The Romance of the Immortal Cauldron

Matthew did not conceal his figure at all. After he arrived, the man in the black cloak opposite him slowly raised his head.

It was an extremely thin face with sunken cheeks and deep-set eyes, like a corpse.

His eyes were calm as he stared straight at Matthew. There was no expression in his eyes, only a deep calmness like a black hole.

Seeing this, Matthew took a deep breath and said softly: "I came here just to take something."

"I know why you came."

The man in the black cloak spoke in a hoarse and low voice, as if he had not spoken in years.

"you know?"

Matthew was slightly stunned and looked at the other party with some confusion.

He felt that the other party had misunderstood his meaning and that he came here simply to take away the fragments.

The man in the black cloak was silent for a moment, then slowly stretched out a dry hand from his cloak.

In his palm was a black bead.

"You are here just for this thing." The man in the black cloak said softly.

But Matthew shook his head and said, "No."

After these words were spoken, the man in the black cloak was slightly stunned.

"I just want that." Matthew raised his hand and pointed to a pillar next to the black altar.

The pillar was about ten feet high and was covered with densely packed patterns.

However, it was all black, and Matthew couldn't recognize what the patterns represented.

The man in the black cloak heard this, glanced at the black pillar next to him, shook his head and said, "That thing is very important."

"Then stop talking nonsense and just do it."

Matthew couldn't help but complain when he heard this.

He thought he could get the fragment without doing anything, but in the end, it was all in vain.

After Matthew finished speaking, he immediately took out the Hunyuan Wuchan Sword.

As the magic formula was performed, the Hunyuan Wuchan Sword trembled slightly, and a purple sword light shot out from the sword body.

The sword light broke through the air, like a meteor across the night sky, and pierced straight towards the man in the black cloak with a sharp momentum.

When this man saw Matthew starting to attack without saying a word, he immediately put away the black bead, turned around and stood up from the altar.

With a flick of his wrist, a black sickle appeared in his hand.

The sickle was swung, and a black arc of light flashed out.

The purple sword light and the black arc of light collided directly with each other. Suddenly, there was a flash of light, a sharp sound, and a violent wave of air burst out.

The surrounding air was also shaken by this powerful force, forming cyclones that spread in all directions with a roar.

When the sword light and the black light arc disappeared, a deep pit appeared.

The gust of air just now gradually dissipated, and the man in the black cloak suddenly discovered that Matthew had disappeared.

Just as he released his spiritual sense to search for Matthew.

A sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded beside him.

A purple sword gleaming with cold light came rushing towards them like lightning, carrying a deadly threat.

The sword blade drew a cold light in the air, as if it was going to tear the void apart.

The man in the black cloak felt his heart tighten and he quickly dodged to the side.

However, the purple sword followed closely behind him, as flexible as a poisonous snake.

The man in the black cloak cursed inwardly, raised his hand quickly, and held the sickle across his body.

"Ding!"

The purple sword and the black sickle collided with each other, and sparks flew everywhere.

At the same time, Matthew appeared behind the man in the black cloak like a ghost.

His eyes were cold and he raised his hand and slapped the man in the black cloak on the back.

But something happened that Matthew didn't expect.

After this powerful and heavy palm strike, his palm seemed to hit the air.

Change the palm into a claw and grab with force.

The black cloak was grabbed in his hand.

But the people inside disappeared.

"You are quite capable. I haven't encountered such an opponent in a long time."

About seven or eight feet away from Matthew, a skinny old man stood there holding a sickle.

This person was the one hiding in the black cloak just now.

When Matthew saw this, a flash of fire appeared in his hand, and the black cloak in his hand immediately turned into nothingness.

Previously, both sides were just testing each other and did not display their real magical powers.

The purple light on Matthew's Hunyuan Wuchan sword became brighter and brighter, as if it was about to ignite the surrounding air.

The skinny man's black sickle exuded an extremely cold aura, and the black light seemed to contain endless deathly silence.

As both sides continued to inject their magic power, the entire space began to vibrate.

There was a solemn look in Matthew's eyes; he had never underestimated the other party.

Now the other party is about to use his real means, but he does not feel the slightest bit of fear in his heart, instead he feels a little excited.

It had been a while since he had really fought with anyone, and he wanted to see how strong he really was.

The two men didn't say a word and attacked almost at the same time.

Matthew reached out and grasped the Hunyuan Wuchan Sword, swung the sword and slashed out a bright purple sword energy, heading straight for the skinny man.

The skinny man was waving his sickle, creating dark whirlwinds that seemed real.

The two forces met in the air, and a deafening roar broke out in an instant. The purple light and darkness intertwined together, as if to tear the sky and the earth apart.

Matthew kept swinging the Hunyuan Wuchan Sword in his hand, and each sword carried extremely terrifying power.

The skinny man's sickle became sharper and sharper, and every swing could bring up a dark storm.