"Black Coffin Apostle!"
Looking at the three black figures that broke into the island, Han Baodiao's expression suddenly turned ugly.
Although he didn't recognize any of the three people, he could still easily recognize the identity of the criminal through his familiar uniform.
After all, he also participated in the siege against Zi Zaitian, and once fought side by side with the two masters of Envy and Fury.
"Black coffin?"
When Lu Qingyan heard this, a look of disbelief suddenly appeared on her delicate face, "Are they crazy? They dare to break into our sword pavilion?"
"I'm afraid I'm not crazy, but I found out in advance that the old man and senior brother are not on the island."
After all, Han Baodiao has more experience. With a roll of his eyes, he quickly figured out the key, "Otherwise, even if I give them ten thousand courages, how can they dare to show off in front of my sword pavilion?"
"Even if the master and two senior brothers are not here."
Lu Qingyan couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, her beautiful eyes flashed with anger, she pulled out her sword with a loud noise, and said angrily, "Are we just easy to bully?"
"Junior sister, most of the black coffin apostles are not very powerful."
Han Baodiao stared at the leader of the three opponents, his face more solemn than ever before, "But there is only one person who can be compared with the senior brother. If I am not wrong, it should be him."
Lu Qingyan's expression froze, and her face instantly turned pale.
Of course she doesn't know that her senior brother ranks second in the general review, but the third one right behind him is the famous Black Coffin God General, the Arrogant Apostle.
She hadn't reacted before, but now that Han Baodiao mentioned it and felt the terrifying aura on the other party, she suddenly realized that this man in black with an unruly face was probably the one who was practicing throughout the whole practice. The world has a famous and arrogant apostle.
"You are very smart."
After being exposed by Han Baodiao, the Arrogant Apostle smiled coldly and said, "But even if you recognize me, it still won't change your destiny."
"I really don't understand."
Han Baodiao slowly drew out his blunt sword. Faced with a terrifying existence that was as powerful as Tuoba God Killer, his face showed no sign of cowardice. Instead, he showed an eagerness to try, "What good will attacking the sword pavilion do to you? Even if you kill him, The two of us will only make the old man unhappy. Believe me, no one in the world can withstand the thunderous wrath of the master of the 'Sword Pavilion'."
"How can a little sword cultivator like you understand the real peak game?"
The arrogant apostle sneered at his threat, waved his right hand lightly, and gave an order to the other two apostles behind him, "Do it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, three figures started to move together.
Surprisingly, the fat man in black standing on the right side of the three people actually jumped up and flew towards the top of the seven-story pavilion.
And at the top of the pavilion, a sword as black as ink and with a simple shape was hanging vertically in the air, slowly rotating in a clockwise direction, exuding a breathtaking and terrifying aura at all times.
"No, their target is the Eternal Sword!"
Seeing the fat man's movement, Han Baodiao's expression changed, and he shouted loudly. Just as he was about to rush to catch up, he felt that the burly figure of the arrogant apostle appeared in front of his eyes.
"'Blunt Sword' Han Baodiao has such a great reputation."
The arrogant apostle sneered and said, "Let me weigh it and see if your ninth ranking is worth it!"
After saying that, he suddenly raised his right arm and struck out with a shocking and terrifying punch. With an unparalleled domineering attitude, he slammed back Han Baodiao who was about to make a move.
"Come on, come on, little beauty!"
Seeing that Han Baodiao was being restrained, Lu Qingyan on the side wanted to catch up with the fat man, but suddenly she heard an evil voice coming from her ear, "Let's get close to each other!"
What caught his eye was a pale and evil face. He was none other than the Apostle of Lust, one of the seven apostles of the Black Coffin.
It's just that although the Apostle of Lust's words are frivolous, his eyes are filled with ferocious light. He doesn't seem to have much lust for such a charming beauty like Lu Qingyan. Instead, he is full of murderous intent, which is completely different from his rumored behavior. Don't tell the horse's mouth.
"Step aside!"
At the critical moment, she didn't think too much. She raised her hand and struck the opponent's head with a sword, with a squeak in her mouth.
"Yo yo yo, the little beauty has a really bad temper!"
The apostle of lust screamed in a shrill voice, and yelled angrily, then his eyes turned cold, and he reached forward with his right hand and grabbed the air, "The wind and moon are boundless!"
Countless black mist spewed out from his body, instantly covering a radius of several miles.
There seemed to be some mysterious power in this black mist. With just a slight touch, Lu Qingyan felt her cheeks turn slightly red and her heart beat inexplicably. She felt like she was sixteen years old again and transformed into a Huaichun girl. illusion.
"He is indeed a pervert!"
Fortunately, although she is a daughter, she has already become one of the top sword cultivators in the world, and her will is naturally far beyond the reach of others. After a short moment of loss, she soon realized that what the other party was using was a way to control other people's emotions. He couldn't help but widen his eyes, raise his eyebrows, and vibrate the sword in his hand, shouting sweetly, "The second form of Daotian, harmonize with light and dust!"
Countless sword energy particles centered on her and expanded crazily in all directions. Each particle was as fine as dust. They soon completely chopped up the black mist released by the lust apostle and swallowed it up in an instant.
The "Feng Yue Boundless", regarded by the Lust Apostle as the ultimate trick, was actually cut clean by Lu Qingyan with a sword.
The level of gods, the Nine Swords of Daotian, are so domineering and unreasonable!
"Smelly bitch!"
Seeing that the big move was broken, the smile on the lust apostle's face disappeared immediately, and he shouted angrily, "Take another move from me, and Feng Yue will be blind!"
Balls of black smoke spurted out from his body, and soon turned into winding and twisted black tentacles, shooting fiercely at Lu Qingyan from all directions.
Just as the four great gods were catching each other and fighting each other, the fat man in black had already taken the opportunity to rush to the fifth floor of the attic, and the distance between him and the sword on the roof was getting closer and closer.
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
White figures jumped out from the attic one after another. Each one was holding a sharp sword and their momentum was like a rainbow. They shot towards the fat man in black with lightning speed.
These men in white are called sword attendants.
Sword Attendants refer to those sword cultivators who live in the "Sword Pavilion" but are not recognized by Tie Wudi because of their talents and cannot be accepted as his direct disciples.
But if you want to underestimate these people because of this, it would be a big mistake.
It should be noted that being allowed to live in the "Sword Pavilion" already shows that his swordsmanship is extraordinary. If he were left to the outside world, he might be trained as a top genius by other forces.
And they have been practicing swordsmanship in an environment like the Blood Sea Sword Domain all year round. Even if they don't get Tie Wudi's personal guidance, they just hear it through their ears and eyes, how can their strength be any worse?
Take these swordsmen who are trying to stop the fat man in black as an example. Each of them has the cultivation of a saint, and the sword intent released by them is even more sharp and breathtaking.
"Hiss~"
Faced with the siege of so many saint sword cultivators, the fat man in black did not panic at all. Instead, he opened his mouth suddenly and sucked in hard. The soul power formed a huge black hole in front of him. The darkness was so deep that it seemed to be able to swallow everything.
Then……
There's no after that.
The moment the fat man in black closed his mouth, the menacing swordsmen in white disappeared all together, and they were no longer visible, as if they had been swallowed by him. The scene suddenly became extremely strange.
"He is the Apostle of Gluttony!"
While Han Baodiao struggled to resist the arrogant apostle, he was still watching the six directions. Seeing this situation, he suddenly felt something in his heart and blurted out, "I see, no wonder you arranged for him to snatch the Eternal Life Sword. What a good plan!"
"So what if you know?"
The Arrogant Apostle sneered and said, "You can't do anything but die in my hands!"
Before he finished speaking, he struck out with another powerful punch, which left Han Baodiao in a state of panic and he could barely protect himself, let alone free his hands to chase after the Gluttony Apostle.
And the Gluttony Apostle, who had "eaten" several swordsmen in one bite, finally successfully climbed to the top of the attic, only a few feet away from the Sword of Eternal Life suspended in the sky.
"Is this the Chaos Artifact?"
After staring at the dark sword with a simple shape for a moment, he couldn't see any mystery. The fat man finally lost his patience and took big steps. He came down to the Eternal Life Sword in twos and threes, shook his head and said, "It looks so ordinary. It’s really disappointing.”
Judging from his tone, this sword that has always been hanging at the top of the "Sword Pavilion" without anyone paying attention is actually an artifact of chaos!
After making a complaint, he suddenly opened his mouth, intending to repeat the same trick and inhale hard.
"Monster stop it!"
At this moment, a sharp shout suddenly came from behind, "How can we allow you to be so presumptuous in the important place of 'Sword Pavilion'?"
The Gluttony Apostle suddenly turned around, and what appeared in his sight was a young man in his twenties.
The man's appearance was quite delicate, and he held a shining sword in his hand. His right arm was shaking slightly, and he was obviously in an extremely nervous mood. Only his pupils were bright, showing an extremely firm determination. light.
"Ling, Ling Zun?"
Feeling the aura on the young man's body, the Gluttony Apostle couldn't help but blurt out, "So weak?"
