The wild knife composed of 'poof' black mist was inserted straight into the floor paved by the stone, without the slightest obstruction.

It seems that the weapon composed of black mist is not a good thing, but also has the nature of a knife. Chen Cheng's eyes have been locked on the black fog, and he has no intention of explaining the misunderstanding that happened behind him, and the result will explain everything.

The swordsman condensed by the mist, I don't know what surprises it will bring me. His eyes burned with a hint of anticipation.

Xue Ling walked quickly to his side, her body was in a posture, and she was ready to fight the enemy together.

"Knowing that the opponent is the second realm of consummation, why did you agree so happily in the first place?" Xue Ling's voice was cold, and he glanced at the temporary station mate who was straight and serious, and couldn't help but wonder, is he not afraid of death.

At this time, the swordsman formed by the condensation of the black mist was completely clear, exuding a fierce momentum.

Wu Mei on Chen Cheng's leg let out a knife sound, and it seemed that he was ready to cut his soul body.

The tall body of the soul is all made up of black mist, which is not as translucent as the swordsman summoned by the snow bell.

His eyes were scarlet, like blood, and he was fierce.

Dressed in fine fish-scale armor that covers the whole body, and wears a T-shaped helmet on his head, his face cannot be seen clearly.

Three armor-piercing scratches on his chest may have been the cause of his death.

"Roar~" The Black Mist Swordsman let out a beast-like roar, his body suddenly disappeared and exploded in place, the ground was covered with gray stone cracks, and the wild sword on the ground disappeared with him.

Xue Ling's eyes widened in disbelief, panic appeared on her delicate face for the first time, and the black mist formed the strength of the swordsman, which was unexpectedly powerful.

This is definitely not an ordinary Steel Slashing Realm Consummation Swordsman!

"Have you mastered the will to return" Chen Cheng became serious, looking at the cracks that appeared on the ground, which were the same marks as the marks caused by his sword step.

It seems that the black fog has attracted an amazing guy this time.

The spirit, which was ten times higher than that of ordinary people, began to concentrate on his mind, carefully discerning and perceiving the surrounding breath.

When the Black Mist Swordsman appeared, there was always a circle of fierce aura lingering on his body, which should have been brought by him before his death.

Now it has become the key to finding him.

Not good! Chen Cheng's bandaged arm grabbed Wumei with extreme speed and placed it in front of Xue Ling, blocking the fatal blow for her.

The reddish Notai knife in the black slashed down with a surging momentum, and the huge force enveloped the wind, and the knives collided together.

The wave of qi set off blew Xue Ling's long pale blonde hair, and his cheeks quickly lost their blood, and the white became pale, and his frightened expression froze on his face.

If it weren't for Chen Cheng, who sensed the attack of the Black Mist Warrior, she would have been cut in half by the Ye Tai Knife by now, and Xiang Xiaoyu would have died.

"Stand back" sounded, waking up the snow bell who was still in a daze.

Xue Ling did not hesitate at the moment, the soles of her feet tapped the ground, and her body jumped backwards, leaving the battlefield.

I can't say much now, I can only look at the boy who is holding a knife and guarding him with grateful eyes.

"Roar~" The attack was blocked, and the black mist warrior let out a roar, the red light flashed in his eyes, and the bright red on the Notai knife became more and more obvious.

Is this his kendo will, not even death has allowed it to dissipate.

Chen Cheng let out a compliment, and then poured his will into the blade, such an opponent should give him respect.

On Ume's body, the glow flickered, which was exactly the same as the fluorescence attached to the blade when the wolf's kiss was cast.

Sharp, sturdy, reduced physical exertion.

Breaking through to the realm of steel slashing perfection allowed him to use this move.

Even Rowling, who was on the periphery of the battlefield, could detect a sharpness that she had never seen before from the knife engraved with the plum blossom pattern.

Rowling's eyes sparkled, and a flame called hope was rekindled.

The Black Mist Warrior retreated, his bright red eyes staring at Ume who exuded a dangerous aura, and he no longer paid attention to the target of his trip.

A vague, indistinguishable roar of the "sword" roared out of his mouth.

The bright red on the Notai sword reached its peak, and it suddenly rushed towards the young man who exuded the aura of swordsmanship.

Xue Ling's absence is his main target.

The sword, and only the sword, is what he wants all his life.

The red rays of 'Chifeng' are like flowing fire, radiating outward from the six-foot sword.

The T-shaped helmet turned into a black mist shattered at this moment.

At the last moment, the face of the samurai was revealed. The appearance of a middle-aged man, with a Chinese face, rough facial features and not handsome, but filled with perseverance.

"One Knife • Yan Sulfur"

A three-foot sword was derived from the front end of Wumei, and wisps of will lingered.

The blazing heat, scorching the air, the black knife slashed diagonally, and the wild knife did not form the slightest obstacle.

The sword easily sliced through the armor, and the body formed by the condensation of the mist began to crumble.

Black Mist Samurai, die!

The black mist dissipated, leaving only a cloud of souls, which disappeared into the shadow of the snow bells.

"My captain can even kill the third stage of divine blood, and the second stage is complete, so it is no problem." The briquettes flew from the corner, into the arms of the owner, nestled in their laps, and blinked proudly with their heads raised.

The black knife trembled in protest, and that was where it was.

Chen Cheng had no choice but to turn Wumei around, so as not to cut the edge and hurt the briquettes.

The palm wrapped in gauze, stroking the crow's back, pampering is needless to say.

Rowling heard the briquette's story and looked at the young man who was still in a wheelchair, with a complicated look.

I opened my mouth several times to say something, but I never said it.

Compared to the excited appearance shown by Xue Ling, she quickly fell silent again after a short period of excitement.

This soul period is over, but what about next time?

Zhushi and Qian Ming have never been able to get in touch, there is a high probability of accidents, and he can't go to sea, what will happen to Xueling in the future?

Is he worth entrusting? What is the relationship between those two girls and him?

With all kinds of thoughts pressed in her heart, Rowling turned her head to look at Xue Ling, who had unloaded the burden of a thousand catties and turned back to her former lively appearance, and couldn't help sighing.

There is still some time left before the injury is recovered, so let's observe and observe!

"Captain, I've saved the whole ship this time, and I've got a lot of good things from Cross's flagship, shouldn't I give a reward to the briquettes?" The briquettes turned around, and hurriedly brought out their glorious deeds, reflecting their abilities, and by the way, the rewards they asked for.

"What do you want?" Chen Cheng looked at the little guy with a smug face, chuckled, and rubbed its feathers with his palm.

One person and one crow didn't notice the strange look in Rowling's eyes behind them.

"Gah! Let the briquettes be the co-captain! Crush the murderous mother-in-law. When the briquettes lifted Betty, there was a fighting spirit in their eyes.

Apparently remembering the death gaze that Betty used in the ward of the Gastronomy City Kendo Association.

The briquette's wings spread, revealing its small size and sharp claws.

Expect! The three eyes are full of anticipation. Blinking, he kept looking up at his owner.

Do you really want this little guy to be a deputy captain?

Thinking of the scene when the briquettes landed on Betty's shoulders and instructed Betty to work, he laughed out loud.