"Don't worry, you can't die. ”

Yang Xiaofeng adjusted his breathing, he had to recover as soon as possible.

Just now, Yang Xiaofeng's sword stone broke through the earth, and it could only be regarded as an unprepared attack, taking advantage of some advantages.

Otherwise, it would not be very difficult to catch his sword with the strength of the mask man's Jin Dan in the later stage.

The gap between the cultivation of the two is there, and the difference is two realms, but it is not possible to win by opportunism.

"What a Yang Xiaofeng. ”

In a pit that was two feet deep and six feet in circumference, the masked man straightened his body, and the sleeve on his right side had been sparsely twisted by Yang Xiaofeng's sword qi, revealing his dark skin.

The masked man's right hand was in a fist, the sound of bones grinding against each other rattled, and the green tendons on his arm bulged up, more like a strange pattern on his dark arm.

"You can really surprise people. ”

The masked man said viciously, and the eyes under the ghost's face gradually filled with a terrible blood red.

The masked man laughed, a little maniacious.

No one knew what the expression was like beneath that ghostly face.

The expression can be covered by the mask, but the murderous aura exuded by the mask man can't be concealed.

The murderous aura that almost condensed into substance stimulated every nerve in Yang Xiaofeng and Xiang Shaoyu's bodies, instinctively prompting them to retreat.

The murderous aura of the masked man who crawled out of the pile of dead people was different from Yang Xiaofeng and them, as if even the air around him was dyed red by his strong murderous aura.

Yang Xiaofeng shrugged his nose and frowned, as if he smelled the smell of blood in the air.

"I think I need to tell you a story. ”

The masked man came out of the pit and spoke to himself.

"A long time ago, my weapon was not this soft sword in my hand. ”

The masked man looked at the soft sword in his hand, picked it up, and flicked the tip of the sword with his fingers.

"This soft sword is the weapon with which I killed the target when I was on a mission. ”

"Grinding and chirping, if you want to fight, you can fight. ”

Xiang Shaoyu couldn't help but make a move.

"No, no, no!"

The masked man waved his hand and said, "You are not in a hurry to ask for death. ”

There was a lot of confidence in the masked man's tone, as if he now held the life and death of Yang Xiaofeng and the others in his hands, and as long as he wanted to, he could take their lives at any time.

"The owner of this sword is quite difficult, and it took me a lot of effort to complete this task. ”

"Its owner wanted me to take the sword with him before he died, and I didn't know how I could have agreed to it. ”

"Since then, I've kept my weapon in my own storage and never used it again. ”

With that, the Masked Man put the soft sword into the storage bag at his waist, and in place of the soft sword was a wide and long black broadsword.

Maybe it's because the masked man hasn't used this big knife for a long time, and although the blade is there, it doesn't have that sharp feeling. The jet-black knife was carved with strange lines, and there was no pattern to speak of.

After the appearance of this large knife in his hand, the masked man's momentum was completely different from before.

If the previous masked man was just an ordinary killer, then at this time, he was the god of death from hell, and the black broadsword in his hand was the scythe of death.

The mask-man's original purple spiritual power turned into a dull black, and the rich black spiritual power surrounded the masked man's body.

"It's been a long time since I've done my best, and you two can see it, and I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky. ”

The ghost face of the masked man fell to the ground, and Yang Xiaofeng's eyes cast their eyes over, and what they saw was not a complete face.

To be precise, the left side of his face has severe burns, only the eyes have no hideous scars, judging from his right face, he should have been a beautiful man before, but the burn on the left side made him out of the ranks of beautiful men, and he wore a ghost face, which should be because of this.

"His power is weird!"

Xiang Shaoyu's keen perception immediately sensed that something was wrong, and he found that the circle of black spiritual power around the masked man was not so simple.

The black circle of spiritual power seemed to be constantly absorbing the surrounding spiritual power.

It's more accurate to devour than to absorb.

Any spiritual power that is touched by the black spiritual power circle will suddenly disappear.

"Being able to let me do my best, I deserve to be the top figure of the new generation of the 100 schools of Xianmen. ”

The masked man waved the black broadsword in his hand, and an arc of light popped out of the blade.

As soon as the sword came out, Yang Xiaofeng also swung a sword, and the sword qi collided with the sword.

The black sword light and the golden sword qi were both extremely powerful, and the two collided together, stalemate for two breaths.

Phew!

The golden sword qi was split in two by the sword mang.

Sou!

The spear in Xiang Shaoyu's hand poked out, the tip of the spear pierced the sword, and between the surging thunder and light, the knife disappeared.

"This guy's strength is unusual, and he acts when he sees the opportunity. ”

Yang Xiaofeng said to Xiang Shaoyu.

"I'll go first, and you will sweep me into battle. ”

Xiang Shaoyu had a spear in his hand, the tip of the spear was like a snake out of a hole, only a little cold light, and Xiang Shaoyu's spear tip stabbed it with thunder.

Yang Xiaofeng acquiesced to Xiang Shaoyu's proposal, the current situation is clear, it is not wise to go together, and someone is needed to find out the strength of the mask man.

And Xiang Shaoyu is obviously more suitable than him.

One inch long and one inch strong, Xiang Shaoyu makes a gun, even if he encounters any danger, with the advantage of weapons, there is room for buffer.

But this does not mean that Yang Xiaofeng will only do here and watch and do nothing.

He was sweeping the formation on the side, holding the Beichen Sword and waiting for the opportunity to move, once Xiang Shaoyu was in danger, he would strike as soon as possible.

Xiang Shaoyu and the masked man fought very fiercely, both of them were open and closed, and between the collision of the blade and the tip of the gun, the spiritual power was surging.

After about twenty rendezvouses, Xiang Shaoyu jumped up and stopped in mid-air.

"Thunder and lightning rage!"

Xiang Shaoyu's spear came from top to bottom, like a goshawk catching prey swooping down.

Xiang Shaoyu's attack was fierce, and the masked man had a big knife in his hand, and the tip of the spear pierced the wide blade.

"That's not right!"

Xiang Shaoyu's sixth sense told him that the current situation was not good, and he tried to bend the barrel of the gun with both hands, and then left with that elastic force.

"It's late!"

The Masked Man smiled slyly, but it wasn't noticeable because of the scars on his face.

The black spiritual power quickly spread from the big knife to Xiang Shaoyu's spear, but this was only the beginning, the black spiritual power was like a cunning poisonous snake, and it drilled into Xiang Shaoyu's palm along the barrel of the gun.

"Not good!"

Xiang Shaoyu used his spiritual power to resist, but this black spiritual power was like an appendage, and it was impossible to expel it from his body at all.

But Xiang Shaoyu couldn't be defeated so easily, he forcibly slapped a palm with his left hand, and with the power of the backshock, he retreated a few zhang.

The masked man would not let go of this opportunity to kill Xiang Shaoyu, and the whole person held a big knife and slashed it with one sword.

"Look at my magic weapon!"

Yang Xiaofeng's hand was quick, and a jade talisman flew out of his palm.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

The masked man was unmoved, and directly caught the jade talisman with his left hand.

Bang!

The explosion resounded through the sky, and the surrounding buildings were razed to the ground.

......

A day later.

Jinghua and the others walked out of the secret room, and when they saw everything in front of them, they were all shocked and speechless.

The original buildings have all been turned into ruins, and in the center of the ruins, there is a large pit with a radius of ten zhang and a depth of three zhang.

Inside the big pit, Yang Xiaofeng and Xiang Shaoyu were lying quietly inside, dripping with blood.

As for the masked man......

There was nothing in the pit but his big black knife.

"Big brother!"

Su Xiaoling's speed was the fastest, and when he came to Yang Xiaofeng's side, he was at a loss when he saw Yang Xiaofeng, who was seriously injured.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother and Xiang Shaoyu are not dead, but they fainted from serious injuries. ”

Hou Junji said.

"Let's take them to the Chamber of Secrets first. ”

......

Another day passed.

"Ahem!"

Yang Xiaofeng coughed, and his eyes slowly opened.

That day, he threw out a thunder-devouring talisman in a hurry, but he didn't expect the masked man to catch it directly with his hand.

That thing can even be blown up by a monk in the late Yuan Infant period, and the masked man catches it with his hand, and the consequences can be imagined.

"Senior brother, you're awake!"

Everyone's eyes looked at Yang Xiaofeng in unison, which made Yang Xiaofeng suddenly at a loss.

"Why are you looking at me like this, I'm not dead. ”

"It's just a little bit bad. ”

Yang Xiaofeng showed his signature smile.

"If I hadn't made a move yesterday, you and that kid surnamed Xiang would have been blown up by the Devouring Thunder Qi Fu and the bones would have been gone, how could you laugh out of it. ”

Ling'er said angrily.

"I knew it was so powerful, I didn't know anything when it was dark. ”

"Why don't you think about it without thinking about it, the Thunder Devouring Qi Talisman that the monks of the late Yuan Infant period were all killed by him, can you Jindan monks withstand it?"

"Not next time. ”

"What, do you want to have a next time?"

"There will be no next time. ”

Yang Xiaofeng said with some embarrassment.

After communicating with Ling'er, Yang Xiaofeng looked at Xiang Shaoyu, who was still in a coma.

"Don't worry, this kid surnamed Xiang is fine, and I will also exorcise the spiritual power in his body. ”

"That's fine. ”

"Senior brother, what the hell happened to you that day, you actually razed all the surrounding houses to the ground. ”

Jinghua couldn't help but ask.

When they went out yesterday, they were stunned, that kind of destructive power, Jin Dan cultivation could not reach.

"It's nothing, I just blew up the masked man with this Thunder Devouring Talisman from the first round of rewards. ”

As he spoke, Yang Xiaofeng took out a jade talisman and displayed it in front of everyone.

"Don't look at this thing, it's said that even a monk in the late Yuan Infant period can be blown up. ”

Yang Xiaofeng said with some pride, as if he had forgotten the pain.

"As soon as I throw this thing out, no matter how strong you are, you will have to annihilate it all for me. ”

Yang Xiaofeng said with a fluttering eyebrow, and couldn't help but swing his arm after speaking.

"Ah, it hurts me. ”