Chapter five hundred and seventy seventh stop making trouble
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A piercing scream penetrated the sky.
The storyteller clutched his head, looking at the masked man’s body that had been directly pierced, and he lost control.
“Whoops!”
At this moment, there was a sudden earthquake in the ground.
The next second, four swords came back from the ground.
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 screams were about to stop, but seeing the masked man being hurt a second time, he lost control again.
Cenjov 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 Cenchov also witnessed the whole process from one side.
This sudden black sword was completely uncontrollable, so why could it pierce the chest for the second time?
"what happened……"
Haven't had time to think too much.
The masked man who was carried into the sky by four swords has fallen from a high altitude and is stared at the ground by the fierce swords.
The body then slid down.
After being injured three times, the masked man was finally awakened from his coma.
“Poof!”
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, "Yes, are there four swords?"
Cenjov was shocked when he heard this.
There are four swords?
This black sword has four swords?
With a swipe, he rushed over.
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. I can't bear the ferocious aura of them!"
"you……"
The masked man gasped in pain, feeling the boundless evil power being crazily injected into his body, as if he wanted to directly defeat his weak 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 grasp it.
“You’re stupid!”
Cen Qiaofu hit his hand back in a moment, "Forget the power of space? You can easily touch with four swords?"
“Oh oh.”
The storyteller finally regained his composure from the panic.
Cenjov could no longer stand it.
“Get out of the way, here comes the old man!”
He pushed the storyteller away and swung the ax in his hand back.
Immediately, under the horrified gaze of the masked man, he slashed horizontally.
How can any of the four swords withstand such strength?
Even if it is directly kicked away!
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.
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"I……"
The masked man’s protruding eyeballs 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!"
Cenjov was completely stunned.
This kind of result of being whipped away together with the sword was something he never expected.
Shouldn’t it be that one ax was struck and four swords were deflected?
How come 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 Yin Yang Life and Death? He opened it and gave an order to make the four swords escape from this space.
But……
“Buzz!”
Four swords seemed to feel an external force interfering with them, and they trembled crazily.
That high-frequency amplitude, almost every second, can make the masked man who has fainted violently twitch until he wakes up and faints again.
"how so?"
The storyteller was dumbfounded and immediately stopped using the power of space.
“Can’t pull it out?”
Cenjov 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 face gradually darken, Cenjov realized something was wrong.
He knew how terrifying the leader’s sword intent was.
These four swords are so ferocious that they can't be said to be frantically absorbing nutrients at this moment.
And with the weak body and bones of the leader, how can he withstand it?
“Get out of the way, here comes the old man!”
Cenjov pushed the storyteller away again and stepped forward to draw his sword.
The storyteller quit: "Old man, if you want to murder your brother, just say so. There is no way they will let you do it today!"
“Can you pull it out?” Cenjov immediately became angry.
“You can’t pull it out...”
The storyteller was stunned and retorted: "You can?"
"Step aside!"
Cenjov had no time to talk to this perverted man.
This guy is just confused if he cares.
If the delay continues, the first one will not be killed by the black sword, but will also 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.
Think about it and hold it directly 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 Cenjov 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 holy slave, the level of sword intent he displayed was estimated to be less than one ten thousandth of what it is now!
“Why did you go crazy all of a sudden?”
The storyteller was about to collapse. He covered his forehead with his hands and opened his mouth.
"Shut up!"
Cenjov immediately shouted.
He didn't even bother drawing the sword, but had to pay extra attention to the storyteller's cry.
“Open it for me...!”
After 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.
The sword leaves the ground.
What is disappointing is that the masked man is still hunched over and is lifted up.
"this……"
Cenjov was dumbfounded.
How to do this?
He directly stepped on his feet and pressed them against the leader's chest.
“Offended!”
“Bang!”
There was an explosion in the air, and the masked man's chest was kicked to pieces.
The opposing forces finally allowed Cenchofu to draw out four swords.
"ah"
The storyteller could hold it in no longer.
He looked at his brother's chest that had been kicked to pieces with tearful eyes, unable to stop the killing intent from the soul level.
“Old man, I’ll kill you!”
“What are you going to do?” Cenjou held the sword tightly and pointed the tip of the sword at the storyteller. “If you mess around again, I’ll kill you first. Do you believe it?”
“Ahhhh!”
“Stop barking!”
"ah"
“Poof!”
“Ah? 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 it covers up the loneliness.
“No, no more?”
The masked man looked down and froze on the spot.
Even though four swords pierced the chest just now, the wounds were not as big as this!
The next second, he suddenly started to shudder.
.
The severe pain coming 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 draw nourishment, and asked aloud.
“What’s going on, you still dare to ask?”
The storyteller roared, turned his head and made a bitter report to the masked man: "That's him. The wound 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 on the broken chest, he regained his mobility within a short while, 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 expelled 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 would it come with you?"
“People...”
The storyteller was asked.
yes!
How come there are four swords following me? It's not...
“Who was holding the sword earlier?” 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 by his own speculation.
What a joke!
You're just a coward like Wen Ming who follows you even if you have a chance to escape from your own control but don't grasp it?
What are you doing here?
Come here to confront the three Saint Slaves?
He has the guts?!
……’
The masked man heard an unexpected name and confirmed: "Who knows?"
“Who else knows it? It’s the one you’re talking about!” 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, I said!”
Suddenly a weak voice interrupted from one side.
The two of them looked sideways and saw that Cenchofu's entire face was completely dark.
That slumped expression seemed like he was about to regain his composure 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 shaking wildly in his hand, and immediately smiled apologetically and said: "Sorry, sorry, I forgot about it, let it go."
“Let go?”
Even though he was about to be overwhelmed by the power of the evil spirit, Cenchov still felt ridiculous about this proposal.
Once this sword is released, it shall not pierce your chest again?
Do you still want to live?
The storyteller turned sideways and immediately blocked the masked man.
“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?” Cenjov felt that he could no longer bear it.
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 Cenjov immediately stopped insisting and let go of the black sword.
There was a sonorous sound of the four swords, and they directly switched 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.
Just before they were about to pierce the masked man's chest, four of the swords paused with a hum, as if being tightened by the power of heaven and unable to move.
Cenjov's pupils shrank.
He is Zhan Dao.
How can you not hear that the leader's voice is 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’s eyes were also filled with surprise, and his eyes swept back and forth between the masked man and Yousi Jian.
A question arose in both of their minds.
Again, the storyteller and Cenjov 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 he looked at the black sword in front of him and remained unmoved.
“Buzz!”
Four swords trembled again.
The power of the evil demon is so overwhelming that it is about to blacken this world.
The masked man clenched his fists, as if about to reach out.
After a long time, he took a deep breath and shook his head slowly.
Four swords suddenly became silent.
The next second, its sword body shook slightly.
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In an instant, swords were coming from all directions.
In a place with a radius of dozens of miles, infinite black sword energy suddenly exploded, directly tearing the entire space into a black hole.
“Fuck!”
Cenjov was startled and subconsciously took a few steps back.
The storyteller stepped forward and saw that even amidst such explosions, the land beneath the masked man's feet was still intact.
He rolled his eyes and chose to retreat.
The two onlookers looked at each other again and looked away at the speed of light.
The masked man closed his eyes deeply.
When I opened it again, my eyes had returned to calm.
He ignored the black sword in front of him and turned his attention 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 initial 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, killing the storyteller would never have given Xiao Wenming a chance to fight.
If this kind of attack had exploded at that time...
Even if you can’t be killed by the explosion, you 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 front of the storyteller.
"The swords have arrived. I heard what you said. Where are the people?"