Liu Meng jumped into the hall, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but suddenly found that he couldn't see anything in front of him. Suddenly, he found himself in complete darkness. There was not a single ray of light. It was as if someone had covered his eyes with a thick black cloth door.

"Huh?" Liu Meng was extremely surprised in his heart, you must know that the hall was still brightly lit just now. Moreover, like this basement, people who have the conditions will use treasures such as night pearls to illuminate them, supplemented by lights. Because the night pearl is more expensive and there is not enough light.

But even if all the lights are extinguished, there shouldn't be no light from the Night Pearl?

Liu Meng was puzzled in his heart, a sword wind was already blowing in his face, in the dark, Liu Meng instinctively reached out to parry, and a sharp knife qi slashed heavily on Liu Meng's right fist. Suddenly, Liu Meng felt as if his right fist had been chopped off, and there was a sharp pain, if it weren't for the fact that his hands were still conscious, Liu Meng almost thought that his right hand had been cut off with a sharp blow from this person.

Liu Meng hurriedly jumped backwards and vigorously jumped out, but the person in front of him was in hot pursuit, and the second knife slashed at the waist, just in front of his lower abdomen, Liu Meng continued to jump backwards, and then there was a bang, but it was his back that hit the wall.

Liu Meng's heart almost jumped out, it was really strange in his heart, no matter how dark the night was, as long as there was the slightest light, he could see the surrounding situation clearly with his eyesight. But at this moment, this darkness is like thick ink, and not a single ray of light can be penetrated, so that his eyes are blind, and he can't see anything. The enemy in front of him, as if unaffected by the darkness, rushed up like a maggot attached to the bone and slashed at his neck.

Liu Meng just took a knife from this person with his right fist, and the enemy's knife qi rushed into his body all the way, making his entire shoulder feel no longer and sour and numb. Liu Meng couldn't avoid it, and barely raised his left fist, but he knew that the strength of his left hand was three points weaker than his right hand after all, and he was afraid that this hand would not be able to be saved.

Seeing that this knife was about to be split, the strength in front of him was vertical and horizontal, and the wind was swaying, Liu Meng snorted, and gathered all the strength of his body on his left arm, but at this time, the enemy's knife qi suddenly paused, the knife was weak, and it slashed towards the empty space on Liu Meng's side, and at the same time heard the sound of the person opposite, as if his throat was pinched and he couldn't make a sound.

Liu Meng was stunned in his heart, and instinctively waved his left fist to counterattack and smash at the man. The punch hit the man in the chest, breaking the man's ribs and ribs. The man slammed into the floor with a bang. Only then did Liu Meng realize that someone had just grabbed the enemy's neck from behind, and he was hit with one blow. Listen to the moaning of the enemy as he fell to the ground, and it turned out to be the sound of thunder. Presumably, this guy has the idea of capturing the thief and capturing the king first, and he is chasing after himself with the right talent.

Liu Meng was relieved. It was still pitch black and nothing could be seen. Liu Meng heard a lot of breathing sounds around him, and seemed to be standing against the wall all around, knowing that it must be his subordinates. Suddenly, in the hall, there was a loud noise.

In this extremely dull basement, there seemed to be a strong wind blowing suddenly, the wind was whistling, and the clothes on Liu Meng's body moved with the wind, and even the skin on his face was blown in a faint pain.

In the whirring wind, one or two sharp whistling sounds came from time to time, and I heard that it was not what it was, but the sound of Nass breaking the air became more and more sharp, and Liu Meng's periosteum that pierced was painful.

Liu Meng listened to it for a long time, and suddenly woke up: "It turns out that the sharp whistling sound is naturally the sword roar of the long sword breaking through the air!" I don't know what kind of Cheng dù that person's swordsmanship must be to have such a whistling sound?

Liu Meng clenched his hands into fists, and only then did he realize that his palms were a little sweaty. It's not that Liu Meng hasn't experienced storms, what kind of critical juncture he hasn't seen?

What kind of scene of nine deaths and one life has not been experienced?

But he had never felt so horrible as he did at this moment.

Because this kind of scene where nothing can be seen at the moment is indeed the first time in my life, in this vast and seemingly endless darkness, people instinctively have a fear of the unknown.

Suddenly, a sword light streaked by, and in the silent and dark space, it seemed to be a flash of lightning, so dazzling in the darkness, even if it was only for a moment, it still made people see a glimmer of hope.

At this time, the wind was even more violent, and the howling wind was swinging everywhere, making Liu Meng feel at a loss in the raging tide, as if he would be swept away by a hurricane at any time. In the dark, I heard Qiu Peng snort, and there was a lot of pain in his voice, as if he had suffered a loss, but then, a loud thunderous sound came, and the whole hall shook with a bang, and even Liu Meng felt that his head was shocked, and his eyes were dark.

"Go!" Qiu Peng's angry roar came, and Liu Meng suddenly found that his eyes lit up, and he was back to normal.

Liu Meng opened his eyes—in fact, he had been keeping them open, but he couldn't see anything, so when he saw them, he felt as if he had opened them—the lights were bright, and there was nothing out of the ordinary, except for the tables and chairs in the whole hall.

Liu Meng breathed a sigh of relief, then he felt weak, and slowly leaned against the root of the wall and sat down on the ground.

At this time, in the hall, Qiu Peng's long sword stretched out forward, pointing at the cardinal who was standing not far from him. Qiu Peng's clothes were all wounds cut by sharp weapons, and there was no place for the clothes on his body. But it seems that the wounds are not strict, although they are covered in blood, they just look terrifying.

Obviously, in the battle in the darkness just now, Qiu Peng suffered a lot of losses. Looking at the cardinal, the image is not wolf, but the sleeve of his right hand has been cut off, and he seems to have lost his eyes, and his expression is quite surprised.

Qiu Peng raised the long sword in his hand, took a big breath of fresh air, and breathed sharply steadily, and then said loudly: "Brother Liu, are you okay?"

Liu Meng was full of anger when he heard Qiu Peng's voice, and said with confidence in his heart: "I'm fine." ”

It turned out that the cardinal was indeed an unprecedented master of the Heaven Devouring Holy Sect that Qiu Peng had encountered. As they retreated down the halls, the Cardinal unleashed the endless darkness of the Heaven Swallowing Cult. All of a sudden, everyone's eyes were painted

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