I have a passive skill.

But what made people desperate was that the masked man was still hunched over, and was lifted up.

"This……"

Tzenchov was dumbfounded.

What's going on here?

He went straight up and pressed his head against the chief's chest.

"offend!"

"Oh!"

There was an explosion in the void, and the masked man's chest was kicked to pieces.

However, due to the opposing forces, Cenchov finally drew out four of his swords.

"what--"

The storyteller couldn't hold back anymore.

He looked at his brother's chest that had been kicked to pieces with tears in his eyes, and he couldn't stop the killing intent from the soul level.

"Old man, I killed you!"

"What are you going to do?" Cenchov gripped the fierce sword tightly, and pointed the tip of the sword at the storyteller, "If you mess around again, the old man will slash you first, don't you believe it?"

"Ahhh!"

"Don't call!"

"what--"

"puff!"

"Ah—hey? Brother, brother, have you thought about it?"

The masked man finally woke up from the pain again.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he subconsciously covered his chest with his hands.

But covered a lonely.

"No, gone?"

The masked man looked down and froze on the spot.

Even if there were four swords piercing through the chest just now, the wound is not as big as it is!

In the next second, he only realized it belatedly and began to gasp.

"hiss."

The severe pain from his chest almost made him die on the spot.

"What's going on?" Cenchov didn't intend to explain at all, he held up the four swords that were trembling constantly, as if he wanted to return to the first seat to absorb nutrients, and asked aloud.

"What's going on, do you still dare to ask?"

The storyteller roared, turned his head and made a small report to the masked man bitterly: "It's him, the wound on your chest was kicked out by this old man, I saw it with my own eyes."

"All right!"

The masked man waved his hand with difficulty, as if he didn't intend to pursue it at all.

Under the intertwined combination of sword intent on the tattered chest, he regained his mobility in a short while, supported the ground, and stood up with all his strength.

"what happened?"

"Where did you bring this sword?"

Turning his head to the storyteller, the masked man raised his two fingers familiarly while asking.

"Tick tock..."

The power of the ferocious demon as black as ink turned into drops of black blood and was ejected from the sword fingers.

"I don't know wow!"

The storyteller was stunned, "I didn't get this sword at all, it was brought by myself."

"Follow yourself?"

The masked man was stunned, "You didn't take it, and you're not Gu Jianxiu, why did it come with you?"

"People..."

The storyteller was questioned.

Yes!

How could there be four swords coming with me, it is not...

"Who held the sword before?" The masked man narrowed his eyes.

"Wen Ming!"

The storyteller's pupils dilated, as if thinking of something.

"Wen Ming was the one holding the sword, and he also did the explosion. He wanted to blow up the White Cave and escape."

"Yes, this sword is controlled by him."

"He's here?"

At this point in the question, the storyteller was stuck by his own speculation.

What a joke!

Just like Wen Ming's cowardice, if he has a chance to escape from his control, if he doesn't grasp it, he still follows?

What are you here for?

Come here to confront the three saints and slaves?

He has the guts? !

"Wen Ming..."

The masked man heard an unexpected name, and confirmed, "Who knows?"

"Who else is there, just the one you mentioned!" The storyteller's voice was much higher in decibels.

The masked man frowned: "Did you find him?"

"Ah."

The storyteller nodded, "Not only did he find it, but he even fought against him. You didn't know that in the ancient book space..."

"Hey, I said!"

A weak voice was suddenly interrupted from one side.

The two looked sideways, and saw that Cenchov's entire face was completely dark.

That drooping expression seemed to be going to extremes and enter a state of berserk in the next second.

"I said you two, have you forgotten something?" Tzenchov gasped.

The masked man looked at the black sword that was still trembling wildly in his hand, immediately smiled apologetically, and said, "I'm sorry, sorry, I forgot about it, let it go."

"open?"

Even though he was about to be dazzled by the power of the fierce demon, Cenchov still felt that this proposal was absurd.

Once this sword is released, it must not penetrate your chest again?

Do you still want to live?

The storyteller turned sideways and immediately blocked in front of the masked man.

"No problem."

The masked man reached out to push the storyteller away, and said seriously, "Just let go."

"Are you sure?" Cenchov felt that he was going to be overwhelmed.

The power injected into the body by this broken sword seems to be endless.

If he persisted, he felt that he was going to hurt his foundation.

I really don't know how those ancient sword cultivators controlled this peerless fierce sword?

"Ah."

The masked man nodded expressionlessly, and Cenchov immediately let go of the black sword without insisting.

"Keng--"

There was a clang of four swords, and they switched from the state of hanging directly on the ground to the attacking posture in the air.

The tip of the sword was aimed at the masked man in an instant, and stabbed suddenly.

"Stop it!"

The masked man didn't flinch at all, and immediately shouted.

In the next second, a scene that shocked everyone appeared.

Before the four swords were about to pierce the masked man's chest, they stopped with a buzz, as if they were bound tightly by the power of heaven, unable to move.

Tzenchov's pupils shrank.

He is beheading.

How could he fail to hear the sound of the first seat, but it was really a simple order, not even a half of the power of the rules of heaven was invoked.

That's it……

Fierce sword, stopped?

The storyteller also had surprise in his eyes, and his eyes swept back and forth at the masked man and You Sijian.

A question arose in both of their minds.

Again, the storyteller and Cenchov met each other's eyes, and they both chose to keep silent.

"Buzz!"

There were four swords to stop the forward momentum and then a shock, the black fierce power burst out.

"enough."

The masked man's tone softened, but he looked at the black sword in front of him, but remained unmoved.

"Buzz!"

Four swords trembled again.

The power of the ferocious demon is so powerful that it almost blackens this world.

The masked man clenched his fists, as if he was about to reach out.

After a long time, he took a deep breath and shook his head slowly.

There are four swords suddenly quiet.

In the next second, its sword body shook slightly.

"Boom--"

In an instant, sword intent criss-crossed in all directions.

In a radius of tens of miles, the infinite black sword energy suddenly exploded, directly tearing the entire space into a black hole.

"Fuck!"

Cenchov was startled, subconsciously took a few steps back.

The storyteller stepped forward, and could see that even during the explosion, the land under the masked man's feet was still intact.

He rolled his eyes and chose to retreat.

The two bystanders looked at each other again, and the light speed moved away.

The masked man closed his eyes deeply.

Once opened again, the eyes have returned to calm.