Not only was it this change, but the palm that was close to the hilt of the sword, which was cut by the protruding sharp scales, suddenly pulled, and the erected scales "boomed" With a sound, it seemed to suddenly become docile, and obediently climbed down, and the hilt of the sword became smooth again, at this time, the dark-skinned, blood-flowing palm, heavy, grabbed the hilt, and the blood flowing down the palm of the hand all went down the hilt to the broad sword, and where the sword body and the hilt were connected, there was a thin gully in the process of leading to the sword body, divided into many channels, through those strange runes.

The hot blood flowed straight to all corners of the sword body, filling those runes with blood, and at this time, the desolation behind the huge blade, the thick voice came into Chu Zifeng's ears, "Unseal!"

As soon as the words fell, "Huh!!" The pitch-black sword body exuded a hot breath, and the blood filled in the runes was steamed out by this sudden hot temperature, but this blood-colored steam did not disappear in the air, but was completely sucked in by the wide open mouth of the gloomy skull at the end of the sword hilt.

Chu Zifeng's eyes widened, looking at this dream-like scene, the black giant blade in front of him, the thin cracks covered with blood, and the strange runes were like wriggling strange insects, exuding a bright red color like magma.

"You! very strong, but! I'm not easy to mess with! The dignity of my death door is not allowed to be blasphemed by you, a nameless person!!" At this time, the desolation hiding behind the sword poked out his head, and after Chu Zifeng saw his face, he fell into consternation, the dark cyan tattoo covering half of his body appeared strangely on his exposed arms, neck, and face, and the fierce and incomprehensible pattern made Chu Zifeng feel a resentful aura, as if facing tens of thousands of dead souls.

The "rubbing" weeping blade was completely pulled out, and Chu Zifeng felt threatened and took a step back. "Boom" The dark skin brought out a bright shadow, and rushed directly towards Chu Zifeng, and before Chu Zifeng could stop his body, the huge arm appeared in front of his neck.

"Bang" Chu Zifeng bit his silver teeth, and suddenly withdrew the Nirvana spear, standing in front of him, tightly blocking this flying shoulder, but the huge force made his emaciated voice fly out upside down like a cannonball. And standing in the wilderness, there is no slightest relaxation on his face, he just wants to kill this young man with one blow, and only after making sure that he has no more life can he indulge.

"Dong" The powerful giant blade covered with fiery red dazzling runes slammed heavily on the ground, showing the momentum of ignoring all defenses vividly, and the desolate figure jumped high again, this time, he chose to hold the hilt of the sword with both hands, from the air, instantly catching up, Chu Zifeng, who was crazy and backwards, after a while, a loud bang resounded through the street, and the tiles on the house fell from the eaves one after another, and after contact with the ground, they fell to pieces.

"Big brother!!" Lin Yu shouted violently, and directly rose into the air, rushing straight into the dust that was filled with heavy smoke.

However, his figure had just rushed halfway, and not far from the place where Wei Mu was lying, an extremely angry voice came out. Let Lin Yu's figure in the air pause.

"Ban, lift!" As soon as the voice fell, from Lin Yu's side, I don't know when, a red figure appeared, and when I looked at it, on the bloody face, there was a pair of angry eyes like copper bells, this person was Chicheng, what was surprising was that the muscles on his body, as well as the huge fist he had before, had skyrocketed madly at this time I don't know how many times, just like a huge hill, and there was a rescue scar on his body that he didn't know when, at this time. Already filled with black. Appearing next to Lin Yu in mid-air, he completely wrote the word violence...

"Knock!" Lin Yu in mid-air, under his right arm, that is, at the ribs, was directly punched by Chi Cheng, "Ah!!" Lin Yu stopped advancing, a stream of blood came out of his mouth, and his body turned into a green shadow, falling into the distance, "Bang", Lin Yu's body rushed to the shop next to the street, the powerful impact brought by this body, smashed the store door, and the body fell straight to the deepest part of the house, completely knocking down the things on the shelves, all "crackling" smashed into the person lying on the ground, because there were too many goods, the slender body was buried at once, and some of the people hiding in the house, the broken store door was startled, and they were stunned to see the familiar guy who was knocked in and let the goods be suppressed, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out.

At this time, in the center of the venue, there was only Su Mu left on Chu Zifeng's side, he saw that Lin Yu and Chu Zifeng were both struck, and they didn't know whether they were dead or alive, the weak figure stepped out directly, one hand was still the seemingly ordinary white fan, and the other hand kept posing for different Indian styles.

"Hey, hey, neither of them has the ability to resist, how can you let one of you turn the sky upside down again?! You guys!!Lose!!" Wen Miao smiled cruelly, the white fingers, like ghosts, stretched into his mouth, "click" and bited, and the blood was left out at once, he looked at Su Mu viciously who was constantly switching the printing method with his left hand, and at the same time pulled the bloody finger directly from the corner of his eye to the position of his chin, like a bloody tear.

"Lift the ban!!" Wen Miao screamed, holding the "magic gift" disc that had been shot down before, twisting wildly, just when this twisting, the compass emitted a human-like roar before dying, the pointer parked in the center of the compass was turning wildly at this time, with the three layers of compass engraved with different words and patterns twisted by Wen Miao's withered hands.

Suddenly, Wen Miao's hand stopped, and so did the golden hand in the center.

The charming golden sand in the center of the compass seems to have lost its gravitational pull, floating up, and the delicate pointer, at this time, is pointing to the pattern and Sanskrit text connected by three points and one line. Sanskrit I can't see what it means, but the pattern is a huge coffin!!

"The Way of Heaven, Volume 5, Surprise... Su Mu's left hand, which had already ended, was straight at this time, and the other thumbs were all bent, only his slender little finger, although it was pressed down at this time, it was stretched out in the direction of the fingers, standing with the palm. The spell is about to be unleashed.

But Wen Miao, who was on the other side, didn't give Su Mu this chance at all, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he made a preemptive strike, shouting, "It's late! Go die!!Four Disc Spells!Seventy-third Technique!Black Coffin!!" The magic ritual plate was directly separated from his dry hand, and he threw it into the sky, frozen in the void.

As soon as the words fell, under the feet of Su Mu, who was interrupted from speaking, a five-pointed star appeared on the ground, emitting a crystal strange dark purple aura, and Su Mu was standing in the center of the five-pointed star.

The appearance of the evil five-pointed star at his feet, Su Muxiu's eyes widened, and the figure in the white robe was just about to move, but the image under his feet seemed to understand Su Mu's thoughts, and he was full of resentment, and directly forced Su Mu back.

"Rise !!" Wen Miao's two withered arms in the distance trembled wildly, and they were lifted up little by little.

And above the five-pointed star, the dark purple yuan that burst out unexpectedly followed Wen Miao's arm, rising a black light curtain, in a square shape, directly enveloping Su Mu's lower body, no different from a coffin.

Su Mu lowered his head in astonishment and looked at the beam of light on his lower body, while Wen Miao on the opposite side saw a calm Su Mu with a frightened look on his face, his heart was extremely happy, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You are a terrible warlock, I admit it, your magic is extremely strange, and you can even trigger the weather, I also admit it, but what you don't know is that in my Wen Miao's world, there is no word failure." Bury it!!!White-clad Warlock!" With that, the trembling figure and hands were completely raised.

"Whew" Su Mu's whole body was buried by the light curtain in an instant, and he was completely imprisoned in this black coffin, and the strange silk threads in the void before the "whoosh" emerged from the void again, all crawled out, and covered the black light curtain tightly, and in an instant, it filled all sides of the "dead coffin", completely submerging Su Mu's weak figure, and after a while, like a thousand-year-old coffin full of tree roots, appeared in the sight of several people.

"Whew... Wen Miao weakly lowered his hands, sighed, and said, "It's finally over." ”