"ah--"
A piercing scream pierced the sky.
The storyteller covered his head tightly and lost control as he looked at the masked man's body that had been directly pierced.
"call out!"
At this moment, the ground suddenly shook.
The next second, four swords came back from the ground.
"Chi~"
There was another loud sound, and this time the masked man fell to the ground, and was even lifted up and carried high into the sky.
"ah--"
The storyteller's scream, which was about to stop, lost control again when he saw the masked man being hurt a second time.
Cenqiaofu bared his teeth and covered his ears, almost causing his eardrums to bleed from the two screams.
"what's the situation?"
There was no time to stop what was happening in front of him, but Cenjov also witnessed the whole process from one side.
This sudden black sword was completely uncontrollable. How could it penetrate the chest for the second time?
"what happened……"
"Keng——"
Haven't had time to think too much.
The masked man who had been carried into the sky by the four swords had fallen from a high altitude and was stared at the ground by the fierce sword.
The body slid down.
After being injured three times, the masked man was finally awakened from his coma.
"puff!"
A large mouthful of blood was spurted out first.
Immediately, confusion finally emerged in the masked man's cloudy eyes. He saw the dark shadow that hurt him, "Are there four swords?"
Cenqiaofu was shocked when he heard this.
There are four swords?
This black sword has four swords?
With a swipe, he pounced forward.
But there are others faster than him.
The storyteller took a step forward and swooped in front of the masked man. He stretched out his hands, as if he wanted to help but did not dare to help.
"elder brother!"
"Brother, how are you? Do you feel any pain..."
"Nonsense." The masked man was so angry that he closed his lips a few times, and finally turned into a twitching sentence, "First, help me pull out the sword first."
"Can't help!"
The storyteller stretched his hands forward one after another, squatted down and stood up again, "These are four swords, and they can't bear the evil spirit of them!"
"you……"
The masked man gasped in pain, feeling the boundless demonic power being crazily injected into his body, seemingly trying to crush his frail body.
"If you don't hurry up, I'm really going to die!"
"People, people..."
The storyteller hesitantly stretched out his hand and was about to take it.
"You're stupid!"
Cen Qiaofu instantly hit his hand back, "Forgot the power of space? Are there four swords that you can easily touch?"
"Oh."
The storyteller finally regained his composure from the panic.
Cenjov could no longer stand it.
"Get out of the way, old man!"
He pushed the storyteller away and threw back the small ax in his hand.
Then, under the horrified gaze of the masked man, he slashed horizontally.
"Keng——"
How can the Four Swords withstand such strength?
Think of it as being kicked away directly!
However, when the sword was fired horizontally, it did not break away from the masked man's body. Instead, it led the man to circle wildly in the sky for dozens of weeks before being nailed into the ground with a clang again. middle.
"I……"
The bulging eyes of the masked man could not be retracted at all, and he only had time to utter a word before he was knocked unconscious again.
"ah--"
The storyteller's roar filled the sky for the third time.
He jumped up like crazy and accused: "Old man, what a good thing you did!"
Cen Qiaofu was completely stunned.
This result of being whipped away with both the person and the sword was something he never expected.
Shouldn't it be that when the ax goes down, four swords will be bounced away?
Why, it still has suction power and can suck people away?
"Brother, brother!"
The storyteller ran to the masked man again and squatted down in front of him, tears welling up in his eyes.
"You can't die, brother..."
He finally remembered the Yin Yang Life and Death Book, opened it, and gave an order to make the four swords leave this space.
But……
"Buzz!"
Four swords seemed to feel an external force interfering with them, and they trembled crazily.
The high-frequency amplitude, almost every second, can cause the masked man who has fainted to twitch violently until he wakes up and faints again.
"how so?"
The storyteller was dumbfounded and immediately stopped the power of space.
"Can't pull it out?"
Cenqiaofu was also frightened.
Do these four swords have a grudge against the leader? They are stuck in his body and cannot come out?
Or……
Seeing the masked man's entire face gradually darken, Cenjov realized something was wrong.
He knew how terrifying the sword intent of the leader was.
There are four swords here that are so fierce and evil. It is impossible to say that they are frantically absorbing nutrients at this moment.
And with the frail body of the leader, can he withstand it?
"Get out of the way, old man!"
Cenjou pushed the storyteller away again and stepped forward to draw his sword.
The storyteller quit: "Old man, if you want to murder my brother, just say so. I won't let you do it today!"
"Can you pull it out?" Cenchofu immediately became angry.
"You can't pull it out..."
The storyteller was stunned and retorted: "You can?"
"Step aside!"
Cenqiaofu didn't have time to talk to this perverted man.
This guy just cares about chaos.
If the delay continues, if the leader is not killed by the black sword, he will be driven crazy by the power of the evil demon.
With a move of his hand, the storyteller was banished on the spot, and Cenjov immediately passed him and came to the front of the masked man.
After thinking for a while, he held it with one hand.
"Old man!"
The storyteller shattered the space in the blink of an eye, and it was already too late to stop it.
He could only watch helplessly as Cenchofu actually held the black sword with his body.
"Buzz!"
Four swords shook violently again.
The black evil force divided into two groups and poured into Cenchofu's body.
"Crazy, crazy..."
The storyteller immediately realized that the power of this evil demon was anything but ordinary.
In the ancient book space, even if Xu Xiaoshou transformed into the second son of the Saint Slave, the level of sword intent he displayed was estimated to be less than one ten thousandth of what it was at this moment!
"Why did you go crazy all of a sudden?"
The storyteller was about to collapse. He covered his head with his hands and opened his mouth.
"Shut up!"
Cenqiaofu immediately shouted.
He didn't take the time to draw the sword, but had to pay extra attention to the storyteller's cry.
"Open it, old man..."
Gritting his teeth, even though his right arm was completely soaked in black, Cenjov still did not give up and pulled the sword hilt upwards with all his strength.
"Chi~"
The sword leaves the ground.
But what was disappointing was that the masked man was still hunched over and was lifted up.
"this……"
Cenjov was dumbfounded.
How to do this?
He directly stepped forward and pressed it against the leader's chest.
"offend!"
"Bang!"
There was an explosion in the void, and the masked man's chest was kicked to pieces.
But the opposing forces finally caused Cenchofu to draw out four swords.
"ah--"
The storyteller couldn't hold it in any longer.
He looked at his brother's chest that had been kicked to pieces with tearful eyes, unable to stop the murderous intention from the soul level.
"Old man, I'll kill you!"
"What are you going to do?" Cenqiaofu held the sword tightly and pointed the tip of the sword at the storyteller, "If you mess around again, I will chop you down first, do you believe it?"
"Ahhh!"
"Don't scream!"
"ah--"
"puff!"
"Ah - eh? Brother, brother, have you thought about it?"
The masked man finally woke up from the pain again.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he subconsciously covered his chest with his hands.
But I covered my loneliness.
"No, no more?"
The masked man looked down and froze on the spot.
Even if four swords pierced the chest just now, the wounds were not as big as this!
The next second, he suddenly started to gasp.
"hiss."
The severe pain that came from his chest almost caused him to die on the spot.
"What's going on?" Cenjov had no intention of explaining. He held up the four swords that were trembling constantly, as if he wanted to return to the first one to absorb nutrients, and asked aloud.
"What's going on, you still dare to ask?"
The storyteller roared, turned his head and reported bitterly to the masked man: "That's him. The injury on your chest was kicked out by this old man. I saw it with my own eyes."
"alright!"
The masked man waved his hands with difficulty, as if he didn't intend to pursue the matter at all.
Under the intertwining combination of swords in the broken chest, he regained his mobility within a moment, supported the ground, and tried his best to stand up.
"what happened?"
"Where did you bring this sword?"
Turning his head towards the storyteller, the masked man asked and put his fingers together in a familiar manner.
"Tick-tock-tock..."
The evil power, as dark as ink, turned into droplets of black blood and was discharged from the sword finger.
"People don't know!"
The storyteller was confused, "I didn't get this sword at all, it came with it on its own."
"Follow yourself?"
The masked man was stunned, "You didn't take it, and you're not an ancient sword cultivator. Why did it come with you?"
"People..."
The storyteller was asked.
yes!
How could the Four Swords follow me here? It's not...
"Who held the sword before?" The masked man narrowed his eyes.
"Wen Ming!"
The storyteller's pupils dilated, as if he had thought of something.
"It was Wen Ming who held the sword, and he was also responsible for the explosion. He wanted to blow up the White Cave and escape."
"Yes, he controls this sword."
"He's here?"
At this point in the question, the storyteller was stuck with his own speculation.
What a joke!
Just like Wen Ming, who is such a coward and doesn't grasp the opportunity to escape from his control, but still follows him?
What are you doing here?
Come here to confront the three Saint Slaves?
Does he have the guts? !
"Wen Ming..."
The masked man heard an unexpected name and confirmed: "Who knows?"
"Who else is Wenming? It's the one you mentioned!" The storyteller's voice was much louder.
The masked man raised his brows: "Have you found him?"
"Um."
The storyteller nodded, "Not only did he find him, he also fought with him. You didn't know that he was in the ancient book space before..."
"Hey, let me tell you!"
Suddenly there was a weak voice from one side.
The two of them looked sideways and saw that Cenchofu's entire face was completely dark.
That slumped look seemed like he was going to be extremely calm and enter a violent state in the next second.
"I said you two, have you forgotten something?" Cenjov gasped.
The masked man looked at the black sword that was still trembling in his hand, and immediately smiled apologetically and said: "Sorry, sorry, I forgot about it, let it go."
"open?"
Even though he was about to be overwhelmed by the power of the evil spirit, Cenchofu still felt ridiculous about this proposal.
Once this sword is released, it will not pierce your chest again?
Do you still want to live?
The storyteller turned sideways and immediately blocked the masked man.
"It's out of the way."
The masked man stretched out his hand to push the storyteller away and said seriously: "Just let go."
"Are you sure?" Cenqiaofu felt like he couldn't bear it any longer.
The power that this broken sword injected into the body seemed to be endless.
If he held on any longer, he felt like he was going to damage his foundation.
I really don’t know how those ancient sword cultivators control this peerless and vicious sword?
"Um."
The masked man nodded expressionlessly, and Cenjou immediately stopped insisting and let go of the black sword.
"Keng——"
There was a clanging sound from the four swords, and they switched directly from the state of hanging straight on the ground to the posture of attacking across the air.
The tip of the sword was immediately aimed at the masked man and stabbed suddenly.
"Stop it!"
The masked man didn't even flinch, and immediately shouted.
The next second, a scene that shocked everyone appeared.
Four of the swords actually paused with a hum just before they were about to pierce the masked man's chest. They seemed to be tightened by the power of heaven and could not move.
Cenqiaofu's pupils shrank.
He is Zhan Dao.
How could you not hear that the leader's voice was actually just a simple command, without even using half of the power of the laws of heaven?
That's it……
The fierce sword has stopped?
The storyteller also had surprise in his eyes, and his eyes swept back and forth between the masked man and Yousi Jian.
A question arose in both of their minds.
Once again, the storyteller and Cenchofu looked at each other and unanimously chose to remain silent.
"Buzz!"
Four swords stopped their forward momentum and then shook, and the black evil power burst out.
"enough."
The masked man's tone softened, but when he looked at the black sword in front of him, he remained unmoved.
"Buzz!"
Four swords trembled again.
The power of the evil demon is so overwhelming that it is about to darken this world.
The masked man clenched his fists, as if about to reach out.
For a long time, he took a deep breath and slowly shook his head.
Four swords suddenly became silent.
The next second, its sword body shook slightly.
"Rumble--"
In an instant, swords were coming from all directions.
In a radius of dozens of miles, infinite black sword energy suddenly exploded, directly tearing the entire space into a black hole.
"Fuck!"
Cenqiaofu was startled and subconsciously took a few steps back.
The storyteller stepped forward and saw that even amid such explosions, the land beneath the masked man's feet was still intact.
He rolled his eyes and chose to retreat.
The two bystanders looked at each other again and looked away at the speed of light.
The masked man closed his eyes deeply.
When he opened it again, his eyes had returned to calm.
He ignored the black sword in front of him and turned his gaze to the storyteller, "You said before that the new sword holder of this black sword is Wen Ming?"
"Uh-huh."
The storyteller nodded like a fool, but then shook his head: "No, no, he's not the sword holder, he just got the preliminary approval from You Si Jian, so he can borrow some power."
He glanced around with lingering fear.
"It's not that scary..."
If you really knew how terrifying this black sword was, the storyteller who killed him would never have given Xiao Wenming a chance to fight before.
If this kind of attack had exploded at that time...
Even if he can't be killed by the explosion, he will still be killed by this nasty evil sword energy!
"Where are the people?"
The masked man ignored the four swords that were trembling wildly again, took a step across, and came to the storyteller.
"The swords have arrived, you said Wen Ming, where are the people?"
