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Chapter five hundred and eighty

The whole audience was in a state of shock. Even Leng Yansong, who was always cold-faced, couldn't help but laugh and said, "Do you want to be like the rising sun and wash the free sky with blood?"

Yan Qingqing said arrogantly: "Why not?"

Leng Yansong said: "Do you know how many cultivators there are in the Free Tianpingjie Mansion?" As he said that, he looked around and said, "There are more than five thousand here alone. Do you want to kill them one by one?" With these words

At the end, the whole audience burst into laughter, obviously no one believed it.

Yan Qingqing laughed loudly and said, "Then shall we make a bet?"

He suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Come out all of them!"

There was a burst of wild laughter, and ten more men in black appeared on the spacious street on Central Avenue. They were taller or shorter, with handsome or ugly faces, but their expressions were all stern. At this time, standing on one side of the avenue

The monks were already excited. Obviously, no one could stand Yan Qingqing's open provocation. If it weren't for the light warriors meticulously guarding the order, someone would have rushed up. There are also a few calm-minded people who have noticed this.

The dark level is not an ordinary level. Just imagine sneaking into the Central Avenue and standing there under the guard of the light warriors carefully trained by the best master in front of everyone. This is already impossible.

Yan Qingqing pointed at one of them and said, "Others may not know him, but you should be familiar with this person, Feng Qi, right?"

Feng Qi had already noticed that something was wrong with the surrounding situation from the moment Yan Qingqing spoke. He secretly communicated with his teacher Hades, but did not receive any response. At this time, when he heard Yan Qingqing's words, he turned his eyes and looked over.

Shocked, he lost his voice and said: "Chichari!"

When Chu Feiwu heard the name, she quickly looked around and saw that this person was Chi Chali who fought with Feng Qi on the road to the end. However, the Chi Chali at this time seemed to be a little different from that of that day. What was wrong with it?

But can't see it.

Yan Qingqing looked around and laughed: "He is a high-level dark man, but in your light level, he can be firmly ranked above the high-level six-star level. But you must be curious, why is he on the road to the end?"

Inside the Dark Heart Lock, Chichari, who was defeated by you, is standing here intact again, let me tell you now."

After a pause, his voice became serious and he shouted: "Chichali, enter!"

A cold light flashed in Chi Chali's eyes, and he suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Fengqi. Chu Feiwu quickly stepped aside. He still remembered that Chi Chali's move was an extremely powerful death force.

——The energy of birth and death.

Feng Qi's face was covered with frost. With his hands in a cage, the illusory sword had been shot out, but the other hand held a shield-like surface with a smooth mirror-like surface covering his wrist. It seemed real and illusory, and his body floated up to meet him.

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At this time, someone nearby already exclaimed: "Ziye Magic Mirror!"

Only then did Chu Feiwu realize that this was the Ziye Magic Mirror, which Feng Qi had used to save his life.

Chi Chali's figure flew over at high speed, and the two of them passed by each other in mid-air. There was only a clang sound, and Feng Qi's residual image flashed continuously in the air, but people with enough cultivation had already seen that he was

The Ziye Magic Mirror used as a shield had begun to show cracks, and the cracks were getting wider and wider. Finally, Chi Chali shouted angrily, clanging three times in a row, and the purple energy ejected in the air, and Fengqi floated back more than ten meters.

, fell to the ground, and the Ziye Magic Mirror on his left hand was already full of cracks.

The whole audience was shocked. The monks who had been clamoring just now all shut their mouths. Everyone could see that Feng Qi was at a disadvantage in the previous contact.

Chichali stood back up again under Yan Qingqing's greeting. Yan Qingqing squinted at Feng Qi and said, "Do you know how powerful you are now? I can tell you that the twelve people here are the latest ones selected by the dark level.

Among the Twelve Dark Level Warriors, the lowest level selected is also Dark Advanced, and the lowest level among them is equivalent to your five-star advanced level."

No one on the field spoke. None of the people here were rookies. Everyone knew that in the battle of monks, the number could not exceed the level. Although there were many people watching here, the highest level was four or five stars, especially the recent Light Warriors.

Free Sky was sealed, and some senior monks who originally wanted to come and see the master's demeanor were also blocked.

But no one still thinks that these dark-level people can wipe out the free sky like they did in Qingritian. The principle that their numbers cannot overwhelm the level also applies to them. After all, there is someone in the light-level class who is present, and that is one of the five top monks in the world of cultivation.

Hades!

No matter how many senior monks are put together, they cannot be the opponent of the best monks.

Almost everyone's eyes were on Hades at this moment.

And something unexpected happened at this moment.

Hades, who was being watched, ignored everyone, but suddenly looked up at the sky. Everyone was wondering, this high-ranking man had been acting abnormally from just now. Did he discover something?

At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened, and for a moment everyone felt as if they had fallen into a world as dark as ink.

Sword light, sword shadow, sword energy.

A long sword that was as colored as ice and snow and as thin as a piece of paper suddenly broke out from the dark clouds and pierced downwards. It was as gorgeous as the rising sun. It was astonishing at first sight.

The sword body was completely pulled out, revealing the black hilt. Holding the hilt was a slender white jade hand. Black clothes were flying, and the figure was wrapped in clouds and mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

This time it was coming towards Hades, but almost everyone in the city felt the pressure.

Hades groaned, put his hands together, and flicked his sleeves upwards. The sleeves and the sword were hundreds of meters apart, but they seemed to have collided together. A crisp sound like a dragon's roar spread throughout the building.

City, Hades was moved for the first time and said: "Famous sword and long song! Who is coming?"

The long sword seemed to be blocked back by a huge force, the clouds and mist parted, and a figure appeared.

Dressed plainly in black, with flying brown hair, her beautiful face was smiling. The famous sword Chang Ge whose name was just called by Hades was stepping under her feet, her clothes were flying, and she said in a soft voice: "

Yong Liansi has met Lord Hades."

Everyone in the square below was stunned. No one thought that there was a dark level hidden in the sky. Looking at the sword just now, this person should be the legendary sword of dark level! But no one thought that there was a dark level hidden in the sky.

The Sword of Darkness could be such a beautiful woman who seems to not exist?


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