The great Nine Sky True Sutra is running, and the unparalleled internal force flows all over his body. Zhuo Mufeng feels that there is a super volcano in his body, which is squirting violently, giving him endless power. With the action of swinging his sword, he will vent his strength!

The shattered sword energy light shield around his body condensed into one in an instant and became stronger. The speed of the painted black sword light slashing suddenly slowed down. Under the obstruction of the sword energy light shield, it made a harsh creaking sound, like two pieces of broken glass rubbing.

Wherever there was friction, sparks burst into the sky, mixed with strong sword energy.

Before the gray lines drawn from the stones were dissipated, they were immediately penetrated by Mars and flowed to all directions. The rocks burned and the forests burned. With the sound of explosions, large pieces of stone fell to the heads of the two fighting.

The masters of Haoqimen looked pale, and they only knew to use their weapons to fight off Mars, powder and stones smashed on their heads. When the first circle of sword energy spread out, the few people were like duckweeds rippled by ripples on the river, all of which were spewed blood and flew back weakly.

Seeing that the second wave of sword energy was about to dissipate, these people couldn't help but show despair, knowing that in their state, they would definitely not be able to stop it.

But at this moment, a silver-white sword light flashed for a moment, then tore open the void, suddenly lit up in the center of the battle, turning into a reverse-rolled sword energy waterfall, and shaking the painted black sword light head-on.

Dong!

The entire cave in the mountain was not only air, but even the surrounding mountains seemed to shake. The ground swayed, and the already dilapidated forests were even more shaking.

Perhaps the sword energy was too condensed and did not explode for a moment. Several masters of Haoqi Gate who were more than ten feet away only felt that there was a sword in the world and a sword in the sky, and the sky was filled with sword lights and sword shadows, and even their souls were torn apart.

This is their first time, and perhaps the only time they have watched the battle of super experts close up in their lives, and they can no longer be more shocked.

"I'm not leaving yet, are you waiting to die?"

A voice came into the ears of several people, speaking very fast. These people woke up like a dream. The instinct of survival made them jump up immediately regardless of their injuries, spread their legs and rushed into the cave.

At the center of the battle, countless phantoms of swords flowed, each of which was enough to penetrate the huge rock. In just a dozen breaths, I don’t know how many bursts broke out.

The man in black robe finally had a strong sense of shock for the first time in his sarcastic cold eyes. With a roar, his arms bulged to the limit. With his strength, he kept pressing down the Galan sword in his hand.

Not only that, the scimitar itself also emits a strange aura that is dark and killing. Ordinary people may be scared to death when they come into contact with this aura. Even if a master is suddenly stimulated, his mind will tremble and affect his reaction.

Unfortunately, the Galan Sword is the most treasure of Buddhism, and is also at the level of four stars. It senses the dark and dark energy of the scimitar. A bright and compassionate atmosphere, and the bodhi energy of the heart of heaven is benevolence. The dark and dark energy is like white snow meeting the scorching sun, and it immediately evaporates.

Even the man in black robe was impacted, and his skills were slightly blocked in this Buddhist aura, and the downward pressure was paused. His eyes were filled with shock and anger, and he shouted: "Kill!"

In the dark night Pavilion, the man in black robe barely eliminated the influence of the Galan sword, and the scimitar pressed against the Galan sword and slashed at Zhuo Mufeng's neck.

Zhuo Mufeng was almost at the limit. At this time, neither side had any way out, could not change their moves, could not dodge, otherwise they would only be killed by their opponents.

The opponent's sword was not finished, and Zhuo Mufeng could not take advantage of his powerful internal strength, but he burst into laughter. The strength shown by this man in black robe is likely to be above Dongfang Changsheng, but he can take one move and be unbeaten, which is only slightly inferior to that of Dongfang Changsheng, at most. Does it mean that his strength is no less than Dongfang Changsheng, and he even wants to win?

To this day, Zhuo Mufeng finally stood at the top of the world, and finally no longer had to shrink back and be afraid of anyone! The heart of passion arose, Zhuo Mufeng gritted his teeth, and the Galan sword stopped three inches in front of him, making the scimitar unable to move forward any more.

Amid the sizzling friction, the collision of swords finally burst out, and a loud sound of rocks broke out. With the two of them as the center, the entire cave in the mountain turned white, like countless flashes flashing violently.

The masters of Haoqimen who fled into the cave and had just reached the entrance of the cave only felt their eyes tingling and closed their eyes at the same time. Some people made a formation gesture, some carried stones, and when the entrance of the cave opened wide and the few people flew out desperately, there was a rumbling sound from behind, and the mountain walls that were dozens of feet high shook violently, and countless stone chips rolled down.

Several people staggered and fell to the ground, their hair was scattered and covered in mud. Even their eyes lost their focus, but they did not dare to stay and they plucked up their remaining energy to continue running.

The cave heaven in the mountain, the four stone walls surrounding the valley were smeared from bottom to top by the sword energy. The originally raised huge rocks exploded one by one, causing a huge rain of stone, covering the sunshine above the head.

The two figures retreated and finally stood twenty feet apart. Even though the stones were dense, no matter how big or heavy the falling stones were, they would be shattered three feet above the heads of the two.

The man in black robe had his eyes straight, staring at Zhuo Mufeng and could hardly move it away, his chest was volatile, showing the storm in his heart.

With his incalculable murder and countless insights and character planning, he has not lost his compulsiveness for many years. He also thinks that nothing in the world can make him lose his compulsiveness so much.

He even unexpectedly, the first person who made him an exception would be Zhuo Mufeng, the guy who only deserves to carry his shoes in his eyes!

He wanted to say something, but he didn't say it. The man in black robe seemed to be trying to engrave Zhuo Mufeng in his mind. He flashed to the top and tapped the smooth cliff wall, and soon disappeared.

Zhuo Mufeng watched the other party leave, but did not set off to chase him, but just supported the Galan sword in front of him with both hands, standing in the stone rain that was about to fall, silently.

After a few blinks, a figure in white fell beside Zhuo Mufeng, bringing a gust of fragrant wind.

"Brother, are you okay?" The visitor was so beautiful, with clear and clear almond eyes as water. Without waiting for Zhuo Mufeng to speak, he reached out to explore his pulse.

Zhuo Mufeng grabbed the woman's slender hand, clasped her fingers tightly, and smiled at the woman: "Don't worry, sister, today, except for those legendary masters and you, few people can hurt me."

Sister Bai's clothes let out a sigh, her gentle eyebrows and eyes finally relaxed a little, and she chuckled: "I am indeed very qualified. After a while, I will surpass me." Zhuo Mufeng inserted his sword into his waist, raised his other hand, rubbed the white-wear sister's face as creamy as a face, and said in a narrow voice: "It doesn't matter whether it is more than or not. I just need my sister to protect me for the rest of my life. Are you willing?"

The sister in white suddenly had a burning face, and was touched by him as if there was a current piercing her heart, itchy and numb. She panickedly staggered Zhuo Mufeng's gaze and said as if it was as thin as a mosquito and flies.

Zhuo Mufeng laughed happily. If he hadn't noticed that Yao Wu and the other two had arrived, he would have to hug his sister in white and beloved.

As soon as Yao Wu and the other two rushed in, they saw the devastated scene and immediately wanted to ask what was going on. But when they saw Zhuo Mufeng teasing Yan Yiqing, they were speechless.

Your affairs are not over, and you are in this mood? Or do you think about anything else all day long, just thinking about this mess?

Aunt Lei hated the deepest hatred of the An Ye Pavilion. She coughed a few times and asked, "Sect Master, what happened just now?"

Zhuo Mufeng finally let go of the shy sister in white, turned around and faced the five people not far away, and said, "As we expected, the cloaked man really wanted to harm me, so he sent a master here. You came a little later, are you in trouble on the road?"

This time, Yao Wu answered, and said in a deep voice: "The Dark Night Pavilion is very strong and sent seven assassins, all of whom are warriors in the Hexiang Realm."

Zhuo Mufeng couldn't help but be shocked by the number.

There are only two or three super experts in each of the Twelve Holy Lands, and the Demon Sect is even worse. On average, not even one is enough. And the killer organization, which claimed to have been destroyed more than 400 years ago, can actually produce seven super experts?

No, including the one who attacked and killed himself, there were eight people. This was a force that shocked the world!

It is conceivable that even the top-level combat power is so terrifying, so the high-level combat power and mid-level combat power of the Dark Night Pavilion are definitely not much weaker.

Zhuo Mufeng has always thought that he overestimated the cloaked man as much as possible to avoid being plotted. However, this time, a scene designed by Lou Linxuan on a whim made Zhuo Mufeng even more frightened.

Zhuo Mufeng hurriedly asked, "Where are those seven assassins? Didn't they be killed?"

Yao Wu glanced at Sister Baiyi and replied, "If I waited for all my strength, I would leave at most one or two people, but that would probably be inappropriate."

Zhuo Mufeng raised his eyebrows and asked him to hide his strength. He did make it his request, but at that time he didn't know that the cloaked man would send such a lineup. If Zhuo Mufeng was present, he thought it would be more cost-effective to kill one or two super experts than to reveal his strength.

The sister in white who had been paying attention to Zhuo Mufeng's expression lowered her head in shame and twisted her sleeves with her hands.

I just heard Yao Wu say, "The sect leader doesn't know that the dark night Pavilion is mysterious. Four or five hundred years ago, it was an organization that everyone in the world feared. The most terrifying thing is that this killer organization seems to have a secret method that can make people more likely to break through the Esoteric Realm. The subordinates are worried that they are more than this one. It is better to hide their strength than killing one or two."

These words were shocking. The faces of the few people who were unknown inside changed, and even the sister in white raised her head.

Du Yuehong said anxiously: "Strange scholar, where did you hear it?"

Yao Wu: "Last time the sect leader talked about the Dark Night Pavilion, his subordinates asked his confidant to read it in the evil books, and fortunately they had gained something. But there is no need to worry too much. That kind of secret technique seems to have great flaws, and the strength of the breakthrough person is far less than that of a normal breakthrough. Besides, it is easier, but without peerless talent, it is still difficult to enter the realm of harmony."
Chapter completed!