"That's it! I just saw it, and he did it!" Seven or eight tall men with weapons in their arms rushed up at the bottom of the stairs, and it was obvious that their target was the man in the black robe.

And the person who spoke was the man in the black uniform in the gravel hotel.

"Dare to kill someone in the gravel hotel, I think you're so tired!" he held a huge double-edged axe in his hand, and it was clear from his movements that he was not a creator but a warrior.

The corner of the red-haired mouth smiled slightly, he was not obliged to remind the reckless man how dangerous the other party was, on the contrary, he was worried about the lack of one or two cannon fodder to test the opponent's strength!

A group of people unceremoniously surrounded him, none of them seemed to be creators, otherwise they would have thought more about it because they felt the terrifying dark energy in each other's bodies.

I saw a knife, a sword, a stick and an axe, dancing directly towards the black-robed man, they didn't have the fake Sven of a scholar, or they had to be real swords and guns if they didn't move.

But can their attacks really cause damage to the other side? This is naturally impossible.

Just as the weapons in their hands touched each other, those weapons seemed to be pulled by a powerful suction, and even if they exerted all the strength of their bodies, they couldn't move a single bit.

The redhead stood on a plate and took a deep breath, ordinary people naturally can't see it, but he can see it very clearly, those black tentacles seem to be really alive, and each one of them grabs those weapons to prevent them from getting close.

At the same time, the lower end of each tentacle is a cloud of pitch-black energy, like a split of the tentacle. Slowly uplifted.

"Oh my God, what did he do, how could he have such a possible power!" said Redhead with a look of surprise on his face, and the others behind him were stunned by the scene.

The pitch-black energy that splits out. Like a spike, the pitch-black energy inserted into the bodies of those strong men sucked something from his body one by one. It's just the blink of an eye, and those men who were originally strong men turned into skinny and skinny, not to mention how scary they are.

Their lives came to an end with the sound of their weapons sliding to the ground.

The man in black uniform, who was still arrogant, was suddenly frightened, although he was not a creator, he could still see the black spikes.

He had seen the strength of those strong men, not to mention ordinary people, even some low-level creators could live a few tricks. But in front of this black-robed man, he was directly killed like a baby.

"Monster, monster!" he wasn't a fool. If you don't run away when you see this scene, are you waiting for the other party to kill you?

It's just that he doesn't understand that if a really strong man wants to kill, then it's useless to escape, a cloud of pitch-black energy is like a thug, directly enveloping him in it, and with a miserable scream, his life has also come to an end.

"What kind of power is this?" the redhead muttered to himself.

The man with the giant shield beside him was not like him, but he laughed in the face of such a terrifying power. His hand slapped heavily on the redhead's shoulder.

"Are you scared? All he is doing is some rough stone skills! With me and you, are you afraid of this guy?" Hearing his words, the others around him also relaxed a lot.

After all, in terms of the release of power, the other party is only at the level of a level 5 creator. And there is more than one level 5 creator on his side, not to mention a level 6 creator.

Redhead thought for a moment and laughed too. It seems that I was really too careful. What the other party greets can only be known if they have really exchanged hands, and it is useless to guess blindly here.

A scorching burst of energy erupted within him. The walls around him were also flushed red against the energy he burst out, as his energy exploded. Everyone knows that this battle is inevitable.

Although the redhead is careful, he is also a belligerent person, and he generally does not fight, but as long as he starts, it is impossible to end in peace. So everyone who knew him in Shama City gave him the nickname Red Wolf.

With a flick of his arm, a crimson flame appeared in front of the black-robed man, and he did so to warn the other party that if he overtook it, he wouldn't be talking nonsense with him.

Leng Wushuang stood aside, and when he felt the blazing energy, he suddenly became a lot more relieved, with a level 6 creator to protect them, it can be said that President Luffy is still very attentive.

But Xiaohu still showed a vigilant expression, although Leng Wushuang couldn't talk to Xiaohu, but she knew more about Xiaohu than sacrifice, Xiaohu hadn't done this when she was in the Mo family before, which made Leng Wushuang have to be careful.

With a loud bang, a terrifying wave directly knocked the wall out of a huge hole, and the more than ten attribute energies that were still rising were suddenly gone.

Leng Wushuang looked at the black-robed man who walked out of the hole in surprise, he glanced at Leng Wushuang without a pause, and then his gaze fell on the sacrificial priest who was still asleep on the side.

"Who are you, what is your purpose?" Han Tian was held tightly by her, and several beads with words written on his back also appeared at the first time, and he was in the Mo family at the beginning, but he didn't even use this killer weapon to solve the opponent.

But this opponent is different, just that he can solve those masters outside the house in an instant, it is enough to prove that this guy is terrible, and there is no reason for her to retain her strength in the matter of guarding the sacrifice.

The black-robed man, standing there, he didn't seem to have any malice, and the pitch-black energy that originally erupted from his body had disappeared a lot, he didn't talk too much about Leng Wushuang but kept his eyes on the sacrificial body.

Leng Wushuang stared at him deadly, as long as the other party moved, she would attack him without reservation.

The appearance of the black-robed man couldn't be seen clearly by him at all, but he didn't know why, the more Leng Wushuang looked at him, the more he felt that there was a different feeling, this feeling was not brought about by that pitch-black energy, but an indescribable feeling.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" the black-robed man took off his hood that covered his face.

"Oh my God, you, you, you, you are the Emperor of Yan, how did you become like this?" (to be continued......