"It's such a shameless thing for a man of age to bully the younger generation with such a heartless trick."

The sound of muddy floats across the skyline.

Qin Lang, who was already preparing to die, heard this sound, and a picture flashed through his mind.

He lifted his neck with all his strength, and what he saw was the dark iron sword.

The next moment, a shocking look emerged from his face.

"This is...before the Sword Saint..." Before he could finish his words, Qin Lang felt that his throat was blocked by an invisible force.

This also made him more sure of the identity of this person.

The Black-clothed Sword Saint is a very secret existence in the Black Water City. Except for the city lord, the general Bai Jing and Dr. Wang Liang, no one knows the existence of the Black-clothed Sword Saint, even the four elders, Fengyu Thunder and Lightning.

At this moment, the great god left the ruins and came to Qin Lang.

The black hair hanging behind the back drifted with the wind, Zhou Shen's robe was even more windless, and his deep eyes seemed to be able to see through the endless void.

Of course, the most dazzling thing about the Black Sword Saint is the black sword, which is also the black sword that has created a peerless killing god.

In the air, Zhao Huaiyi looked at the powerful man who suddenly appeared in front of him, and muttered in his heart.

According to his investigation, no one of the contestants except him has three levels of cultivation. What was going on with this guy in front of him?

From the encounter just now, Zhao Huaiyi could clearly feel that this person's strength is at least at the same stage as him. If he really starts, he may not be able to gain any advantage.

If you really want to start a war, you have to wait until all your own people come back.

The next moment, Zhao Huaiyi changed his vicious expression and faced the sword saint in black with a smile on his face. His words and deeds were full of flattery.

"I'm Zhao Huaiyi, the leader of the Dynasty alliance. As far as I know, there seems to be no information from you in the roster of participants. I don't know what you are saying this time."

"If it's just for the younger generation behind you, I can give you a face and not hurt him at all, but you can't interfere with others."

Hearing that, the Sword Saint in Black turned his head and looked at Qin Lang, his eyes conveying information, and what he wanted to express was exactly how Qin Lang was about to the people in the alliance.

After learning this information, Qin Lang responded without hesitation. His choice was not to abandon any subordinates.

At this point, the black-clothed swordsman showed a contemptuous smile on his face.

The reason why he asked Qin Lang for his opinion was not to give Zhao Huaiyi face, but to determine whether he wanted to save someone other than Qin Lang.

Now that there is an answer, this killing god from hell can also use his fists.

The surging murderous aura rose from the ground. The black-clothed sword saint pointed at the sky. Seven black swords appeared out of thin air, and 6 of them were transferred to other battlefields by him.

Suddenly, neither the strong men on both sides of Zhao Huaiyi and Qin Lang were able to move.

The murderous aura emitted by the 6 black swords instantly stunned them, and everyone's hearts trembled a little.

This example is no exaggeration to describe it as earth-shaking.

After resolving the disputes on other battlefields, the Black Sword Saint instantly flew into the air with the Black Sword. He said to Zhao Huaiyi with a cold expression: "I don't have the habit of giving others face. If you hurt that little guy, you will have to pay the price of your life."

After saying that, the Black-clothed Sword Saint pointed the black sword in his hand directly into the sky.

The entire sky became dark clouds, and the clouds continued to rotate, and finally connected to the iron sword.

In a blink of an eye, a black giant sword emerged, and the power of this sword exceeded the total of the previous six.

Even the three masters like Zhao Huaiyi felt the tremor of their souls.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhao Huaiyi swallowed, knowing that he had completely offended the strong man.

At this critical moment, there seems to be no better way than a fight with your back.

Subsequently, the leader of the dynasty alliance also showed his special skills.

Zhao Huaiyi closed his palms together, and an extremely dazzling sun slowly emerged.

The dazzling light formed a strong contrast with the black giant sword. As soon as the two appeared, they attracted the microscope of countless strong men below.

In response to this, Thunder Emperor and other powerful people who have always been arrogant also expressed.

"Is this realm really something that I can reach?"

In the words, the Black Sword and the Sun collided, and the aftermath of the collision between the two instantly swept across the entire battlefield.

All the buildings in the ancient city turned directly into powder, and the earth started to burn.

In addition, those powerful people in the Huanyun Tiantian level and those who were seriously injured in the quasi-dao cultivation also became cannon fodder in the aftermath.

When the fox saw Qin Lang at the core of the encounter, he immediately used the power of the dragon bone to break through the black sword limit, blocked Qin Lang with his body, and endured all the aftermath alone.

The smoke and dust filled the earth, the earth was sunk for as much as 5 meters, and all the strong men under Zundao practice were wiped out. These were the momentum caused by the two top-level strong men's collisions.

In the core of the collision, two figures stood parallel, one of which was already in a mess. Although it was floating in the air, its body was already full of holes, as if half of its body had been cut off.

When the aftermath completely dissipated, the two people in the core also showed their faces.

At this moment, the person who was beaten to the point of only half of his body was Zhao Huaiyi, the leader of the Dynasty Alliance.

Now, the near-fatal trauma makes this arrogant and powerful man look like a walking zombie.

Obviously, he suffered a great loss in the previous encounter, and on the other hand, the Black-clothed Sword Saint was not even stained with dust on his sleeves.

This performance can still show absolute strength.

Staring at the Black-clothed Sword Saint fiercely, Zhao Huaiyi spitted blood while saying, "How is this possible? You and I are clearly in the same realm, why didn't my attack hurt you at all?"

Indeed, the Black-clothed Sword Saint is very strong, but he has not crossed the threshold of the fourth stage of the Great Dao cultivation. His real realm is just the peak of the third stage.

Zhao Huaiyi was puzzled. Although he had not reached the peak, he was at the same level as the Black-clothed Sword Saint, so why did his attack not hurt him at all.

But what he didn't know was that sometimes it did not fully represent strength, at least this is how the Black-clothed Sword Saint was.

Long before entering the ancient ruins, the Black-clothed Sword Saint was already in this strength. Years of killing did not increase his level, or even prevent him from moving forward.
Chapter completed!