The second type, the third type, the fourth style, the fifth type................... all of them are looking at the cold moon disciple in front of them in shock, and now that he has entered the demon, he can still swing such a powerful knife momentum, which makes people's hearts feel a sense of decline, and there are talented people in the country.

The eighth type, the previous several knives were blocked by the destruction of the ghost face, it depends on the situation of the last key three knives, if the tiger is invincible in ten blows, everyone is concerned, ready to be the most powerful breath, ready to cut into the battlefield at any time.

"As long as you are too weak, how can the destruction of the world lose to you. The ghost face sneered, and the powerful sword intent turned into one, and there was only one style, that is, the incomparable ghost slash, blocking all of Huzi's several sword momentums, which was really domineering.

The eighth type forced the ghost face into danger, but it was difficult to hurt him, the ninth type waved in an instant, and the tiger broke at this moment has turned into a demon, and it is difficult to distinguish clearly, what does the dark demon energy represent, and it continues to attack the ghost face like this.

Not to be outdone in the hands of the ghost face, the "Ghost Lie-Shocking Flood" destroyed the world, and changed the sword momentum of the ghost lie's slash again, and suddenly turned into an endless wail and rose, and the swampy land also trembled with the giant battle between the two.

A loud sound of "boom" sounded, and the blow of the two was evenly matched at one time, making everyone's sweat rain, the two of them were too strong to hit this part, and the tiger had already stepped into the ground, and the power of using the Netherworld Ten Strikes must still be before, but he couldn't beat the ghost face for a long time, which was enough to see how strong the ghost face's cultivation was.

"Ten Blows"

Huzi's whole body is heroic, and all the demonic qi is a little bit of form at this moment, so that everyone can clearly see what the black qi is transformed into, that is, a word, a pitch-black ancient word - kill.

"Oni Warrior"

The ghost face gathered the two different moves together, like three knives, at this moment the powerful evil qi kept emerging, and an ancient killing word also appeared in the air, these two knives seemed to be born for killing, and even the breath was so consistent.

The two words "kill" trembled violently in the air at this moment, and the billowing black gas spread endlessly, and everyone was forced to retreat and fly out of a distance of more than ten zhang to avoid the impact of the cold air.

The rolling killing intent kept rising, and this swampy place, which was already a place of death, suddenly lost its breath at this moment, and it was like this existence on this vicissitudes of life. Powerful black qi kept pouring out, making it difficult for everyone's eyes to pass through this materialized aura, just like seeing a wide pitch-black high wall.

Everyone's hearts were extremely nervous, and the powerful two had already volatilized all the sword momentum, and now the outcome was unpredictable, and they didn't know the scene in the field.

The faint black gas gradually dispersed, and the two figures slowly faded in the black gas, allowing people to clearly see the scene in the field.

Huzi gasped for breath, the black mangs of the tiger in his hand disappeared a lot, the whole person's face was pale, there was no trace of demonization, this was the first time he wielded the Netherworld Ten Strikes to appear such a scene, could it be out of strength?

I saw that the black qi on the ghost face's whole body kept rising, and the powerful world-destroying body was red, not only absorbing the black qi around him little by little, but also being crystal clear, and the bursts of evil qi were still lingering.

Everyone suddenly understood, in addition to being surprised, they also admired the powerful cultivation of the ghost face, and it was also the first time that Huzi used the Netherworld Ten Blows to be completely blocked, and it was not damaged at all, even Wen Chong had to admire the strength of the ghost face, you must know that when he fought with the ancient Shura, Huzi's knife was never weak, and Shura was hit hard, so that everyone escaped from death, and now the ghost face not only has no scars, but the breath is getting stronger and stronger, making everyone feel a sense of loneliness.

"Hmph, Lord of the Blade, you don't deserve to live in this world, you go and die. The ghost face quickly pounced towards the tiger, and the red world burst out with dazzling red light at this moment, making people suddenly fall into a blood-colored world.

Everyone was shocked at the same time, how could the tiger at the moment resist the killing machine of the ghost face, all the people were stunned, their eyes were demented, and only one figure moved, not only moved, but also came extremely fast.

The two forces of Xuan Gong quickly converged on his body, and bursts of yin and yang power kept rising, lighting up his entire body with two rays of light.

"Wen Chong. Hongyue only came back to her senses at this moment, but she had already seen Wen Chong's figure blocking Huzi's body, without a trace of fear, without a trace of hesitation, she protected Huzi like this.

The ghost's momentum did not pause, and a powerful red light flashed, making it impossible to tell whether it was the sword body or the energy, and any picture became blurred, only a blood light gushed out, and that was so real.

Wen Chong's chest had been stabbed heavily by the destruction of the world, blood and water flew up in the sky, he endured the pain with difficulty, and did not retreat a step, the strength of his whole body had been urged to the extreme, and a power of yin and yang struck out.

"Reverse chaos - yin and yang. ”

Wen Chong gathered all the remnants of the sword qi that Huzi had just left, and the powerful mind kept urging the convergence of energy, he had to withstand this blow, otherwise he and Huzi would be splashed with blood on the spot and die in the hands of this world-destroying sword.

All the sword qi was controlled by Wen Chong, and the powerful sword just now was displayed at one time, and it was heavily blocked in front of Wen Chong's body, Wen Chong only felt a burst of relief, and the powerful thrust pushed him and Huzi both of them dozens of zhang away before stopping.

Ghost Face also withdrew his knife and stopped attacking, looking at the two of them coldly, not knowing what they were thinking.

Huzi suddenly came back to his senses and hurriedly asked, "Wen Chong, how are you?"

Wen Chong didn't speak, his face was pale and half kneeling on the pitch-black ground, his face was full of pain, and blood and water kept gushing out, no matter how the Xuan Gong worked, it was difficult to stop, and it seemed that he was deeply injured.

Everyone also quickly flew to Wen Chong's side, and Xiaolong Shiya was tightly guarded in front of everyone, afraid that the ghost face would attack again.

Wen Chong's face became more and more pale, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and everyone's hearts were anxious, and they kept conveying true qi to him.

"Don't give me luck. Wen Chong said with the last trace of words, without any sound, just holding the huge bloody mouth tightly with both hands, and the pain continued to spread on his body.

"What's wrong?" Hongyue said anxiously, she was so badly injured, why she couldn't lose her anger with him, which also made everyone wonder.

"You still listen to him. Ghost Face said coldly.

Only then did everyone stop their hands and no longer convey breath to Wen Chong, only to see that Wen Chong's Xuan Gong also stopped running, blood kept gushing out, and the pain in the whole body made people feel heartache when they saw it.

"Wen Chong, Wen Chong, don't scare me, I'm Huzi, how are you hurt?" Huzi's eyes were already moist, and at this moment, seeing that the man in front of him was so badly injured, he had never had such fear in his heart, he knew that Wen Chong's injury this time was indeed different from usual, he was afraid, he was very afraid.

Wen Chong didn't speak, just closed his eyes tightly, lonely savoring the heart-rending pain, which had surpassed everyone's imagination, like a poisonous snake constantly wandering away from his body, making his blood congade, and forever stopped pulsating.

"What the hell did you do to him?" the little dragon roared, unusually angry, looking at the ghost face deadly.

"He was dying. Ghost Face said coldly.