"Thank you. ”

Wu Ning thanked Liang Qinqin, if it weren't for the time she bought herself a few breaths, she wouldn't have had time to pull out the Purgatory Huangquan Knife, don't stop the seven black-clothed masked people who took the opportunity to rush over.

Looking at the seven black-clothed masked people flying into the sky, Wu Ning quickly waved the Purgatory Huangquan Knife, carrying a forty-meter-long sword, and quickly slashed down.

The Purgatory Huangquan Knife can absorb energy by itself, as long as it runs a full range of power, it can split out a five-meter-long knife qi, as long as the energy in the knife is sufficient, even without running the internal power, it can also split a maximum of fifty meters long knife qi, of course, the duration is limited, when the stored energy is all consumed, it must be recharged.

Wu Ning only used fifty percent of his strength, and the rest was the forty-meter-long sword qi released by relying on the energy stored in the Purgatory Huangquan Knife.

He was seriously injured, and he had consumed a lot of internal strength by resisting these Rao attacks just now, so he could only use the energy in the Purgatory Huangquan Knife.

A black-clothed masked man who was attacked by Wu Ning saw such a long and powerful black sword qi slashing over, and the whole person was stunned in place.

He couldn't react at all, and was killed by Wu Ning's powerful blow.

As for the other six black-clad masked men, they were also a little frightened.

Wu Ning's strength should not be as strong as theirs, but he can release such a long sword qi that makes them dumbfounded.

The six black-clothed masked men hesitated, not knowing whether to continue attacking, because Wu Ning's strength was very strong.

Xiang Zhuang Ming and the eight black-clothed masked men in the fight were also a little stunned, could such a long black sword qi be used by weapons? If it was made by relying on their own strong skills, it would be too terrifying.

However, Wu Ning's skill should not be so deep, otherwise, he would not be beaten by the eight black-clothed men who attacked him and fled everywhere.

Xiang Zhuangming knew that Wu Ning was using the Purgatory Huangquan Knife, but it was also the first time he had seen the power of the Purgatory Huangquan Knife, and he didn't expect it to be so powerful, far more powerful than his soul chasing gun.

The Purgatory Huangquan Knife is the first weapon tied with the Xuanyuan Sword, and people have heard the name, but there are not many people who have seen this knife, and the people who have seen it are basically dead, so they don't know the appearance of this knife, and there are very few people who have seen it.

To be able to see the appearance of the Purgatory Huangquan Knife in his lifetime can be a shit luck.

Liang Qinqin was also a little frightened by this powerful move, thinking to herself how good it would be to be able to perform such a powerful and good-looking attack.

Of course, it would be nice if the sword qi released was seven-colored, she didn't particularly like black, it looked a little gloomy and cold.

Wu Ning killed another black-clothed masked man, and continued to sweep through the thousands of troops with one move, still a forty-meter-long sword, the purpose of which was to make the other party have no way to escape.

"Stop him. One of the men in black ordered.

They attacked together, and each Rao weapon released a killing light nearly ten meters long, jointly resisting Wu Ning's attack.

"Bang......" Wu Ning's powerful black sword qi was in a stalemate with six enemies and the six black-clothed men besieging him.

The internal force in Wu Ning's body is almost consumed, and it takes time to recover, and now he basically uses the energy stored in the Purgatory Huangquan Knife itself.

The six black-clothed masked men besieging him had unleashed so many powerful attacks, presumably their internal strength had been consumed almost before they were at a stalemate with Wu Ning.

Obviously, they didn't expect that Wu Ning could continuously perform his ultimate, and his internal strength seemed to be inexhaustible, could it be that he was wrong, the other party's internal strength was actually very deep, so he was able to continuously perform such a powerful attack?

Wu Ning clenched his teeth, he must not show weakness, once he shows weakness, his attack will come back, and at the same time, the opponent's attack will also come over, in that case, he will be finished.

Wu Ning let go of Liang Qinqin, there was no way, he had to hold the knife in both hands to be able to exert more powerful force.

He frantically pressed the forty-meter-long black knife qi downward, trying to slash the six black-clothed masked men.

These six black-clothed masked people obviously knew that once they lost the conversation, they would all suffer internal injuries at that time, so they were in a stalemate with Wu Ning, and they showed all their skills, and no one refused to admit defeat.

On the other side, Xiang Zhuang Ming was still fighting with eight black-clothed masked people, Wu Ning had already killed two people, but he still didn't make an inch, although he had stabbed a black-clothed masked man, but he also suffered a knife wound, fortunately he didn't hit the vital point, otherwise he would have died.

Originally, he wanted to rush over to support Wu Ning after winning the victory, but he didn't expect that he would fall into a predicament.

On the other hand, Wu Ning's situation is obviously not very good, and he is in a stalemate with six black-clothed masked people, and if anyone can't hold on, he will definitely be seriously injured.

"Kill ......"

Xiang Zhuang Ming was crazy, there was no way, he had to drag the eight black-clothed masked people who were besieging him, even if he couldn't kill these eight black-clothed masked people, he couldn't let these eight black-clothed masked people go over to besiege Wu Ning, otherwise, Wu Ning's side would definitely not be able to support it.

He was already fighting eight black-clad masked men in close combat, but sometimes he would release two or three meters of killing light to prevent the other party from escaping from his attack range.

The eight black-clothed masked men obviously also noticed the situation on Wu Ning's side, and some people wanted to go over to help, but they were dragged by Xiang Zhuang Ming and couldn't get away at all.

"Bastard thing. A black-clad masked man was furious: "I swear to kill you today." ”

"Come on. Xiang Zhuang Ming had no fear: "There are many people who want to kill me, you are the oldest." ”

The black-clothed masked man who said this was furious, and frantically attacked Zhuang Ming.

They fought hand-to-hand, and their weapons kept colliding, and they should be resounding.

In the blink of an eye, the time for a cup of tea passed, but fortunately no one passed by, otherwise, it would be troublesome for someone to break the balance here.

Wu Ning's forehead was oozing with sweat, he was about to lose his bearing, his hands were trembling slightly, and the sword that was released had obviously become much weaker, and he was about to rebound back.

Of course, the six black-clothed masked people who were attacked by Wu Ning were no better, they also felt very difficult, sweating all over, their hands were trembling, and they were almost suppressed by Wu Ning.

The killing light they released has also become much weaker, and even the light is not as blazing as it was just now, it depends on who can't hold on first, and the side that admits defeat first will lose.

Liang Qinqin, who was standing on the side, was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, she couldn't help, mainly because she didn't know how to help, looking at Wu Ning, who was shaking her hands, sweating all over her face, gritting her teeth and desperately persevering, she was at a loss.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" she asked weakly.

"Solution?" Wu Ning was stunned for a moment, and really thought of a way.