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 A piercing scream penetrated the sky.

　　The storyteller clutched his head, looking at the masked man’s body that had been directly pierced, and he lost control.

 “Whoops!”

 At this moment, there was a sudden earthquake in the ground.

 The next second, four swords came back from the ground.

There was another loud sound, and this time the masked man fell to the ground, and was even lifted up and carried high into the sky.

"ah"

 The storyteller's screams were about to stop, but seeing the masked man being hurt a second time, he lost control again.

Cenjov bared his teeth and covered his ears, almost causing his eardrums to bleed from the two screams.

"what's the situation?"

There was no time to stop what was happening in front of him, but Cenchov also witnessed the whole process from one side.

This sudden black sword was completely uncontrollable, so why could it pierce the chest for the second time?

"what happened……"

 Haven't had time to think too much.

The masked man who was carried into the sky by four swords has fallen from a high altitude and is stared at the ground by the fierce swords.

 The body then slid down.

 After being injured three times, the masked man was finally awakened from his coma.

 “Poof!”

 A large mouthful of blood was spurted out first.

Immediately, confusion finally emerged in the masked man's cloudy eyes. He saw the dark shadow that hurt him, "Yes, are there four swords?"

 Cenjov was shocked when he heard this.

 There are four swords?

This black sword has four swords?

 With a swipe, he rushed over.

  But there are others faster than him.

The storyteller took a step forward and swooped in front of the masked man. He stretched out his hands, as if he wanted to help but did not dare to help.

"elder brother!"

 “Brother, how are you, do you feel any pain...”

"Nonsense." The masked man was so angry that he closed his lips a few times, and finally turned into a twitching sentence, "First, help me pull out the sword first."

 “Can’t help!”

The storyteller stretched his hands forward one after another, squatted down and stood up again, "These are four swords. I can't bear the ferocious aura of them!"

"you……"

The masked man gasped in pain, feeling the boundless evil power being crazily injected into his body, as if he wanted to directly defeat his weak body.

 “If you don’t hurry up, I’m really going to die!”

 “People, people…”

 The storyteller hesitantly stretched out his hand and was about to grasp it.

 “You’re stupid!”

Cen Qiaofu hit his hand back in a moment, "Forget the power of space? You can easily touch with four swords?"

 “Oh oh.”

The storyteller finally regained his composure from the panic.

Cenjov could no longer stand it.

 “Get out of the way, here comes the old man!”

 He pushed the storyteller away and swung the ax in his hand back.

Immediately, under the horrified gaze of the masked man, he slashed horizontally.

 How can any of the four swords withstand such strength?

　　　Even if it is directly kicked away!

However, when the sword was fired horizontally, it did not break away from the masked man's body. Instead, it led the man to circle wildly in the sky for dozens of weeks before being nailed into the ground with a clang again.

middle.

"I……"

The masked man’s protruding eyeballs could not be retracted at all, and he only had time to utter a word before he was knocked unconscious again.

"ah"

 The storyteller’s roar filled the sky for the third time.

 He jumped up like crazy and accused: "Old man, what a good thing you did!"

 Cenjov was completely stunned.

This kind of result of being whipped away together with the sword was something he never expected.

 Shouldn’t it be that one ax was struck and four swords were deflected?

 How come it still has suction power and can suck people away?

 “Brother, brother!”

 The storyteller ran to the masked man again and squatted down in front of him, tears welling up in his eyes.

"You can't die, brother..."

He finally remembered Yin Yang Life and Death? He opened it and gave an order to make the four swords escape from this space.

But……

 “Buzz!”

 Four swords seemed to feel an external force interfering with them, and they trembled crazily.

That high-frequency amplitude, almost every second, can make the masked man who has fainted violently twitch until he wakes up and faints again.

"how so?"

 The storyteller was dumbfounded and immediately stopped using the power of space.

 “Can’t pull it out?”

  Cenjov was also frightened.

　　Do these four swords have a grudge against the leader? They are stuck in his body and cannot come out?

Or……

 Seeing the masked man's face gradually darken, Cenjov realized something was wrong.

 He knew how terrifying the leader’s sword intent was.

These four swords are so ferocious that they can't be said to be frantically absorbing nutrients at this moment.

 And with the weak body and bones of the leader, how can he withstand it?

 “Get out of the way, here comes the old man!”

Cenjov pushed the storyteller away again and stepped forward to draw his sword.

 The storyteller quit: "Old man, if you want to murder your brother, just say so. There is no way they will let you do it today!"

 “Can you pull it out?” Cenjov immediately became angry.

 “You can’t pull it out...”

The storyteller was stunned and retorted: "You can?"

"Step aside!"

  Cenjov had no time to talk to this perverted man.

This guy is just confused if he cares.

If the delay continues, the first one will not be killed by the black sword, but will also be driven crazy by the power of the evil demon.

With a move of his hand, the storyteller was banished on the spot, and Cenjov immediately passed him and came to the front of the masked man.

 Think about it and hold it directly with one hand.
To be continued...