The pitch-black statue carries an endless torrent of black substance, like a black dragon that is overwhelming. One person commands all beasts to cover the sky, and what he sees in the eyes of ordinary people is a crushing dark cloud that will not be extinguished when the end comes.

Elder Hua, who was holding the wooden zhang to restore his youthful appearance, flickered like a particle in the rushing torrent.

"Damn, don't dodge if you have the guts, go head-to-head with me. "The pitch-black shrine statue is full of anger.

Elder Hua became more and more calm and calm, and sneered: "You have made a big enough noise, and you have already alarmed Cailuan Academy." Presumably, your good days are not long, and twenty years of dormancy have come to naught. "

The ancestral statue spits swearing, not angrily scolding Elder Hua who is entangled with him. It's a monk and a ghost in the mansion below.

"Zhao Wangkui, you dare to go to see Princess Changping privately. If you are a bad person, you will never be born. "

"Bastard Princess Changping, I said that the mansion can be rebuilt if it is gone. What's more, what if a study is destroyed. If you don't listen to me, you will be scattered. "

Elder Hua seemed to be walking leisurely, but in fact, he was thrilling in the black torrent, and the slightest carelessness would be a catastrophe.

Only four of the nine young leaves remained, stirring in the black torrent. Together, they cut off a black dragon, and the four young leaves changed their trajectory at the same time. Bypassing the dragon's resistance, it turned into a streamer and shot towards the pitch-black shrine statue.

At the same time, Elder Hua looked resolute. The aura around the body gushes out regardless of the cost, protecting itself and strangling the dragon. However, the gap in strength was too obvious, and even if Elder Hua tried his best, he would not be able to crotch all the black substance dragons.

The figure that rushed forward was hit several times, and his face grew old little by little. Elder Hua ignored his own injuries and slashed with great force. Splitting the black material dragon, I want to split the black shrine statue in half.

The behemoth was not angry but happy, and the corners of his mouth rose with a sneer: "Just wait for you to work hard, after all, the combat power of entering the Tao with medicine is not enough." "

He opened his mouth and spat out a pitch-black relic, which exploded in front of the behemoth. There was no black substance overflowing, and there were no aura ripples and vibrations.

A black hole pit that could not be seen at a glance appeared, and the suction power suddenly skyrocketed. The four shoots were sucked into it in an instant, and they disappeared and lost contact with Elder Hua.

With a "click", the pitch-black statue cracked open on its own from the center of its eyebrows. Then it split in two and collapsed on both sides. Elder Hua immediately split out the vacuum crescent moon and went straight through the body of the pitch-black ancestral statue.

The next moment, the statue that was divided into two stood upright and closed. Intact and without the slightest crack.

The pitch-black ancestral statue strode forward, shrinking into inches and appearing directly in front of Elder Hua. After the opportunity was locked, the fist of the grinding disc smashed out.

Elder Hua couldn't avoid it, and closed his eyes tightly as if he was resigned to his fate. The punch was too powerful to blow the skull apart. Elder Hua chose to give up and accept the results he had thought of from the beginning of the war.

Unexpectedly, the fist never fell. When I opened my eyes, the statue had retreated to a hundred feet away. Full of vigilance, he turned his head to look to the side.

Looking for his eyes, a man in white stepped on a flying sword and stopped in the air. The cold sword qi was agitated, and the black substance could not get close to it. The white clothes fluttered, and they were particularly eye-catching in the dense darkness.

The pitch-black ancestral statue thought that the strong man of Cailuan Academy had come to help, and Elder Hua smiled bitterly. Cailuan Academy is full of women from top to bottom, and I have never heard of a male sword god.

A man in white who steps on a sword. Seems to understand their thoughts. With a warm smile, he whispered, "I'm just here to see the fun, you continue." "

Elder Hua hugged his fists with a river and lake salute: "Thank you for saving your life just now."

At this time, she was already an old woman, but her voice was that of a young woman. Full of confidence, thank you but not lower your eyebrows. Whether the man has a heart or an intention, he finally saves himself from the punch just now. The sincerity that should be there cannot be lost, but it will not lose its backbone.

The man who stepped on the sword was silent, and more of his mind was attracted to the black substance. Déjà vu is thoughtful, and there seems to be some extreme curiosity.

This move scared the dark statue enough. Tentatively asked, "This sword god is related to my blackened Buddha?"

The sword-stepping man muttered, "Is this substance really unique to the blackened Buddha?"

Sensing that his presence had interfered with the fierce battle between the two, the sword-stepping man politely apologized: "I just look at these things a little strange, you continue to leave me alone." ”

Elder Hua tugged at the corners of his mouth, not hoping that a sword god would appear out of thin air to help. It's just that there is some pride in slandering the sword god, and he doesn't take the two of them seriously.

The pitch-black shrine statue was terrified, and the rippling sword qi alone could expel the black substance. Although the mind knows that it is not the origin of black matter. However, the ordinary Middle Five Realms definitely do not have such strength.

There was a trace of doubt in his heart, this sword god would not be a powerhouse of the Upper Five Realms, right? Seeing that his interest in black matter was extremely high, he was confused for a while.

Unwilling to give up at this time, Granny Hua, who had no shoots, tried to continue to bombard with black substance. didn't dare to use all his strength, and set aside his energy to guard against the sudden appearance of the sword god.

After a long time of painless and itchy comparison, the white-clothed sword god was still indifferent. The pitch-black statue became more and more bold, and the attack became more ferocious.

Inside the mansion, Xingzhen got rid of the siege of black matter in the style of Zhenhai. Since the fist can't hurt the other party, the only way to continue to fight again is to take out the sword, and the young man holds the sword to fight the girl in the wedding dress.

The ghost of the wedding dress was very surprised, and the warriors of the three realms could withstand the erosion of the soul by the black substance. Far beyond her imagination, she couldn't help but pay more attention to the sword-bearing boy.

I'm very confident in this skeleton of myself.,When I shot again,,Emphasis to the point of wrapping the fist with a black substance.。 It can be seen how highly the ghost of the wedding dress thinks highly of the punishment.

However, what the ghost in the wedding dress didn't expect was a powerful black heavy sword. Unexpectedly, the black substance wrapped around the fist was scattered, and the skeleton of the slap was sore, and a closer look could reveal tiny cracks.

Before he could react, the boy attacked again with his sword. Wave after wave, wave after wave. A strange young man, who has been fighting fiercely for a long time without seeing the loss of internal strength. Drink a few sips of the liquor in the gourd, but it is even more violent.

The old monk who has been paying attention to this side saw the embarrassment of the ghost in the wedding dress. In the midst of the flames, put your fingers together and slide gently. A pitch-black halberd broke through the ground, and the black mangs were cold.

"No!" Du Xiuzhen roared, and suddenly jumped out. Attacking the halberd with his body, the black mangs pierced through his shoulders.

Driven by the Du embroidery needle, the trajectory of the war halberd appeared a little remote. Rubbing Hu Qiugu's ears, his ears were divided into two by the strong wind.

Hu Qiugu wailed, and Su Qingyi hurriedly stepped forward to check. Du Xiuzhen glanced at it, and he didn't care about joining the battle circle with the old monk.

The placket of the tutor's clothes was stained with blood, and his face was bloodless and pale. At this time, the bright red at the corner of the mouth is particularly conspicuous and charming.

Originally, with the blessing of Su Qingyi's heroic righteousness, Du Xiuzhen and Xiaohong fought fiercely against the old monk and had a slight upper hand. At this time, Du Xiuzhen was injured, his strength was greatly reduced, and the balance of victory and defeat was tilted, between five and five.

The halberd fell into the hands of the ghost in the wedding dress, and the two pitch-black weapons collided one after another. Sparks splashed and flickered, and two figures shuttled through it.

The halberd swept, and the boy ducked back. The long flowing hair stood upside down, and the sharp halberd brushed the hair to eliminate a section. The leaning back Xingzhen kicked out with one leg and hit the chin of the ghost in the wedding dress.

The female ghost stumbled backwards continuously, and a fist pit appeared in the back of the heart. The unprepared wedding girl ghost was smashed squarely, and almost knocked her head off again.

The person who punched was Pu Gongling, who rushed to hear the sound, and his brother was in trouble, so he didn't have to talk nonsense.

The body is the parents of the hair and skin, so except for the monks, no one in the Sleepy Dragon Continent cuts their hair.

Xingzhen stabilized his body and looked at the strands of hair that had been erased. The hatred skyrocketed, but the mood was as calm as water. He took off the small gourd around his waist and poured a sip of spirits.

Then throw the gourd to Pu Gongling. Laughing: "Take a bite." ”

The latter understood what it meant, and during this period of time, Jingyuan was in deficit. The body is often weak for no reason, drink a sip of spirits to replenish internal strength, and face the enemy with a heyday posture and win a greater appearance.

Xing Zhen advised: "Be careful of the black substance, the erosion of the soul is weird and abnormal. With that, he threw out the blade and gave it to Pu Gongling.

Xingzhen was careful enough to know that his fists couldn't beat the hard bones of the ghost in the wedding dress. He has a punishment to use, and Pu Gongling also uses fists without weapons, and the Zimu blade is the only choice. 、

The latter is not pretentious, and simply takes over and is eager to try.

The punishment trembled slightly, and the young man's long sword swung slowly and leisurely, and his steps staggered. It seems to be lazy, but it is difficult to hide the wind hunting when the punishment is swinging.

Xingzhen's body swayed, shuttling through the black substance. Approaching the ghost of the wedding dress, the heavy sword wheel is powerful and heavy. This lord's style of play is special enough, others use swords and slashes, and the punishment is really used as a stick.

Pu Gongling had his own means, otherwise he would not have achieved results in the martial arts competition of the Great Lu Dynasty. Immediately afterwards, he used the blade as a fist if he didn't know how to use the knife. One left and one right do not play cards according to the routine, but the results are quite obvious.

I saw that after Xingzhen found out that punishment could scatter black substances, he became more and more like a fish in water. Fighting the halberd with fists, the two sides collapsed with their own merits.

The punishment that had cleared the black substance swept suddenly, and the female ghost in the wedding dress who met the enemy with one hand was caught off guard and was slapped on the shoulder again. Then the punishment did not leave the shoulder, and slammed it more than a dozen times until the shoulder blade was shattered.

The other hand of the girl in the wedding dress was entangled by Pu Gongling, and she couldn't be distracted to rescue, which was really bitter and unspeakable. In fact, the biggest mistake was to be beheaded by Xing Zhen and the puppy, so that his strength was greatly reduced, not as good as the original tenth-twelve.

There is also the hateful Changran man, looking at his sturdy body, he should be the type who dares to fight, and after the fight, the ghost of the wedding dress found out that he was wrong.

Hell, dare to fight, Changran man is as light as a swallow. You advance and I retreat, you retreat and I advance, which is more slippery than a fish in the water. I didn't dare to ignore the Zimu Blade, not long ago it cut off its own head, and the ghost of the wedding dress was vivid.

The ghost of the wedding dress looked at the old monk angrily, but her tone was unusually gentle: "Can you use more?"

The old monk in the flames smiled bitterly: "Master Wen, who has already offended, is dead left and right, what can I do." Kill one and don't lose, kill two and earn one, even if you use it. ”

After hearing this, the ghost in the wedding dress suddenly let out a gloomy smile. Then the ground shook, and the roar of the collapse of the house rang out one after another.

In less than three breaths, a few people entered and exited mansions comparable to those of small towns, and all the buildings collapsed one after another. The former opulence is gone, and it is in ruins as far as the eye can see.

New cracks are constantly appearing on the earth, as thin as an arm, and as thick as an entire human body. The staggered crisscrossing stretches endlessly, more like a mouthful of gaping mouths, waiting for food to enter.

The black material in the crack surged, and the stones and wood chips that fell into it turned into powder in an instant. Even the two stone lions at the main entrance of the mansion ceased to exist in an instant.

Majestic black matter overflowed, pouring towards the wedding maid ghost from all directions. The latter opened its mouth to suck the cow's drink, and after the belly, it condensed in the fleshless white bones.

The white bones gradually faded and replaced by pitch black, and the broken shoulder bones were replaced by a surging black substance.

The ghost of the wedding dress spoke, and a large piece of black substance erupted. The voice changed, not a single woman, but neither male nor female, sometimes coarse and sometimes shrill.

"You all deserve to die. ”