"Don't be ashamed!"

Yang Qingxuan's eyes flashed with coldness, and he raised his hand, turned into the claws of a black dragon, and grabbed at the scimitar.

"Bang!"

The black dragon's five fingers pinched the knife body, blocking the sword qi.

"Black Dragon Bloodline?!" The black-robed man was startled, a murderous aura shot out of his pupils, and his hands pinched.

"Bang!"

Yang Qingxuan only felt that the scimitar in his hand was shocked, and it turned into seven rays of light, which broke away from his hand, and it turned into seven and flew from different angles.

He withdrew his hand, grabbed it in the air, and the fighting ghost god came out in an instant.

"Whew!"

Two sword marks turned out in the air, one fast and one slow, the fast sword stabbed seven broken lines at an incomprehensible angle, hitting those sword shadows, and the slow sword was like a trickle of water, converging into a river and stabbing towards the black-robed man.

"Bang! bang——"

The sound of swords sounded in the secret room, and Yang Qingxuan had already left the place and bullied himself in front of the black-robed man.

"Weird!"

The black-robed man screamed, and the true yuan under the robe burst out, and a pair of fleshy palms were like iron hands, slapping on the sword momentum of the fighting ghost god.

"Boom!"

The two terrifying energies collided with each other, but the palms could not block a sword, and the black robe was pierced by the fighting ghost god, and it was shattered by the sword qi with a "bang".

But under the shattered black robe, there was no human figure.

Yang Qingxuan put away his sword and stood up, frowning, and staring around vigilantly.

"Sure enough, there are some doorways, no wonder Jiang Chao and the four of them will die in your hands. The figure resounded in the chamber again, and in a corner, it condensed again.

"Are you just going to hide in a dark corner like a cockroach?" Yang Qingxuan said coldly.

"Hmph, it's just a mistake in my judgment. The peak of shattered nirvana can actually kill me with a clone, which is a bit against the sky. The black-robed man said coldly, and suddenly said, "I understand! You were selected by the ferryman to participate in this Haitian Cliff trial, so you suppressed your cultivation under the heavenly rank!"

After the black-robed man guessed it, the killing intent in his eyes was even worse.

A pitch-black scimitar fell directly into his hand, and appeared in front of Yang Qingxuan in a flash, slashing over.

"Bang!"

The swords collided, the space was extremely distorted, with the two people as the center, and the entire secret room presented a clear black and white color.

The white Haoran sword qi was suppressed by the black sword shadow, constantly narrowing the range.

Yang Qingxuan was shocked, this time the black-robed man's attack was like a different person compared to the last time, he shouted: "Who are you?!"

The sword in his hand shook, shaking the scimitar open, and then "snorting" several swords in a row, intertwined into a rain of swords, covering the black-robed man and attacking his whole body weakness.

"Bang! bang——"

The black-robed man's scimitar rolled up, swinging out a large piece of knife and shooting out.

The speed of the two of them increased to the extreme, and there was no one in the entire secret room, all of them were swords and swords.

This secret room is the best secret room in the ferryman's stronghold, even if a heavenly powerhouse cultivates his magical powers in it, the outside world will not be able to detect it, so the black-robed man can be so unscrupulous.

The two fought hundreds of moves in an instant, Yang Qingxuan became more and more frightened, and more than ten wounds were cut out of his body by the scimitar, Haoran's sword qi was fast and fast, originally thought that he could control the entire rhythm, but the other party completely kept up with his speed.

Not only that, the Fighting Ghost God stabbed into the black robe several times, and all the sword qi was missing, as if there was no one in that robe at all, this feeling was too weird.

Yang Qingxuan was a little anxious, not that he was afraid that he would not be able to fight, but that he was pressed by the opponent's sword light like this, and he was afraid that his cultivation would not be able to control it and he would rush directly to the heavenly position, and he would be in trouble.

"Tsk, in the stronghold where this seat is personally seated, there are actually people who slaughter the night, who come in openly and kill people. I really don't take me seriously, this acting helmsman is really shameless. Suddenly, a series of melodious voices sounded in the secret room, revealing a bone-chilling chill.

"Moting!"

The black-robed man was startled, the sword in his hand slowed down, and he was slashed on his arm by Yang Qingxuan's sword, and the entire arm and the scimitar fell to the ground with a "dang", and it was like a dark night, and it dissolved.

Yang Qingxuan was shocked, looking at the bare arm of the black-robed man, there was no body in it at all.

The black-robed man stared at Yang Qingxuan and said, "You're lucky this time!"

As he spoke, the figure flashed, and he was about to dissolve into the darkness and leave.

"Ahem, ahem. I'm so mad that I don't exist!"

As the voice came, a ball of light exploded in the secret room, and then a huge palm of light condensed into a palm, slamming towards the darkness.

"Ahh

Under the light, the black shadow flickered and exploded directly.

The black-robed man let out a miserable scream, and was photographed into a mass of pitch-black colors, which was printed on the bluestone bricks, like exploded ink, and it looked like it was spreading.

Then the brilliance flickered, condensed out of Mo Ting's body, and appeared in the secret room, frowning and staring at the black shadow on the ground.

"Lord Moting. ”

Yang Qingxuan hurriedly stepped forward and saluted with his fists.

Mo Ting shook his hand lightly, signaling that he was not welcome, and then pointed to the dark shadow on the ground, and said, "Do you know who he is?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "The people of the Slaughter Night Organization. ”

Mo Ting nodded and said, "Then do you know his specific identity?"

Yang Qingxuan shook his head and said, "I don't know." This person's magical secret method is so weird, I am afraid that his status in the slaughter night will not be low. ”

Mo Ting looked at him and said, "I'll tell you bluntly, you're in big trouble. This person is the leader of the slaughtering night, Ye Wusha. ”

"What? it's him!" Yang Qingxuan was shocked, and his face was difficult to look at.

"Ye Wusha's martial soul is very weird, no one knows his true body, every time he appears in such a shadow, and according to the opponent's cultivation, the strength of the shadow is also different, in short, he is an extremely terrifying person. Mo Ting said worriedly.

"Directly send the leader to kill me, Ye Wusha is too elevated to me, right?" Yang Qingxuan's face was gloomy, and anger appeared between his eyebrows.

"If my guess is correct, it's not that you are being promoted, but that girl is too important. Mo Ting turned to look at Yang Qingxuan and said, "If you want to protect that girl, I'm afraid that you will directly be the enemy of the entire slaughter night." And now that Ye Wusha is eyeing you again, I'm really worried about your safety. ”

Yang Qingxuan said: "Thank you Lord Moting for your concern, but Zi Yuan is the person I must protect." Not to mention facing a slaughter night, even if I face the Queen of the Night and the entire Black Sea, or the whole world, I will never retreat. ”

Mo Ting was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "You can have such an awareness, I naturally have nothing to say, I can only wish you good luck." You can rest assured that as long as you are in the stronghold for one day, I will guarantee your safety for one day. But if I get out of the stronghold, there's nothing I can do. After all, I am the acting helmsman of the ferryman, and it is impossible for me to put the organization on the opposite side of the slaughter night for your sake. I'm not afraid of them, but I don't want to provoke them. ”

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