The earthquake caused by the giant sword slashing to the ground spread to the other circles, shocking everyone in the other circles. However www.biquge.info the shadow of the earthquake had not yet been waved, and there was a terrifying roar, which was powerful and powerful, but it was not like a human sound, which made everyone tremble.

At this time, no matter what these people were doing, whether they wanted to kill or be killed, they all paused to look at the source of the sound because of this roar, as if they were looking at a fan.

The black figure roared for a long time before stopping, staring at the black-faced maker, stretching out its scarlet tongue and licking its lips with a bloodthirsty look.

"Oh, he's not dead yet!" said the black-faced maker, his eyes closed, the corners of his mouth raised, as if he were sneering deeply in his heart. Suddenly, her eyes suddenly widened, her eyes were bloodshot, and she shouted frantically, "Then fight until you die!"

"Wipe out!"

The black-faced maker shouted, raised his sword with both hands, and the surrounding Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi quickly swung out of the short sword, instantly condensing into a hundred-zhang giant sword that was close to the substance. With a sense of severing everything, the Baizhang giant sword slashed down at the black figure.

The black figure didn't dodge or dodge, and rushed towards the black-faced maker as always. In the blink of an eye, a hundred giant swords descended on his head. Just when everyone thought he would be slashed by the greatsword again and smashed into the ground again, he did something incredible.

Facing the upcoming Baizhang Giant Sword, the black figure waved a black fist, and a layer of black fireworks burned on the fist. A punch met it and directly bombarded the blade of the sword. Only a muffled sound of metal was heard. The black figure's fist actually knocked the giant sword back and cracked the giant sword, while the black figure's fist was only a faint scar.

"What!" Everyone present couldn't believe their eyes, such a shocking sword was actually hit by the fist of the black figure...... There were cracks in the rebound, and those fists were still fists? An incredible expression, hidden under every black and white mask.

Qing Shui and the Great Elder also had incredible expressions, and they were speechless.

As the greatsword was knocked back, the Blackface Maker took a few steps back.

"Die!" the black-faced maker shouted, swinging his bounced greatsword again and slashing at the black figure. As a result, I don't know if the black-faced maker was in a state of confusion, and he actually deviated from the direction and was nearly ten feet away from the black figure. The giant sword slashed to the ground, slashing the ground into a crack as huge as a ray of sky.

"Danger!" everyone present couldn't help but worry about her when they saw the monster-like black figure approaching the black-faced maker of the human.

The black-faced maker was missing a corner of his mask, revealing a slightly raised corner of his mouth.

"Ten thousand swords!" the black-faced maker shouted, throwing the short sword in his hand upward. The dagger floated in the air, and then sword shadows began around it. In the blink of an eye, it was surrounded by swords, and these swords blocked half of the sky, as if ten thousand swords were coming together.

"Go!" The black-faced maker pointed at the black figure, and suddenly ten thousand swords surged towards the black figure like a surge as if they had received an order, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the black figure, burying the black figure in it in an instant.

The people present, including the black-faced maker, didn't know what was going on with the black figure in the Ten Thousand Swords Tide, and only heard the continuous "flat snapping" symphony of weapons.

Suddenly, several strong storms forcibly dispersed the tide of ten thousand swords, and it was a claw wind swung by a black figure.

Wan Jian seemed to have become conscious, and after exiting the scope of the storm, he flew towards the black figure again, looking like he was not dying. Now the black figure was annoyed again, and the swords were like flies, driving away and flying back. As he continued to swing out of the storm, he sent out wind blades one after another, and the sword that touched the wind blade was instantly cut off.

The black-faced maker saw that there were swords constantly being cut off by the wind blade, and shouted, "Ten thousand swords are one!"

With the shouts of the black-faced maker, all the swords began to gather around her, and every ten swords fused together, ten thousand into a thousand, a thousand into a hundred, a hundred into ten, ten into one. Such a complex process was unbelievably completed in the blink of an eye, and ten thousand swords fused into one sword that was twice as large as the "Ten Thousand Annihilation Slash". If it is just a matter of getting bigger, it becomes meaningless, and the biggest difference between "Ten Thousand Swords to One" and "Ten Thousand Annihilations" is that the distribution of power is different. The power of "Ten Thousand Swords" is mainly distributed at the single blade, while the power of "Ten Thousand Swords to One" is mainly distributed in the tip of the sword. That is to say, "Ten Thousand Slashes" is slashing, and "Ten Thousand Swords to One" is stabbing. As the volume increases, the strength also increases tenfold.

The huge sword is as unstoppable as riding the wind and waves. The people present thought that the black-faced maker would be able to "wipe out everything" was already very powerful, but they didn't have such an anti-heaven move that there was a second move, and the second move was even more powerful than the first move. This caused the people present to slowly and involuntarily worship the Black Mask Maker from their shocked emotions, and they were looking forward to the Black Mask Maker's next move. In this moment, the black-faced maker seemed to be a god. On the contrary, the black figure is a demon or a ghost.

The Great Elder was right, the black figure would not dodge at all, but would only blindly meet it. In the face of the giant sword, the black figure also punched, and just like just now, the fist burned with black mana fireworks.

The tip of the giant sword was like slicing tofu, piercing the black mana fireworks, stabbing at the black fist. The black figure felt one of the fingers of his fist be broken by the greatsword, and let out a roar of pain, hurriedly withdrawing his fist. However, he withdrew his fist, and the greatsword did not retract, and stabbed straight into his chest. At this time, the tip of the giant sword was already close to his chest, and even if he wanted to, there was no time to dodge. At this critical moment, he pierced through the wind shield on the giant sword with both hands, and tightly grasped the tip of the sword, blocking the dangerous sword. At this moment, he seemed to have a consciousness, and understood that if he was stabbed in the chest by the giant sword, then it was inevitable that he would die.

The direction of the giant sword remained unchanged, and it flew straight with a black figure, its speed was extremely fast, and after a while, it was fast enough to fly to the edge of the circle.

With a "bang", the body of the black figure slammed into the magic circle. The circle has the effect of preventing people from escaping, and the body of the black figure hits the circle as if it were hitting a wall. The power of the giant sword continued unabated, and it stabbed at the black figure fiercely, as if it was going to crush him to death against the wall of the magic circle.

"Roar!!" The black figure let out an unwilling roar, his hands were slowly pressed down, and the tip of the giant sword was about to touch his chest.

At this time, in the sky outside the circle, two people suddenly appeared. A young man with a beautiful mole on the left side of his face, and an old man wearing a black and white Tai Chi mask. And after seeing the two of them in the two Rare Heaven Realms here, they were already there, and then hurriedly came to the two of them and saluted respectfully.

"Kill the Emperor! Great Elder!" the two Rare Heaven Realms saluted the two of them so respectfully, even if the people around them had never seen the Killing Emperor and the Great Elder before, they knew the identities of the two of them at this point.

"Kill the Emperor!Great Elder!" everyone stepped forward and saluted.

Qing Shui and the Great Elder didn't reply, and the people around didn't dare to say anything, so they quietly waited for the two of them to give their orders.

Qing Shui's eyes were very sharp, and he immediately found the black figure that was "nailed" to the magic circle by the giant sword, and came directly to the back of the black figure.

"You continue to watch the circle here, don't worry about us. The Great Elder commanded everyone, and after speaking, he disappeared in front of everyone's eyes. When he reappeared, he had already come to the side of Qingshui.

Is that the Killing Emperor and the Great Elder? Everyone's eyes emitted a blazing light, and it was a look of infinite worship. Although they are in a vicious circle, they also have a sense of adoration for powerful people. For them, the two people at the top of the pyramid of Killinggate are the people they admire the most.

The black figure had no idea that there were two people standing behind him, and all his energy was spent on how to stop the oppression of the greatsword.

Qing Shui looked at the back of the black figure, and no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see Lan Lingmu's figure. At this time, the giant sword pressed against the chest of the black figure, and the tip of the sword pierced his sternum, and black blood slowly flowed out. The black figure gritted its teeth and resisted with all its might, without shouting a word of pain.

The Great Elder on the side was a little worried and looked at Qing Shui. Qing Shui also understood the danger that the black figure was in, and used his fingers to look at the black figure through the magic circle. A ray of cyan light shot out along Qing Shui's fingers, through the magic circle, through the black figure's body, and into the giant sword.

Suddenly, the giant sword slowly shrank, and at the same time, the black figure felt the pressure from the sword gradually decrease. Eventually, the greatsword returned to its original dagger size, and the power of oppression disappeared.

The black figure pulled the short sword out of its chest, and the wound on its chest squirmed rapidly. After a while, the wound was gone. The black figure held the short sword in one hand, scratched his head, and his blood-red eyes kept staring at the short sword, looking strange. Then he roared madly, squeezed it hard, and directly broke the short sword in half, and then went to seek revenge on the black-faced maker.

Looking at the black figure to go back for revenge, Qingshui has no joy or sorrow. At this moment, he didn't know what his mood was, a little sad, a little confused, and a little melancholy. Maybe he couldn't find any shadow of Qianyue or Lan Lingmu from the black figure, so he was a little melancholy!

"Alas!" Qing Shui sighed.

"Gongzi, should we go with him?" The Great Elder looked at the black figure who had disappeared (to see the latest serial chapter, please go to "Blood Becomes a Demon"-Moon Worry-Xuanfan-Starting Point Chinese.com.)

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