"Piercing the Hall" and "Drawing Mountain Torrents" fused into one, turning into wind and attaching to the long sword in Lin Ze's hand.

In front of him, a sword shadow was raised, and in the black snowflakes, it bloomed like a windy lotus.

There was still a foot away from him and the masked man in black, and at this moment, the masked man in black felt a sharp pain on his face, and his eyes couldn't be opened.

When the cold and chill seeped into his flesh and blood, he reacted in an instant, Lin Ze actually slapped countless black-clothed snowflakes with his sword momentum, and catapulted into his face at an astonishing speed.

With the power of "piercing the wind" and "leading the mountain torrent", these black snowflakes condensed by divine power were easily attracted by Lin Ze, and in turn caused damage to the masked man in black with his sword momentum.

And that's not all.

"Killing Sword Three Styles, Death!"

A low shout came, and the masked man in black felt that Sen Leng's killing intent instantly invaded his mind.

Even with the protection of the crow god's divine power, it was still broken piece by piece under this killing intent.

This killing intent rushed to the sky, like a sword piercing through the sky in the boundless sea of hell blood, despair, sorrow, and horror。。。。。

The black-clothed masked men forcibly opened their eyes, and with a loud shout, Zhenyuan mixed with the divine power of the Raven God, staggered and stopped in front of him.

But the pain was accompanied by the bloody qi surging from beneath him.

Lin Ze's sword broke through the gap in his defense, and in his blurred vision, the long sword wrapped in the wind was stabbing diagonally, piercing his right inner thigh at a tricky angle!

The destructive power of the two gentlemanly winds of "Piercing the Hall" and "Guiding Mountain Torrents" was so powerful that they swept through the body of the black-clothed masked man in an instant.

The masked man in black could only gather most of the true yuan and resist the two gentlemanly winds that were raging in his body.

At this time, the black long sword was extremely quick to break off several of his important bloodlines, and it withdrew sharply, bringing out fountain of blood.

The black-clothed masked man had a shocked look in his eyes, and the short sword in his hand turned and slashed down at Lin Ze's head.

There was a bang.

Lin Ze's body flew backwards again.

The black-clad masked man's eyes widened in disbelief.

He couldn't believe that Lin Ze was still alive.

He couldn't believe that Lin Ze could still block his sword's counterattack under such circumstances, and he could resist the sword qi that overflowed.

What he didn't notice was that under Lin Ze's clothes, the broken fourth-order supreme armor had another crack.

"Ma, it's distressing!"

Lin Ze scolded in his heart, as a result, the damage to this fourth-order superb armor was even more serious, and the difficulty of repairing it had increased a lot.

At this moment, the sword light in the hand of the gray shadow behind the black-clothed masked man had already fallen behind him again.

Because of the natural gap in the realm, the sleeve of the black-clothed masked man's right hand was swept back, and a stream of True Yuan with dozens of pieces of Fu Snow that had not yet had time to be completely formed was like a big wave slamming into the gray shadow behind him.

Burst!

A muffled sound came first.

The clothes on the chest of this gray shadow were all shattered by the real yuan.

Immediately after, more than a dozen sneering voices sounded.

On the flesh and blood of this gray shadow's chest, more than ten narrow blood holes appeared, and the broken white blood foam could be vaguely seen melting sharply.

However, this gray shadow is indescribably brave.

Under such sobriety, there was only a blatant muffled snort in his throat.

The long sword in his hand only deviated slightly and slashed into the left shoulder of the masked man in black.

The masked black-clad man's eyes changed suddenly, and he howled like a beast at the end of his life.

The short sword in his left hand stabbed into the heart of the gray shadow, but due to the dizziness caused by the massive blood loss in his thigh and the impact of the force in his left shoulder, his sword also deviated and pierced into the shoulder socket of the gray shadow.

The Gray Pictures roared.

The long sword in his hand was raised again, and he kept slashing.

A sword!

Two swords!

A puddle of blood continued to spurt out from the shoulders and neck of the masked man in black.

On the one hand, the masked man in black still had to use most of the True Yuan to resist the two gentlemanly winds in his body, and he had little strength left, so it was difficult for him to stand, and he was directly knelt on the ground by the power of this sword.

The short sword in his left hand was raised, and the five fingers of his right hand were constantly shaking.

However, whether it was the short sword in his left hand or the true yuan and divine power in his right hand, there was always a slight difference and he couldn't stretch it out.

Burst!

Burst!

As the fifth sword fell, he finally sat down in despair, his hands hanging down.

The dying masked black-clothed man was full of remorse and incomprehension.

The young man I found tonight had the resentment of the Raven God Cultist, and it was clear that he had just killed the Raven God Cultist in the past two days, and he thought that he could catch a big fish tonight, which would be of great help to the next action.

But he could never have imagined that this teenager, difficult, no, was terrible to such an extent.

Those two gentlemanly styles, even more strange things that the masked man in black had never heard of, as well as the swordsmanship and physique of the young man, who is he?

The black-clothed masked man was not afraid of death, but thinking of his own people, the terrible consequences and troubles that his mistake at this time would bring to the entire Raven God Sect's actions this time, the masked black-clothed man felt remorse in his heart.

The remaining black snowflakes in the sky all crumbled apart and disappeared without a trace.

The gray-clothed man didn't stop there, and he didn't dare to be careless in the face of a cultist at the peak of the fourth order, so he raised his sword again.

"Take a breath!"

Lin Ze shouted loudly, and after the gray-clothed man heard this, he did not slash his sword again.

Lin Ze lifted Zhenyuan, got up suddenly, and hurried towards the masked man in black.

Lin Ze had already heard the sound of footsteps coming quickly, he had to know something from the mouth of the masked man in black before the cultivators of the official mansion arrived, otherwise it would not be his turn to have this opportunity.

At this moment, the masked man in black suddenly lifted his spirit, raised his short sword and was about to stab himself in the neck.

But his eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of the bright moon in the sky, the moonlight was hazy, like flowing water, like a dreamy gauze。。。。。。

The masked black-clothed man's eyes suddenly spread, and faintly, a long melody rose from the bottom of his heart.

"Song of the Night"

Lin Ze panted and came to the body of the masked man in black, and after becoming a third-order primordial realm qi refiner, this secret technique in the Moon Sutra finally pulled the black-clothed masked man into the illusion.

A melody that contained countless chaotic breaths seemed to converge into a black river and flow into the heart of the masked man in black.

As a result, the painful memories that had been deposited in the deepest part of the human heart awakened, bringing unspeakable sadness and fear.

"Song of the Night"

In the entire Lunar Sutra, a few darker spells go straight into people's hearts, and through the environment, they unearth the weakest side of the enemy, making people deeply trapped in it and unable to extricate themselves, confused and unconscious.

The sharp melody still echoed in the heart of the masked man in black, like a blade rubbing, venting an incomparable manic and repressive aura, like a vengeful demon crawling out of a coffin, roaring and roaring.

The black-clad masked man had a dilated look in his eyes and struggled in pain.

All the secrets in his heart, like a grave that had been dug up, were completely exposed in Lin Ze's eyes.