“Let go?”

Even though he was about to be overwhelmed by the power of the evil spirit, Cenchov still felt ridiculous about this proposal.

Once this sword is released, it shall not pierce your chest again?

 Do you still want to live?

The storyteller turned sideways and immediately blocked the masked man.

 “Out of the way.”

The masked man stretched out his hand to push the storyteller away and said seriously: "Just let go."

 “Are you sure?” Cenjov felt that he could no longer bear it.

The power that this broken sword injected into the body seemed to be endless.

 If he held on any longer, he felt like he was going to damage his foundation.

I really don’t know how those ancient sword cultivators control this peerless and vicious sword?

"Um."

 The masked man nodded expressionlessly, and Cenjov immediately stopped insisting and let go of the black sword.

There was a sonorous sound of the four swords, and they directly switched from the state of hanging straight on the ground to the posture of attacking across the air.

 The tip of the sword was immediately aimed at the masked man and stabbed suddenly.

"Stop it!"

The masked man didn’t even flinch and immediately shouted.

 The next second, a scene that shocked everyone appeared.

Just before they were about to pierce the masked man's chest, four of the swords paused with a hum, as if being tightened by the power of heaven and unable to move.

 Cenjov's pupils shrank.

 He is Zhan Dao.

How can you not hear that the leader's voice is actually just a simple command, without even using half of the power of the laws of heaven.

That's it……

 The fierce sword has stopped?

 The storyteller’s eyes were also filled with surprise, and his eyes swept back and forth between the masked man and Yousi Jian.

 A question arose in both of their minds.

 Again, the storyteller and Cenjov looked at each other and unanimously chose to remain silent.

 “Buzz!”

 Four swords stopped their forward momentum and then shook, and the black evil power burst out.

"enough."

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

 “Buzz!”

 Four swords trembled again.

The power of the evil demon is so overwhelming that it is about to blacken this world.

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

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

 Four swords suddenly became silent.

 The next second, its sword body shook slightly.

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 In an instant, swords were coming from all directions.

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

 “Fuck!”

Cenjov was startled and subconsciously took a few steps back.

The storyteller stepped forward and saw that even amidst such explosions, the land beneath the masked man's feet was still intact.

 He rolled his eyes and chose to retreat.

The two onlookers looked at each other again and looked away at the speed of light.

 The masked man closed his eyes deeply.

 When I opened it again, my eyes had returned to calm.

He ignored the black sword in front of him and turned his attention to the storyteller, "You said before that the new sword holder of this black sword is Wen Ming?"

"Uh-huh."

　　The storyteller nodded like a fool, but then shook his head: "No, no, he's not the sword holder, he just got the initial approval from You Si Jian, so he can borrow some power."

 He glanced around with lingering fear.

 “It’s not that scary...”

If you really knew how terrifying this black sword was, killing the storyteller would never have given Xiao Wenming a chance to fight.

If this kind of attack had exploded at that time...

Even if you can’t be killed by the explosion, you will still be killed by this nasty evil sword energy!

 “Where are the people?”

The masked man ignored the four swords that were trembling wildly again, took a step across, and came to the front of the storyteller.
Chapter completed!