In a moment, the world returned to its original flow rate. It was only at www.biquge.info the same time that the two heads were spurted into the sky by the blood in their necks.

Looking at this scene, almost everyone lost the ability to speak for a while.

Fei'er's sword is so cruel and destructive, leaving no room for turn.

Ian swallowed deeply. It wasn't the first time he had seen Fei'er perform her ultimate killing swordsmanship, but even so, when the heads of the two high-ranking powerhouses flew up, he still couldn't hide the horror in his heart.

That's a high-level capable, there are only twelve in the Northern Regions, and the entire empire is only four or five hundred in the open and secret. It can be said that everyone is an absolute powerhouse on the side, and no one dares to take it lightly.

Such an existence was actually erased by the moment.

Although on the surface, it seems that Phil took advantage of the sneak attack. But Ian knew very well that even if these two superiors, whose names he still didn't know, were on guard, the outcome would definitely not change in the slightest. And the reason why she didn't directly end the lives of all enemies was not because she couldn't do it, but because she had an agreement with them at the beginning.

The two superiors are hers, and the rest of the miscellaneous fish are Ian's......

Why can Phil be so strong?

This was the biggest question that had always been on Ian's mind.

He also entered the Sword Saint realm with half a footstep and spent half a year in it. But it was precisely because of his understanding of this realm that he knew more clearly that even if he put his other foot into the door, he would definitely not reach such a level.

No, to be exact, this is no longer the level that the realm of the Sword Master can reach.

"That way?" Ian muttered in shock.

Among the members of the Black Scales Society, Colby was the first to come to his senses. At this moment, how could he not know that he and the others had encountered Ian's mentor, the legendary true Black Sword Saint!

He was as instinctively horrified as everyone else, but in a moment, the habit he had cultivated for many years forced him to forcibly suppress the panic in his heart and calm down.

He didn't dare to make any stops, and directly took advantage of the fact that before everyone could react, he turned into a shadow and quickly fled away from the ground, only shouting before leaving: "Run!" It was a tribute to his companions.

The few people who heard this shout suddenly became agitated and ran in all directions. They didn't expect that they would really be faster than the Juggernaut, they just hoped that the Juggernaut would chase other targets so that they could escape from the Ascension.

Ian, who had only reacted at this time, suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth, and asked Fei'er, "Why did you let them go." ”

"That's your job. Fei'er replied seriously: "These five are yours." ”

"I'm also confident in my speed, but I'm afraid I'll only be able to chase two at most. Ian said angrily after a little calculation.

"It's easy!" replied Phil as a matter of course. As soon as her words fell, in Ian's shocked gaze, the black trench coat on her body suddenly pulled out black filaments. These filaments are endless, as if they have no end, and they continue to stretch out in all directions, blending into the deep night.

Ian suppressed his surprise, took a closer look, and suddenly found that there was a real silk thread, which was clearly a tiny sword connected together.

"What is this?"

"Ian, you know what?" Phil turned her head to the side and said calmly, "My trench coat is not the same as yours. ”

Ian was stunned, he hurriedly looked at the familiar black trench coat on Fei'er's body, and suddenly felt that this dress was so unfamiliar at this moment.

Under Fei'er's deliberate appearance, he finally saw the true appearance of this trench coat.

It was a pitch-black blade, and countless tiny pitch-black blades were connected together, turning into black silk threads. These extremely sharp threads were woven together, and they were woven into a cloth as deep as night, but as soft as light gauze. Phil, the most clever tailor, cut and sewed together this unique piece of fabric, and thus this unique black trench coat came to the world.

"The heart is armed, this is the heart is armed. Ian's face was incomprehensible. He didn't expect that he had already seen the Mental Elephant Weapon four years ago, and it was on this girl who claimed to be a mortal swordsman. It's just that his vision is too clumsy, and it wasn't until the girl deliberately showed her magic that he really recognized this treasure.

"That's right. A hint of smugness flashed in Fei'er's eyes, and as her words fell, countless small blades that had been hidden in the night suddenly turned into pitch-black swords that Ian was very familiar with, and "grew" out of the void under the night sky.

In Ian's consciousness sublimated to the sky, countless black blades, through the starless and moonless night on the wasteland, began to patchwork and interweave under conditions that ordinary people could not perceive, turning into a curtain that covered everything, and enclosed all living beings and dead things within the curtain.

"Huh?"

In the Mission's camp, Picole, who was in charge of night duty, raised his head at this moment, and he frowned, feeling that this sky dome seemed to be faintly different from before. He hurriedly looked around and found that the rocky wasteland in the four fields was still faintly visible.

Not noticing anything unusual, he looked up again, looked at the night as dark and deep as before, and muttered, "Is it my delusion?"

At the same time, Ian also subconsciously raised his head.

At this time, he finally knew why he couldn't see any other wandering demons in the trial range except for the demon he was targeting.

The night above the sky is still dark and deep, but the nature of this night has long been completely different.

This is a canopy of heaven that is patched together and intertwined by countless night swords. As long as it is covered by this canopy, it is like being pointed directly at by the tips of countless sharp swords. Any prey enveloped by it will never escape this dead land.

As long as he thought that he was now shrouded in countless sharp swords, even though he knew that Fei'er could not use it against him, Ian still couldn't help but feel a palpitation.

In his mind, such power was already like a miracle. At this time, however, the author of this miracle did not seem to be satisfied.

Phil looked in the direction where Colby had fled first, and after a long silence, he turned his back as if to avoid Ian's sight, and made a slightly embarrassed sound.

“...... Ran one. (To be continued.) )