to Kong Ju who was walking towards him and asked, "Junior Brother Kong, what happened over there? Why are you so embarrassed?"

Although he was questioning, there was still a lingering fear on Kong Ju's face, and Feng An's old face also showed a little uneasiness.

He knew how powerful Kong Ju was, and he didn't know what could have moved him so much.

Zhou Tingyu didn't have as many thoughts as Feng An.

He didn't feel the solemn atmosphere, and just stretched his neck curiously and asked, "Is there a fight over there? We just heard a loud noise."

"Huh!" Kong Ju let out a breath and described everything he had seen in the most concise words possible.

"Zheng Gang is dead. The one who killed him was Han Dong."

"The noise just now was our sect's communication fireworks. We have to leave here quickly."

These two simple sentences made Feng An and Zhou Tingyu's faces change drastically.

"Senior Brother Zheng Gang is dead?" Zhou Tingyu was obviously more concerned about the life and death of their team leader this time.

As for Han Dong's name, she probably had never heard of it.

On the contrary, Feng An was frightened by the word "Han Dong". Kong Ju could see that his hunched body trembled twice. His old face, which had regained some redness due to taking a lot of blood-replenishing drugs, turned pale immediately.

This old fellow had dared to risk his life in a fight with Jiang Xingtian, but now just the name of Han Dong was enough to scare him so much that he didn't even have the courage to resist.

(End of this chapter)