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Tang Meng felt that his nose was full of wolf stench, as well as the smell of blood in the air. The wolf's wail and roar mingled.

Tang Meng struggled to fight against the two enemies, but the main thing was that the old man in the black robe was under more pressure. Tang Meng poured his true qi into the silver light, and the black-robed old man also poured the dark fighting qi into his sword, and the two of them exchanged blades, wielding them so gorgeously and quickly, from time to time they rubbed and sparked when they collided.

The black-robed old man slashed at Tang Meng's neck at a tricky angle, as fast as the wind. And the king of the demon wolf didn't care about being injured, and grabbed Tang Meng with his claws desperately.

This was to exchange Tang Meng's life for injury, Tang Meng tapped his toes, and took several steps back in an instant. His eyes were fixed on the two enemies in front of him. Suddenly, another flash of silver light swept through the gray air, and the target was directed at Tang Meng's heart, and the timing of aiming happened to be after Tang Meng retreated to the end of his strength!

At this moment of crisis, Tang Meng seemed to have discovered it a long time ago, but he did not dodge, but turned the hilt of the thin sword silver light sword in his hand around, held it with his backhand, and stabbed it back.

"Huh?" Leng Yinzhi snorted, and found that the dagger in his hand was no longer capable of piercing the target's heart, because Tang Meng's sword blade was just piercing into his heart.

"How is it possible? You have hidden your strength?" said the cold silver thorn in disbelief.

"No, it's you who slow down. Tang Meng said, coldly pulling out the blood-stained thin sword silver light, letting the blood on the sword body drip and stain the grass red.

"This stupid fellow. Before, someone helped you unleash the black magic of increasing speed - Shadow Speed. The black-robed old man said sadly and held his forehead.

It's not that I'm sad for the death of this arrogant idiot, but that behind this idiot is a terrible deputy of the organization, telling him to go, and as a result, this idiot disobeyed orders and gave his life, and it seems that he can't do anything without holding the head of the person in front of him. The black-robed old man thought to himself.

Thinking of this, the black-robed old man's eyes became no longer cloudy, but had a essence, and the black of the sword in his hand became even richer.

"You bastard, did you hide your strength before?" said the demon wolf, looking at the human next to him with palpitations, and at this moment he was exuding a terrifying aura.

"I'll do the rest, you go and command the demon wolves, so as not to be broken through by them. The black-robed old man said coldly, so that the demon wolf couldn't refuse.

Tang Meng saw that the black-robed old man was exuding a rich black qi all over his body, and he knew that he was going to be serious, so Tang Meng hurriedly set up his sword and waited for it.

"Master, be careful. This is a dark fighting spirit, his strength is far above his master, or ......he should run away," Cecia said anxiously, and suddenly stopped, as if she had thought of something.

"You know that I will never escape, especially when the sword is in my hand!" Tang Meng still said indifferently, but the sword heart to be sharpened had already looked at this powerful opponent feverishly.

Suddenly, Xiao Oak, who had been sleeping in Tang Meng's arms, took out his head, and he didn't wake up from the fierce fight before, but he was awakened by this dark breath.

"Go to Her Royal Highness the Princess. Tang Meng said and pointed to Atlante.

Little Oak shook his little head very firmly, Tang Meng glared at it, and then it reluctantly jumped out of Tang Meng's arms and ran towards Atlante, but it kept looking back at Tang Meng pitifully, Tang Meng couldn't cry or laugh, he didn't seem to have established any deep friendship with this cute thing, right?

Atlante was far away, and suddenly found a small figure pounced on him from the wolves, and the surrounding wolves actually gave way for a day, which made Atlante and the others feel incredible. Because Tang Meng deliberately lured away the black-robed old man, Atlante, who hugged Little Oak, had to stay away in Tang Meng's direction, and the ominous premonition in his heart became more and more intense.

"So have you thrown all your bonds away? I gave you plenty of time. The black-robed old man on the side, who hadn't spoken for a long time, slowly spoke, "Then let's have a duel, shall we?"

After speaking, the black-robed old man untied the black robe, revealing a light armor that was easy to move. The arms bulged into muscles, and the short sword was clenched tightly, and there was a sense of incongruity.

"Sure enough, no matter which strong person can't resist the temptation of a good opponent. Tang Meng sighed, and the black-robed old man also nodded.

Immediately, with a sound of "brush", the black-robed old man had already approached Tang Meng, swung his sword and slashed, Tang Meng blocked, but he felt a huge force coming, and hurriedly took a few steps back to relieve the force. But he lost the opportunity, and the black-robed old man chased after him and launched a continuous offensive against Tang Meng. Left stabs and right protrudes, and from time to time it quietly cuts its throat and stabs its heart like a ghost.

Tang Meng keenly noticed that the fighting spirit of the black-robed old man seemed to be corrosive, and he kept trying to attach it to the silver light of Tang Meng's thin sword, but it was blocked by Tang Meng's true qi after infusing the sword. And the sword moves of the black-robed old man are full of weird feelings, and the trajectory of each sword is always difficult to fathom, not like swordsmanship at all, but like assassination.

In fact, the old man in the black robe was also amazed that this young man from the Eastern Continent obviously did not have a fluctuation of fighting spirit, but he could block the erosion of his dark fighting spirit. And swordsmanship should not be underestimated, even when his speed is so much faster, and he still has the advantage of being able to play with ease, and there is a faint tendency to counterattack.

"Black Blade Cross Slash!" the black-robed old man said, drawing a cross, a wave of energy turbulent, and two sword qi formed a cross, attacking Tang Meng.

Tang Meng hurriedly flashed to the side, and the black-bladed cross slash kept slashing towards Tang Meng's back, cutting countless trees in a row, stirring up countless dust.

"This is the most lethal thing about you, you only have superb swordsmanship, but you don't even know a little skill, hey, what can you do in this era of fighting spirit and magic?" said the black-robed old man and sighed deeply, looking at Tang Meng with a look of regret, as if he was looking at a dying person.

Tang Meng was silent, looking at the black-robed old man, but the sword in his hand was screaming, as if he was asking for a battle for himself. Tang Meng stroked the sword in his left hand and stared coldly at the enemy through the sword body.

"Kill!" Tang Meng whispered, and then rushed over, his speed suddenly picking up, like a gale.

"Hmph, it's useless. The black robe snorted coldly, plunged his sword into the ground, and roared in his mouth, "Darkness erupts!"

Immediately, the dark fighting qi on his body was highly condensed, and then just as Tang Meng swung his sword to kill him, the dark fighting qi erupted to the surroundings, and the top of the black-robed old man's head actually condensed into a skull, and a dark power raged all around, and even the grass was uprooted, flying all over the sky.

Tang Meng suddenly felt a force attack, his body was knocked out, and there was an uncomfortable dark fighting aura raging all over his body.

Is this the power of the Dou Qi move? Tang Meng struggled to rely on the silver light of the thin sword inserted on the ground to maintain his standing, and he thought with some bitterness.

A bare ground formed around the black-robed old man, and his eyes turned black......

(To be continued.) )