In a large canyon on the border of Dongzhou, there is a jungle on the cliffs all around, but at this time of year, there are still some dead vines and bald trees, and few leaves are still there.

A bitter cold wind blew all the way down the canyon, causing a group of people to shiver. People hurriedly tightened their sleeves, and a middle-aged swordsman sighed softly, "This wind makes people's bones cold. It's all this season, why is it still so cold?"

"Are you afraid of the cold at your age?" Murakami laughed.

"Don't make fun of me, Murakami swordmaster, I'm not as imposing as you. ”

"Hahaha," Murakami laughed, "it looks like you still need to practice." However, Murakami unconsciously wrapped his sleeves, and then said: "This wind is indeed a little cold!"

"Let's go, the people of the temple should be waiting for us right in front. The Quanlong Palm Sword Master urged.

A group of more than a dozen people continued to walk briskly along the canyon.

After the crowd, a dragonfly-shaped white paper gently landed on a dead branch on the canyon cliff, observing the movement below, and after a while, it flew up from the dead branch, against the wind, and flew forward with difficulty, closely following the crowd......

Not long after Murakami and the others continued to walk forward, the scene in front of them suddenly changed dramatically. It was found that the trees on both sides of the canyon had all turned black and emitted a black mist.

"What the hell is going on?" everyone looked at the scene in front of them, and they were all shocked.

This was caused by the apostles. A man dressed in a temple-specific robe walked over and said with a frown.

"Apostles?", "Apostles can have such dangerous abilities!", "Incredible. The swordsman was talking.

At this moment, four more people wearing the black robes of the temple walked towards here, all of them looked young, no more than thirty years old, in stark contrast to the age of the swordsman here.

"I'm He Sui of the Divine Temple, and we've been waiting here for a long time!" said the inheritor who appeared first.

"I'm the Spring Dragon Sword Master of the Imperial Sword Ridge. ”

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After some pleasantries, the two parties got to know each other a little.

"Not far further is the exit of the canyon, where is the Dongzhou Kingdom. He Sui said.

"How's it going?"

"As you can see, the entire Dongzhou Kingdom has become a place of death that exudes a black aura. After the apostle absorbed the power of the apostle, his strength has changed, and I am afraid that this time it will be difficult for us to cope with it alone. He Sui's words revealed a hint of worry.

"This time, all the young swordsmen of our Imperial Sword Ridge have come out, so there shouldn't be a problem. A swordsman said.

"In our personal strength, I am afraid that we are less than one-tenth of the apostles. "He Sui.

"But there are twenty of us here, and I heard that there will be people on the front line with the Grim Reaper, so many people, no matter how strong the apostles are, they will not be able to defeat us. ”

"A person with the power of two people can definitely defeat two people in a fight with two people with the power of two, and the strength is definitely not as simple as one plus one equals two. And the battle line with the Grim Reaper has always been an old enemy, and no one can say what the situation is. ”

"Anyway, let's go to Dongzhou Kingdom first. Quanlong said.

So the group continued on their way, and soon walked out of the canyon and came to a grassland.

After walking for a short time, a swordsman found a figure crawling not far away, and when he looked closer, he found that it was a person who had fled here, but was still robbed of his life, and saw that the person's skin was pitch black and there was a black mist on his body. A swordsman examined the corpse a little, and found that its whole body was stiff and there was no scar, and the dust on its back should have been dead for a long time, but the corpse was not decomposed at all.

As they continued walking, they found that such corpses were scattered all over the grassland. Looking around, it seems that they are the only living creatures here.

Murakami looked up at the sky and saw that the sun was unusually dim, and the scene here didn't look like it was on this continent at all. They seem to have come to another world.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and I saw the white clouds in the sky moving rapidly like flowing water, quickly hiding the originally dim sun. Everyone noticed the abnormality and immediately shrank together, vigilantly observing the situation around them.

Murakami inadvertently looked down at his feet, and found that the dead grass on the ground was swinging against the previous wind direction, and the wind direction on the ground had changed somehow.

"It's ......" an ominous premonition hits Murakami's heart.

Murakami looked into the distance, only to see rolling black clouds suddenly appear at the junction of heaven and earth in the distance.

Then, the wind changed direction again, and it became stronger and stronger, and a few dead grasses could not withstand the ravages of the strong wind, and then broke off and flew backwards with the wind.

"Boom!" a thunderclap came from the black clouds, and everyone was shocked.

"Is it a storm? But I've never seen such a dark cloud. ”

The black clouds moved extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they had already narrowed half the distance to everyone, and the sky was getting darker and darker.

When the black cloud was less than a kilometer away from everyone, everyone saw that it was not a cloud at all, but a black fog from the ground to the sky, enveloping the whole world.

"Everyone use the medium qi to protect the body, don't let the black mist erode the body. Quanlong immediately shouted.

Then, the black fog swept in, and the sky was completely dark, and I couldn't see my fingers. And they were lost in the black mist. Soon the wind stopped, as if someone had deliberately blown this black fog here.

Everyone's eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness, and five faint purple lights lit up from the crowd, none other than the five sword masters of the Imperial Sword Ridge. The purple qi was like a halo of light enveloping the five people, and it was particularly conspicuous in the black mist.

The others also lit up with halos of various colors, but they were much dimmer compared to the five.

"Is everyone alright?" said Izumi.

"It's fine. ”...... People replied.

At this moment, a scream suddenly came from the crowd.

The people searched for a voice, and found that a swordsman had been pierced in the stomach and fell to the ground.

Then there was another scream, and another person fell. At this time, everyone faintly heard a low roar in the black fog, and countless black shadows shuttled through the black fog, flashing by.

Just as everyone panicked, a swordsman shouted, "It's the corpse just now!" ”

Everyone looked at the swordsman who spoke, only to see that he had plunged his sword into the chest of a black figure, and that he had been stabbed through the heart with the palm of the corpse.

"Who's that, are you alright?" Murakami shouted, but forgot the name of the swordsman.

The swordsman spat out a mouthful of blood and sighed in a low voice, "Please, don't forget it at this time!" After speaking, he closed his eyes.

The black corpse pulled out its palm, drew the sword that the swordsman had stuck in its chest, and fled into the black mist in the distance with a roar.

Seeing that the swordsman fell, Murakami immediately pulled out the long sword on his back. At this time, a pitch-black corpse on the ground suddenly reached out and grabbed Murakami's calf, and Murakami could feel the power of that hand. He quickly swung his sword and cut off the arm, while controlling the air sword and piercing the corpse's head. Another black corpse flashed in his vision, and Murakami immediately chased after it with a roar of rage, splitting it in half with a single sword. In this way, Murakami kept chasing the black corpse, and unknowingly separated from the others. Moreover, in the black fog, it was impossible to distinguish the direction, and Murakami couldn't find his way back at all.

Since it was difficult to see the enemy, the swordsmen and inheritors could not pursue them.

At this time, Quanlong thought that if he gathered everyone together and used the sweeping sword qi to slash around, even if he couldn't see the enemy clearly, he could destroy them all. So, Quanlong shouted, "Everyone gather in a circle. ”

Everyone immediately understood, and they all leaned towards the spring dragon. The eight swordsmen gathered in a circle, and except for Murakami, the rest of the people were all hiding in the circle.

Listening to Quanlong's command, the eight swordsmen slashed sharply at the fan-shaped area at a certain angle in front of them. The sword qi pierced through the black mist and flew in all directions, and countless wails rang out, and everything that stood was cut in half.

In the distance, Murakami was chasing a black shadow, and suddenly, a sword aura slashed from his waist, and Murakami immediately blocked it with a knife in front of him, dodging a catastrophe.

"What are these guys doing, trying to kill me?" Murakami yelled angrily.

However, at this time, the black fog suddenly dissipated. Murakami looked around, and the entire grassland was covered with black bodies cut in half.

In the distance, a group of people stood together, and when they saw that everyone was still there, Murakami breathed a sigh of relief, and then ran towards everyone.

However, halfway through, Murakami sensed that something was wrong, the black fog had cleared, but everyone remained motionless.

"What happened?"

Murakami sped up and ran, but when he got closer, he was startled, everyone's skin was blackened, and they became corpses like the ground.

At this time, in the circle, five figures walked out of the gap, and they were the five inheritors. It's just that their skin is black and white for a while, and their eyes are fierce.

"There was even a fish that slipped through the net. He Sui said.

"What did you do? Why did everyone die?"

"Yo, small human, I'm going to bring the whole world under my rule in no time!" He Sui's voice suddenly changed, and it became very scary.

"You're an apostle?"

"Before you came, I controlled these five people. They were busy killing the corpses just now, and we took the opportunity to sneak up on them from behind. How's it going, this show for you guys is okay, isn't it......?"

Murakami glanced at the swordsmen again, and immediately became angry, and then roared, turning into hundreds of qi swords and shooting at the five people.

However, the air sword that flew out was suddenly blocked by the same air sword. Murakami fixed his eyes and found that it was the blackened Izumi Ryu who stood up and took the move with the same move.

Murakami was shocked, and soon, not only Izumi Ryu, but all the other swordsmen also stood opposite Murakami.

"How about it, are you going to fight with so many people?" He Sui said with a laugh.

"Damn!" Murakami saw that the situation was not good, put away his sword, and immediately turned and fled. Murakami fled seriously, the speed was also unusually fast, and in the blink of an eye, the distance of thousands of meters was widened, and after a while, only a little bit of its figure could be seen between heaven and earth.

"Want to escape?"

The rear Quanlong controls the long sword in his hand, aiming at Murakami's figure, and continuously injects energy into the long sword, until the long sword shines throughout, at this time, Quanlong waved his fingers, only to see the long sword flying straight out, because the speed is too fast, its sword body looks like it has been pulled into a bright white light, one end is connected to the spring dragon, and the other extends to Murakami's figure.

In just an instant, the sword passed through Murakami, and Murakami fell to the ground. Soon, the sword returned to Quanlong's hand, and the tip of the sword was still dripping with blood.

Seeing this scene, He Sui turned around and walked away with the other blackened people.

However, just as the blackened man controlled by the apostle turned around and at the end of his vision, Murakami got up and staggered back towards the canyon.

A paper dragonfly flew out of the canyon and landed on Murakami's shoulder......