"Boy, stop hiding. I don't have time to spend time with you. Come out and die!"
The black face pressed towards the wall, holding the short knife tightly in his right hand, trying to use words to anger Russell and make him take the initiative to show up.
Suddenly, a cold palpitation hit him. Black Face subconsciously took two steps back, his eyes locked on the corner in front of him, holding his breath and concentrating, not daring to take a breath.
What's going on? What happened behind the wall? Is this aura...an illusion?
The black face's throat was dry, but he didn't even dare to swallow, for fear that he would die on the spot if he wasn't careful.
Just now, he suddenly noticed an extremely powerful sword force rising from behind the wall. The sword energy was vertical and horizontal. In a trance, there seemed to be an invisible sword energy rising straight into the sky.
No, it's not an illusion!
The black face glanced at the top of his head with his peripheral vision, and his eyelids suddenly twitched, and the clouds covering the moon were really cut open. The straight cuts made by the broken clouds are like a pair of big hands measuring with a ruler and then cutting with a paper knife.
The moonlight was like water, and it was like silver flowing out of the ground, spreading bit by bit on the ground in front of the black face, making his heart feel cold.
"Who is... pretending to be a ghost? Come out quickly!"
Cold sweat soaked his back instantly, and the black face secretly warned himself that behind the wall was a jerk who only knew a little bit about knife skills, but could not have such momentum. The strange phenomenon in the sky was just a scary trick.
That’s right, that’s it, it doesn’t scare me!
Snap! Snap!
The sound of imperceptible footsteps was like thunder in the ears of the black-faced man who was on full alert, and he hurriedly looked at it intently.
The figure stepped out of the shadows, and as the moonlight slowly spread, a white ancient costume was revealed from bottom to top. The man stood with his hands behind his back, holding a straight knife in his right hand. Although he could not see his true face, his dark face had already made up a personable image for him.
"You...who are you?"
"Ximen Chuixue!"
The black face's pupils shrank suddenly when he heard this, and his heart trembled with fright. He subconsciously chose to believe it, but three seconds later, his expression suddenly changed.
Suddenly green and white, colorful colors flashed one by one, and finally the whole face turned the color of pig liver. He stretched his neck and choked out three words: "You fart!"
"The madman is rude!"
Russell held a straight knife and walked out of the shadows into the moonlight. He was wrapped in silver and dressed in white clothes, feeling extremely good about himself.
Originally, he wanted to use High Tail Slash to deliver a fatal blow to Black Face, but the system informed him that it could not be used, and also said that it would be possible to use the fat man who escaped.
Russell sneered at this. It wasn't that he was discriminating against fat people. When that guy used the Fengshen Kick, the two pieces of fat on his chest flew up and down and made a crackling sound. What qualifications did he have to use the dreamy jumping chop?
Russell felt that he had been discriminated against, so he used Ximen Chuixue's character card in anger, and also covered his skin.
A sword coming from the west, falling flowers and blowing snow!
The sword god's smile can make the faces of immortals, Buddhas, ghosts and gods move!
This must cover the skin!
Looking at the white clothes on his body, Russell was inflated with self-esteem, but he still didn't show a smile on his face. He couldn't smile lightly because he was so beautiful in his prime, and he laughed out loud.
"Fart! You are not Ximen Chuixue, how could the Sword God be bald..."
"Noisy!"
Russell shouted low, deflecting the straight knife in his hand, reflecting a ray of moonlight.
The black-faced voice stopped abruptly, blood marks on his neck were revealed, a human head rolled to the ground, and his body was still standing straight on the spot.
"So strong, is this the Sword God..."
Russell closed his eyes and realized that what he was equipped with was Ximen Chuixue behind the Forbidden Peak, and his swordsmanship had entered the realm of swordlessness. Not to mention the straight sword he holds in his hand, even if it is empty, he is still a sword god that no one can surpass.
Because Ximen Chuixue’s sword and people have become one, as long as people are around, everything in the world will be a sword!
"Without further delay, I need to find someone to help me deepen my understanding of the realm of the Sword God." Russell raised his eyes and looked ahead. Ximen Chuixue's sword could only kill people, and he realized that his kendo could only be sacrificed with blood.
Under the moonlight, Russell's figure suddenly faded, and his movements were almost invisible. The surroundings were calm, and only the dark clouds in the sky were torn apart bit by bit.
…
In front of the warehouse, after being bombarded by a row of individual cloud bombs, the scene was in a mess.
Not only did most of the warehouse collapse, the surrounding houses were also devastated, filled with smoke, and groans could be heard from time to time.
The reincarnations, who were barely alive, breathed the thin air greedily, and were accidentally plotted by Fan Bo. Fortunately, there were people with wind abilities among them, otherwise they would have been wiped out tonight.
Fan Bo, who had caused the explosion, was now stiff and collapsed on the ground. His whole body was frozen by liquid nitrogen and turned into a popsicle.
"You bastard are quite capable, why can't you do it now?" A furious Samsara stepped heavily on Fan Bo's waist and kicked the ice cube in half.
"Okay, don't waste your energy, he's already dead." Among the reincarnators, the thin man covered his left eye, also filled with fear.
"Captain, he is a liquid metal robot. He will be able to recover when the temperature rises..."
"It's useless. He was hit by Tsukuyomi twice in one day. His mental power has collapsed and he is completely dead." The thin man is the owner of the Mangekyou Sharingan and the captain of one of the teams.
The captain of the other team, the wind ability user, has already assembled his team members.
The two groups of people were clearly differentiated and wary of each other, and the atmosphere suddenly solidified. The reason is very simple. The two parties are at odds with each other, and it is not easy for the cooperation agreement reached verbally to persist until now.
The thin man sneered coldly: "Fenglong, what are you doing? The enemy is about to fall out before the remnants of the enemy have been cleaned up?"
The wind ability user named Fenglong licked the corner of his mouth and said, "Don't worry about the remnants. I have already sent people to clean them up. It's almost time."
The thin man's face darkened when he heard this: "Fenglong, we agreed before that whoever contributes more will get more heads. You are being unethical!"
"I am doing this out of helplessness. Who gave you such a good reputation?"
"Hmph, each other!" The thin man showed the three magatama in his eyes, glanced around and no one dared to look at him, and said arrogantly: "Fenglong, is the decisive battle going to begin now?"
"Stop pretending. After using the kaleidoscope twice in one day, I don't believe you dare to open your eyes again!"
After Feng Long finished speaking, the skinny man's face became even more gloomy: "You can give it a try, my real trump card hasn't been revealed yet!"
"Who isn't?"
The two captains exchanged words, and the team members were also at war with each other, and the situation was on the verge of breaking out.
At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed. Everyone looked at it in confusion and saw neat cracks in the clouds, as if they had been cut by a sharp blade.
"who?"
The wind dragon and the thin man were the first to react and shouted sharply at the ruins of the warehouse.
Suddenly, a sudden figure appeared on the ruins, wearing white clothes and holding a straight sword. The coldness was overwhelming, and the sword energy was soaring to the sky.
"The sword is an ancient holy item, the most noble and noble, revered by both humans and gods!"
"The sword is the king of hundreds of weapons and the ancestor of short-range weapons!"
"Princes, princes, emperors, scribes, knights, merchants and common people throughout the dynasties all took pride in upholding it. However..."
"A sword is a murderous weapon!"
Russell stood with a sword in hand. Seeing the stunned people below, he once again praised Ximen Chuixue's character card. It was worthy of being a divine sword. He casually pulled out two classical Chinese sentences and pushed the character card up.
Feng Long's face was covered with black lines, he pointed at Russell and cursed: "You're crazy! Who are you?"
Russell raised his straight sword, lightly pressed the blade with his fingertips, and said coldly: "Sword God, Ximen Chuixue!"
"puff!"
One of the reincarnations couldn't hold it back and spurted it out, and the rest of the people couldn't help laughing, laughing with joy.
"Uncle, before you say you are a sword god, please look in the mirror first!"
"That's right, stop pretending to be a hero in the Mediterranean."
"MD, I can't do it anymore, I'm going to die laughing!"
Listening to everyone's complaints, Russell was a little dumbfounded. The breeze blew by, making his scalp feel cold, and he subconsciously looked at the straight knife.
It looked like everyone was in bad shape.
On the blade, which was as fast as a mirror, appeared the appearance of a swordsman in white. He was a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life on his face. This was not the key. The key was that Ximen Chuixue in the mirror wore a hairstyle that would make it difficult for anyone to support him.
It's true that the hair is long and flowing, but it's only black and straight on all sides, and what the hell is a bald spot in the middle?
Forget about being bald, and comb the long hair on both sides into the middle. When the wind blows, it will fly all over the sky, which is extremely eye-catching...
Russell: "..."
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