"It's great that I can last for so long after I just obtained the inheritance."

The Black-clothed Sword Saint recognized Qin Lang in one sentence.

Hearing that, Qin Lang's smile could not be hidden, then he took a step directly and came to the Black-clothed Sword Saint, and said eagerly: "It is my honor to be able to fight with Senior Sword Saint, I'll go first."

After saying that, Rong Longyi was shocked behind Qin Lang, holding a knife in one hand and a staff in the other, and rushed towards the God of Death without any hesitation.

At this time, the God of Death's right hand was in the side effects of the Hundred Ghosts' Night Walk, and the combat state could not be retrieved in a short period of time. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Qin Lang.

The weapons of both hands cooperated, one left and one right, pressing on the wrist and elbow of the God of Death's right hand, which made him unable to activate the sword intent for a while.

"Bang" Two weapons in Qin Lang's hand hit the sword.

Both sides took a few steps back to varying degrees, and in comparison, Qin Lang retreated further.

With this opportunity, the God of Death can activate the sword intent with his right hand.

But how could the Sword Saint in Black give him such a chance?

The iron sword was thrown out by the black-clothed sword saint, and the thousand-pound power on it fell on the joint of the God of Death's right hand, causing his sword-holding palm to tremble.

"Damn it, I was actually plotted by that kid. The side effects of the Baigui Night Walking are difficult to eliminate in a short period of time."

"Plus with the Black Sword Saint, I can't continue to consume it."

Death silently recited in his heart with his hands.

Then he passed the sword's edge through his palm, making the blood cover every part of the sword.

This move can shorten the time to activate the sword skill, thus giving you more chances to breathe. Otherwise, the God of Death's right hand would definitely die under the attack of the two of them.

How could the Black-clothed Sword Saint, who is also a swordsman, not be able to see this?

He winked at Qin Lang, stood in the air, and made an action similar to that of the God of Death's right hand.

Since he used blood to activate the sword technique, the Black-clothed Sword Saint can also compete with them. If it were under normal conditions, this competition might be full of many variables, but in the current situation, Qin Lang's role should not be underestimated. As long as he slightly drags down the right hand of the God of Death, the time difference will be enough.

The sonic attack used by "Dragon Zhen Jiutian" was once again used by Qin Lang.

The surging dragon roar instantly distracted the Death God with his hands.

It is precisely this gap that laid the result of this battle.

"The giant sword spreads across the sky, and the waves break." The black-clothed sword saint raised the iron sword that had expanded several times, and the momentum it produced was like a mountain.

This is one of his unique skills, and it is most suitable to deal with intensive attacks like Dahe Sword Intent.

On the other hand, on the right hand of the God of Death, he received the influence of Qin Lang. The Dahe sword intent that should have been emitted in an instant stopped, and the power it burst out in the end was 10 without 1.

Facing the Jingtao Po, the Dahe sword intent controlled by the God of Death's right hand was instantly defeated. He flew backwards and finally hit the protective cover. Blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth, nostrils and other seven orifices, and he looked embarrassed.

On the ruins, when Grandma Hua and other strong men saw the right hand of the God of Death who was knocked away, their minds became dull.

After the Black-clothed Sword Saint and Qin Lang solved the right hand of the God of Death, they were the ones who suffered.

In this case, they must seize the opportunity to escape, so as not to avoid the cannon fodder of this war. Then, not only will they not get any benefits, but they will instead expose themselves here.

In this way, Grandma Hua waved to Xiaoyue and several elders. When Qin Lang and his group focused on their right hand, they dug a big hole at the edge of the protective cover and prepared to leave here by hiding the ground.

The gully went from one meter to 10 meters, and finally reached one hundred meters. At this depth, the impact of the protective cover was already very small. With the power of Grandma Hua and others, it was enough to tear a small hole and escape from here.

Seeing that the group could successfully leave, they never expected that when Grandma Hua led her tribe members to bypass Qin Lang and others' sight, Death's right hand had already set its sight on them.

A sinister laughter came from the mouth of the God of Death's right hand.

"Mirely, it's so wonderful. You guys have time to make contributions to your money. I will remember your good deeds."

"Hundred Ghosts Walking Night" God of Death smiled with his right hand while stabbing his sword on the ground. The next moment, a black ghost shadow bypassed Qin Lang's black-clothed sword saint and came directly to the edge of the protective cover.

Seeing this, Qin Lang, who had been focusing on the right hand of the God of Death, just realized.

"No, this guy wants to blow up the protective cover, and chopsticks stop him quickly."

Although the reaction was not slow, from the perspective of early consciousness, Black-clothed Sword Body and Qin Lang both lost.

For the White Bird Clan and those who are preparing to escape, they will soon become the wedding dress for others to help Death escape with his hands.

The practice method of the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk comes from the dark world. One of the methods is to plant seeds in others in advance. When the time is right, you can forcibly ignite the seeds in others' bodies to generate huge power.

In this situation, it is time for the seeds raised by the God of Death to shine with the right hand of the God of Death.

When the black ghost came to the outer edge of the protective cover, Grandma Hua and others felt their bodies tremble. Then, everyone developed dizziness to varying degrees, followed by the expansion of the body's organs and the meridians all over the body, and it seemed that they were about to explode.

Among them, Xiaoyue was not affected by this.

Looking at the painful appearance of grandma and all the seniors, Xiaoyue's face instantly became panicked.

"Grandma, uncle, aunt, what's wrong with you?"

A delicate voice spread in the cave.

At this time, Xiaoyue had no idea what was going on.

Among everyone, Xiaoyue is praised as a thousand-year-old genius. At a young age, he can successfully upgrade to a third-level strongman with his talent and monster aura! Because of this, when Hua Grandma cooperated with the two evil spirits of the Death God, she deliberately removed Xiaoyue from the list. She did not allow him to accept the two evil spirits of the Death God to boost the growth of the two evil spirits of the Death God, thus avoiding this disaster.

Realizing this problem, Grandma Hua, who was about to reach the critical point, grabbed Xiaoyue and threw her up with all her strength, throwing her little granddaughter out of the trench.

As soon as Xiaoyue's body left, crackling explosions came from the trench.

Hearing this sound, she could only shout at the top of her throat, her face full of grief.

"Grandma, seniors," on the other side, Qin Lang and the Black-clothed Sword Saint heard Xiaoyue's roar as soon as they arrived here.
Chapter completed!