"Gaga, it's such a look, there are dozens of court lackeys who have died in my hands over the years, and most of them are looking at me with hatred, that feeling is really wonderful. The black-faced god elder's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs and a flickering sharp luster, like a ferocious demon beast, "My favorite thing to do is to watch you court lackeys die little by little, but it's a pity that the Great Elder ordered you to be killed, so that you can't enjoy the wonderful moment before death, which fills me with regret." ”

"To atone for my mistake, I will cut off your head and make an oil lamp and place it at the head of your bed. ”

The voice of the black-faced god was like a demonic sound, making people shudder, and his fingers slowly raised, and a black light spread on his fingertips, hovering like a poisonous snake, pointing towards the center of the old ghost's eyebrows.

'Poof!'

A bolt of lightning pierced the space, and the fierce sword qi suddenly burst out, tearing through the air, like a terrifying spatial rift, erupting with terrifying power fluctuations, slashing towards the fingers. If the black-faced god didn't withdraw his fingers, he would inevitably be cut off by a sword, and he had no choice but to clench his palms and turn them into fists, blasting out a terrifying force that met the sword qi that shot fiercely.

With a 'boom', a terrifying force erupted, knocking the black-faced god into the air, and his face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot, became even darker, and flames erupted from his eyes, and his mouth opened, revealing his sharp fangs, as if he was a beast that had been robbed of its prey, and he looked furious.

The old ghost was picked up, and the lonely and cold eyes of the deputy inspector 'Yijian Huan Huanglong' showed relief and comfort, and his ears were attached to the old ghost's wriggling lips, and he seemed to use his last strength to say a few words with difficulty.

"Blue Lotus City...... Blood Sacrifice ...... Blood Desire Sect ......"

"Don't worry, the Inspector will only be able to send an army to arrive, and he will definitely rescue the living people in Lianqing City, as well as those frantic miscellaneous people, one by one will be sent to the Senluo Ghost Palace!" said in a low voice, as if he had gotten the answer he wanted, and used all his strength to slightly curl the corners of his mouth, his smile of relief had not yet fully bloomed, his mind was crooked, and he had no breath.

Gently put the corpse of the old ghost on the ground, and when he raised his head, it was like a sword's gaze, sharp piercing through the air, and the terrifying aura shot straight into the eyes of the black-faced god, lonely and sorrowful, word by word, and said coldly: "I will cut off your head with my own hands, make it into a wine glass, and enshrine it in front of the tomb of this brother of the guard." ”

"I've killed so many lackeys of the court, and I've never killed a ground-level grandmaster, so I'll open it for you today. ”

The black-faced god's legs slammed on the ground, and a heavy force spread up along his legs, and his already tall body swelled in a circle, turning into a giant with a height of more than two and a half meters, his whole body was wrapped in earthy yellow hard earth and stone armor, and the ground shook slightly when he stepped on it.

The black-faced god is the abandoned son of the folk woman in the mountain, but he was touched by the great elder, who wanted to refine the essence of blood and qi, but found that he had a different talent, had a fairly good fit with the leylines, and could absorb the power of the earth, the power was infinite, and the armor made of rocks was indestructible.

Compared to the tall giant, Lonely Sorrow was like a thin child, with high and bulging arms, almost reaching his waistline. However, there was no fear in Lonely Sorrow's eyes, all of them were cold killing intent, perhaps in the entire career of a killer, he had never been so eager to kill an enemy.

"Flying sand and rocks!"

The black-faced god, who was more than two and a half meters tall, came on a rampage, like a heavy tank, leaving large craters on the ground wherever it passed. With the wave of his hands, countless sand and gravel turned into terrifying bullets, and the sound of whistling by made people's hearts tremble.

"One Breath Sword!"

The sharp tip of the sword was a little in the air, and the invisible sword qi turned into a violent wind under the storm, surging up, rising into the air, and then after reaching the peak, it was like a wind dragon that plunged down, turning into an impenetrable rain curtain. The flying sand and rocks that shot from the sky were instantly crushed into powder, forming a long sandstorm that almost swallowed the heavens and the earth.

"Boom!"

The black-faced god's furious body suddenly bombarded the position where Lonely Chou was standing just now, and the terrifying power suddenly blasted out a large crater, and cracks like spider webs spread out in all directions. Sadly, however, the target is no longer there.

"Sword Intent!"

The cold voice full of murderous intent suddenly came from behind him, and a bright lightning bolt actually pierced through the thick rock armor and pierced into the body of the black-faced god, and blood spurted out, staining the earthy yellow armor red.

"Damn little worm, you dare to hurt my body, it makes me feel pain, I'm going to tear your body to pieces. The black-faced god roared loudly, waving his thick granite arms, and slammed into the back, the dull crackling sound made the air vibrate violently, and the seemingly terrifying power did not hurt the loneliness in the slightest.

As an Assassin, you need to miss a single blow and escape hundreds of meters away, so as to better damage your opponents and kill your enemies while ensuring your own safety.

The black-faced god behaved like a stupid black bear, looking powerful and capable of destroying everything, but under the lonely and sorrowful hands, he had no power to fight back. On the contrary, the seemingly solid rock armor was wounded one by one by the terrifying sword intent, and the blood flowed, making it even more angry.

However, with the help of the black-faced god protected by the earth, the defense is very strong, and the sword is one of the most powerful professions in attack, and the loneliness of being good at the 'kendo method' is even more incisive and extreme in the assassin's killing path, and if other earth-level grandmasters are stabbed with so many swords, I am afraid that they will have already been injured and killed on the spot. But the black-faced god is not too seriously injured, and it will take a lot of effort to kill him.

"Who dares to disturb Qinghe County, and he will not be killed!"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout in the distance, like a thunderbolt, and a golden figure galloped like lightning, and a group of knights behind him, with four hooves spreading black Yan, the speed was only behind the golden figure, and it rushed over.

"The black-faced god is back. ”

Like a basin of cold water poured down, the angry mind suddenly cooled down, and the black-faced god fell to Lianqingcheng without saying a word, obviously obeying the words of the great elder, and the great elder also saw that strong reinforcements had arrived, and he was afraid that the black-faced god would be besieged, once he was trapped, he would undoubtedly lose a powerful combat power, if rescued, the defense of Lianqingcheng would definitely drop a lot, and what loopholes might be left.

For the Great Elder, the most important thing now is not to kill or injure the enemy, but to delay time, as long as the defense of Lianqing City is impregnable, wait until the Young Sect Master's blood sacrifice is completed and achieve the Heavenly Rank, these enemies are not fleeting, and they will be destroyed at will.

"Want to go, or leave something behind!"

The loneliness of the 'One Sword Huan Yellow Dragon' vividly shows the assassin's sophistry, and the sound is like a gust of wind, fluttering and spreading, making people unpredictable.