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Bladelight, fire shadows, the dangerous passage, the wave after wave of dangers. Under these wave of attacks, the assassin was having a difficult time dealing with them!

Puff! The red blood spread out, and on the wall, it looked like a beautiful flower with a thick ink painting that was suppressing the mind.

A drop of sweat dripped down from Chang Lou's forehead, and when it merged with Yan's red blood, it gave off a feeling of being infuriated.

The tension permeated the air, causing every single one of Chang Lou's handprints to look extremely slow and slightly shake.

A quarter of an hour was almost up, and more sweat and blood were pouring down from the whip of time. It was like a rainstorm that had been broken by thunder, dripping down onto the ground, the melody was like the sound of death.

"Haha!" "You were only so-so!"

Just as the Sword Master was feeling extremely anxious and exhausted, an old man with a large axe appeared in the narrow passageway. His voice was so light that it sounded like a sword stabbing into his heart, causing him to feel even more nervous.

He had accidentally made a wrong hand seal attack!

Chang Lou didn't even know how to express his current situation to his comrade! He rarely betrayed the trust of others. Everyone had entrusted him with this task, and it was especially so for those who had helped him.

Chang Lou gritted her teeth and spat a mouthful of essence blood on the slowly materializing black talisman in the air.

When the battle began, the swordsman drew his sword and the old man gripped the handle of his axe with both hands.

A pitch-black blade with a hilt and scabbard was black, shiny and desperate, as was his dress, a monotonous, solitary black, as was the night.

Everyone was afraid of the night. In a night where no one was around, there was fear and danger hidden everywhere in this pitch-black world.

Chang Lou was completely engrossed in her own matters, so she naturally did not see the color of the blade, nor the terrifying night sky blossoming.

"Others say that you are very strong, but this old man doesn't believe it! Come on, bring out all your strength! "

The old man raised his axe and swung it down like a tidal wave.

In a battle between two masters, just one move was enough. The assassin was confident that he would be able to determine the victor with one strike. Unfortunately, this was his previous self, the one who had not stepped into this great battle.

At that time, he was at the peak of his power. Now that he had been damaged by the formation, he was only seventy percent strong. Seventy percent of the swordsmen could only slash through the waves, but they could not directly cut off the source and kill the old man.

"You can! This old man has underestimated you. Very good! Let's decide who wins and who loses next! "

The old man took a big step forward and lightly swung the heavy axe in his hand.

The wind was gentle at first, but when it blew sand and dust into the air, destroying your senses, the power was stronger than the word 'shock'.

Xiao Feng, who seemed to be holding on to a weak willow, exploded with his strength in an instant. He opened his ferocious claws and teeth, and was about to smash down a mountain.

The hard wind blew against his face, causing streaks of blood to appear on his face. He looked like a man who had just crawled out of a pile of corpses. His clothes were tattered and covered in blood.

The farmer protecting him, the swordsman, had no time to pay attention to him. The main force to block the axe was him.

Boundless true energy blew on his bamboo hat and tightly stuck itself onto his face, covering his constantly pulsing pupils.

This was not fear, this was excitement! The excitement of death!

Experts had their faults, and Chang Lou was not lying at all. The more suppressed a true expert was, the more he would be able to display his combat prowess.

Death was something that only happened after a battle. If one were to think about what happened after death, then one would lose before the battle!

After a violent explosion, the battle ended. Although the battle that hastily ended wasn't at all intense, it was still a duel between life and death.

A bone deep wound had appeared on the swordsman's shoulder, and he had nearly lost his entire left arm.

The axe fell to the ground, causing the ground to tremble as if a giant had fallen.

"I'm old, I'm old!"

Half kneeling on the ground, the old man looked at the scattered dust and became absent-minded, as if he was reminiscing about the past.

At that time, he had been in high spirits and had not feared the viciousness and decisiveness of that time. It had flashed past his mind like a picture.

A breeze blew past, revealing the swordsman's young and deep eyes.

The swordsman looked into each other's eyes, and it was as if the swordsman could see from the old man's eyes the bold and unrestrained way he used to shake the world. His glory and his disappointment … … all his emotions passed through your eyes to the swordsman who was about to shake the world.

"Looks like you are worthy of your title!" You are very good! "

Like a flickering candle in the cold wind, the old man's body constantly trembled, on the verge of collapse. However, there wasn't a single trace of pain on his face, instead, it gave people the illusion that he was a teenager again.

"You're not bad too!"

Usually, when a young person spoke to an old senior in this manner, he would feel proud. However, the way the blade artist said it was definitely not arrogant, nor was it arrogant.

"The future sky still belongs to you little birds!"

The old man's face suddenly looked somewhat sorrowful. He sighed, turned his head around and sorrowfully shouted towards the deep passageway, "Fifth brother, I was wrong! "I … I'm sorry. I hope we can be brothers later!"

After throwing down those words, an earthen yellow arrow pierced through the old man's forehead.

Heroes always had to end, even the sun had to rotate! Who can live forever?

"Hopefully … the Heavenly Hawk … flew to the right place!"

With that said, the hero was done.

"Come out!"

The swordsman looked at the deep tunnel and growled hoarsely, No resistance is possible.

"I'm not as stupid as my third brother! Hehe! Give up, you have no chance! "

No one came out from the tunnel. Instead, three arrows containing boundless energy flew out.

"Interesting. It seems like Third Brother will have to get up and fight another 300 rounds with you!"

Seeing that the assassin easily caught the three arrows, the voice in the passageway became somewhat sinister.

The assassin steadied his breath, listening to the source of the sound, hoping to find the source and forcibly break through the array.

"No way!"

Chang Lou felt that the swordsman was losing his mind and was getting impatient. How could an expert's battle be judged by sound?

"Let me show you the true power of the 'Great Evolution Six Transformations'! "Ahaha …"

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