In the darkness, black shadows emerged one after another, some were tall, some were short, some were fat, some were skinny, and some of them did not even resemble human shapes.
"Woo~"
These shadows were surrounded by thick smoke and steaming rage. No eyes, ears, mouth or nose could be seen, but strange sounds were emitted through unknown organs, which severely stimulated Zhong Wen's brain and nerves, causing his heart to beat too fast and making him feel nauseated.
Want to vomit.
This feeling comes from the instinct of the soul and is not controlled by reason at all.
"Woo~"
As the black shadow continued to approach, the strange screams became louder and louder. Zhijiao Zhongwen was upset, his spine went cold, and he almost lost control of his emotions.
No matter how he retreated or dodged, he could never close the distance between him and the black shadow.
At a close distance, a mouth suddenly appeared on the head of the black shadows without facial features.
The grin was so wide that it almost filled the entire face.
There were no teeth or tongue in the mouth, only a vast expanse of white, which together with the dark face formed an extremely strange picture.
Looking at the ferocious smiling faces in front of him, Zhong Wen felt a chill springing up from the depths of his soul, spreading crazily and quickly spreading throughout his body. Goosebumps appeared on the surface of his skin, and his whole body began to tremble unconsciously.
This is……
fear?
Now, do I feel afraid?
Noticing his own mood swings, Zhong Wen couldn't help but be surprised.
He hasn't experienced this kind of pure fear for a long time since his cultivation.
Illusion?
No, that's not right!
It's not just a simple illusion!
My soul is weakening and my life force is passing away!
Zhong Wen was running his consciousness like crazy and soon noticed something strange about himself.
"Woo~"
Just as his thoughts were changing, more and more black shadows were born in the darkness, approaching from all directions, and their piercing screams made him insane and gave him a splitting headache.
Suddenly, a black figure burst out, rushed over like lightning, and hit Zhong Wen's left shoulder hard.
He wanted to dodge, but was surprised to find that his movements were extremely slow. Compared with the black shadow, he was like a turtle crawling.
The moment he was touched by the black shadow, his shoulders suddenly turned as gray as stone. After a chill, he completely lost consciousness.
"Woo~"
Another black shadow hit Zhong Wen's knees with lightning speed, causing his left leg to weaken and stagger, almost unable to hold on, and he fell to his knees.
When I looked down, I saw that my knees had also turned a strange gray color. I felt a biting chill at first, and then I completely lost consciousness.
The area from the left knee down seems to no longer exist!
The terrifying black shadow seems to be able to not only damage the physical body, but also freeze, destroy and completely obliterate the soul in the corresponding part.
If you continue like this, you will die!
Looking at the third, fourth, and fifth black shadows flying toward him, Zhong Wen suddenly had this thought in his mind.
The mystery contained in the sword of the Master of Swords actually seems to penetrate the barriers between body and soul, transcending the boundaries between reality and illusion, and building a bridge of cause and effect between existence and destruction.
Intuition told Zhong Wen that if he was overwhelmed by these black shadows, even if his body could be saved by the life force of Yin Ning'er and the sacred tree, his soul would be completely annihilated and cease to exist.
Unexpectedly, besides the Lord of Chaos and Yuan Wuji, there are such perverted existences in the world?
Will we still underestimate this world of chaos after all?
In terms of swordsmanship, I have already lost this battle.
Unfortunately, I am not a swordsman.
Zhong Wen suddenly sighed and slowly closed his eyes.
"Woo~"
Almost at the same time, thousands of black shadows swarmed up, swallowing him up completely with the force of a mountain roar and a tsunami. Only weird screams echoed in the darkness and lingered for a long time.
…
Is it over?
Seeing that Yuchi Chungou stopped attacking after slashing out the gray sword energy, Mr. Hao couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at Li Yiru's worried and pretty face with his peripheral vision, and his mood suddenly became complicated.
Under this illusion of the sword master, no one can escape intact.
In this regard, Mr. Hao has absolute confidence.
Therefore, in his opinion, the "him" mentioned by Li Yiru must have perished and ceased to exist.
As a result, Miss Yiru is afraid that she will hate Yuchi to death.
It's hard to do now.
As soon as he thought of this, Mr. Hao suddenly frowned and scratched his messy hair hard. His face could no longer see the elegance and calmness it had always had.
With his wisdom and experience, he couldn't see that Li Yiru had a close relationship with that "him", and maybe there was some love between a man and a woman.
Originally, Liu Qiqi's incident was purely a misunderstanding. It could be explained clearly and enemies turned into friends.
But now that a super strong man who can rival the Lord of Swords has died on the opposite side, the two sides have completely become enemies and will fight to the death.
"Yuchi..."
After thinking hard for a while, I still couldn't think of any way to resolve the hatred.
Fa, Mr. Hao shook his head helplessly, and was about to step forward to explain the key points to Yuchi Chungou, but suddenly his eyes changed, and the right leg he had just stepped out instantly retracted.
In his sight, Yuchi Chungou not only did not sheath his sword, but his expression became more solemn. He stood quietly on the spot, without saying a word, and fell into deep thought.
Could it be...
The other party is still alive?
After receiving Yuchi’s fantasy, he actually survived?
Mr. Hao's mouth opened slightly, his face filled with disbelief.
Just at this moment, a white figure suddenly broke into his sight.
This man had delicate features and a smile. His white gown swayed gently in the breeze, but his eyes shone with a chilling light.
With Mr. Hao's perception, he was unable to discover how this person appeared.
He holds a long sword with a unique shape in his hand. The blade exudes an intoxicating seven-color aura. He travels between heaven and earth with endless determination. He is not targeting anyone, but it is enough to make the skin of everyone around him tingle. It hurts you, hallucinations can't help but appear in your mind.
The terrifying hallucination of being crushed by thousands of sword lights!
Within the scope of his consciousness, Mr. Hao was keenly aware that Li Yiru's eyes were shining, his heartbeat was racing, and two charming blushes instantly appeared on his fair face.
In the sight, Yuchi Chungou suddenly laughed, his eyes filled with excitement, and his mood seemed to be very happy.
"when!"
The dull sword in his hand slashed out diagonally, and collided head-on with the opponent's colorful sword, causing a loud clashing sound of gold and iron.
Under the huge impact, the two people were ejected at the same time. The man in white retreated several feet, and long wounds suddenly appeared all over his body. Blood shot out like a fountain and scattered in all directions.
"boom!"
Yuchi Chungou's body slammed into the half of the palace diagonally below, instantly breaking through the thick palace wall, forming a lifelike human-shaped gap.
"The head-on slash from Tianque was actually intact."
A white light flashed around the man in white, and the sword wounds on his body recovered as before. He glanced at the colorful sword in his hand, then looked down at the dull sword in Yuchi Chungou's hand. He couldn't help but marveled, "What a sword." !”
Zhong Wen, who seemed to be swallowed by the illusion, did not die, but appeared in Kunwu Sword Palace without anyone noticing.
"Is your sword called Tianque?"
Yuchi Chungou's figure "suddenly" appeared in mid-air, facing Zhong Wenyao, his sword slowly raised to his chest, "My sword is called Wushang. It is not sharp in itself, but it has a special feature. , it will never stop.”
"It's not sharp and it won't break?"
Zhong Wen was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but look at the opponent's sword again, "Is there such a sword in the world?"
"My Kunwu lineage respects the way of swordsmanship, and everything depends on the cultivation of swordsmanship."
Yuchi Chun Gou raised his right arm and said with a smile, "Therefore, this Wushang Sword emphasizes fairness. It does not rely on the sharpness of the blade to decide the victory, but it also does not allow others to take advantage of the weapon."
"Pointless persistence."
Zhong Wen shook his head and sneered, "I really don't understand what nonsense you sword cultivators are thinking about all day long."
"when!"
Before he finished speaking, the two divine swords collided passionately again, and the terrifying sword intent was like a rolling tide, sweeping across all directions in the blink of an eye.
Zhong Wen's body was scarred again, but under the influence of the reincarnation body, he instantly recovered as before, while Yuchi Chungou also carved another human-shaped gap in the palace wall.
"Special physique?"
The Lord of Swords climbed over the wall, looked at Zhong Wen up and down, and murmured to himself, "No wonder even Ming Huan can't kill you."
"Just now was your best chance."
Zhong Wen let go of his right hand, and the Tianque Sword flew out on its own, making a big circle in the air, and stabbed Yuchi Chunhu in the back of the heart with thunderous force, "Since I'm not sure..."
A beautiful golden lotus flower slowly unfolded from his right palm, elegant and beautiful, full of life and fragrance.
Unexpectedly, before the flowers fully bloomed, Yuchi Chungou's figure suddenly disappeared.
"puff!"
With a crisp sound, Zhong Wen's right arm was inexplicably broken at the elbow. Blood spurted out wildly. His forearm separated from his body and fell straight from the air.
The lotus flowers in the palm of the broken arm naturally withered piece by piece, and soon disappeared without a shadow.
"Is it really a space secret?"
Not far behind him, Yuchi's pure hook sound floated.
"you know?"
Zhong Wen slowly turned around, stared into the sword master's eyes, and asked curiously.
"In order to escape from the underworld, you disappeared for a moment."
Yuchi Chungou shook the Wuxi Sword in his hand and replied slowly, "At that time, I guessed that you probably had some secret method of traveling through space. Now it seems that it is somewhat similar to the trick of that little girl from the Flower Clan."
I go!
This guy has something!
As soon as these words came out, Zhong Wen's expression did not change, but his heart suddenly surged with panic. He no longer dared to have the slightest contempt for this world-famous sword master.
This chapter has been completed!