I have a passive skill.

At the same time, the storyteller also turned pale.

"Brother be careful!"

He immediately took a step forward, pushed the masked man away, and took his place himself.

But the black light seemed to have eyes, and when it came to the storyteller's chest, it turned and turned towards the direction where the masked man fell, directly sinking into his chest.

"laugh!"

The two eyeballs of the masked man thumped and almost popped out.

His lips parted, and with a "poof", blood covered his face in the mask.

"I……"

Tilting his head, the masked man fainted on the spot.

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Chapter 577 Don't make trouble

"what--"

A piercing scream pierced the sky.

The storyteller clutched his head desperately, looking at the body of the masked man who had been directly pierced, he lost control of himself.

"call out!"

At this moment, the ground suddenly trembled.

In the next second, four swords turned back from the ground.

"scoff~"

There was another sound, and this time the masked man fell on his back, and was even lifted up directly, and was taken high into the sky.

"what--"

The storyteller's screams were about to stop, but seeing the masked man suffer a second injury, he lost control again.

Tzenchov grinned and covered his ears, almost being pierced by these two screams, causing eardrums to bleed.

"what's the situation?"

It was too late to stop what was happening in front of him, but Cenchov also witnessed the whole process from one side.

This sudden black sword is completely uncontrollable, why can it pass through the chest seat for the second time?

"what happened……"

"Keng--"

Haven't had time to think about it yet.

The masked man who was taken up into the sky by Yousijian had already fallen from a high altitude, and was fixed on the ground by the fierce sword.

The body followed and slid down.

Injured for the third time, the masked man was finally woken up from a coma.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood was spurted out first.

Immediately, confusion finally appeared in the masked man's cloudy eyes, and he saw the black shadow that hurt himself, "Yes, are there four swords?"

Tzenchov was taken aback.

There are four swords?

This black sword has four swords?

With a swipe, he rushed over.

But there is someone faster than him.

The storyteller took a stride forward and swooped up in front of the masked man. He stretched out his hands, as if he wanted to help but didn't dare.

"elder brother!"

"Brother, how are you? Does it hurt..."

"Nonsense." The masked man was so angry that he moved his lips together a few times, and finally turned into a twitching sentence, "First, help me pull out the sword first."

"Can't help!"

The storyteller stretched his hands back and forth, squatted down and stood up again, "There are four swords here, and I can't hold back their vicious aura!"

"you……"

The masked man was gasping for breath in pain, feeling the boundless ferocious power being crazily poured into his body, as if he wanted to directly crush his frail body.

"If you don't hurry up, I'm really going to die!"

"People, people..."

The storyteller stretched out his hand hesitantly, about to grasp it.

"Stupid you!"

In a blink of an eye, Cenqiaofu slapped his hand back, "Forgot about the power of space? Are there four swords that you can easily touch?"

"Oh oh."

Only then did the storyteller regain his composure from his panic.

Tzenchov couldn't stand it anymore.

"Get out of the way, old man!"

He pushed the storyteller away, and threw back the small ax in his hand.

Immediately, under the horrified gaze of the masked man, he slashed across fiercely.

"Keng--"

How can four swords withstand such strength?

Even if it was directly drawn away!

However, the sword was shot horizontally, but it didn't break away from the masked man's body. Instead, it led the man to circle crazily at high altitude for dozens of weeks, before being nailed into the ground again with a "clang". middle.

"I……"

The protruding eyeballs of the masked man could not be retracted at all, and he only had time to utter a word before being nailed into a faint again.

"what--"

For the third time, the storyteller's roar choked the sky.

He jumped up like crazy, accusing: "Old man, you did a good job!"

Tzenchov was stunned.

This kind of result of being sent flying with both a person and a sword was something he never imagined.

Shouldn't it be that one ax goes down, and four swords are bounced off?

Why, it still has suction power, can it suck people away?

"Brother, brother!"

The storyteller ran to squat down in front of the masked man again, tears streaming down his face.

"You can't die, brother..."

He finally thought of Yin Yang Life and Death?, opened it with a swipe, and ordered the four swords to leave this space.

but……

"Buzz!"

Four swords seemed to feel that an external force was interfering with them, and trembled crazily.

The high-frequency amplitude, almost every second, can make the masked man twitch violently until he wakes up and faints again.

"How could this be?"

The storyteller was dumbfounded, and immediately stopped the power of space.

"Can't pull it out?"

Tzenchov was also frightened.

Are these four swords enmity with the first seat, stuck in his body and unable to come out?

Or……

Seeing the masked man's entire face gradually blacken, Cenchov realized something was wrong.

He knew how terrifying the first seat's sword intent was.

These four swords are so vicious, it cannot be said that they are crazily absorbing nutrients at this moment.

And with the weak body and bones of the first seat, can it resist it?

"Get out of the way, old man!"

Cenchov pushed the storyteller away again and drew his sword.

The storyteller quit: "Old man, if you want to murder brother, just tell me, it's impossible for people to let you do it today!"

"Can you pull it out?" Zenchov was immediately angry.

"People, homes can't be pulled out..."

The storyteller was stunned, and retorted: "You can?"

"Step aside!"

Tzenchov didn't have time to chat with this perverted man.

This guy just cares about chaos.

If it drags on, if the first seat is not killed by the black sword, it will be driven mad by the power of the fierce demon.

With one hand, the storyteller was exiled in place, and Cenchov immediately passed him to the masked man.

After thinking about it, he held it with one hand.

"Old man!"

The storyteller shattered the space in the blink of an eye, and it was too late to stop it.

He could only watch helplessly as Cenchov grasped the black sword with his physical body.

"Buzz!"

There are four swords shaking again.

The black ferocious power was divided into two groups, pouring all the way into Cenchov's body.

"Crazy, crazy..."

The storyteller immediately saw that the power of this ominous demon was by no means ordinary.

In the space of ancient books, even if Xu Xiaoshou became the second son of a holy slave, the level of sword intent displayed by Xu Xiaoshou is estimated to be less than one ten-thousandth of what it is now!

"Why did you suddenly go crazy?"

The storyteller was about to collapse, he covered his forehead with his hands, and opened his mouth.

"To shut up!"

Tzenchov shouted immediately.

He didn't have to pay extra attention to the storyteller's cry when he drew his sword.

"Give this old man... open!"

Gritting his teeth, even though his right arm was completely soaked in black, Cenchov still did not give up, and pulled up the hilt of his sword as hard as he could.

"scoff~"

The blade leaves the ground.