Seven Hundred and Seventy-Three. The King of Swords

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Yang Qun sat on the bed and rested quietly, his whole body's abilities were adjusted to the best condition.

As his thoughts spread, Yang Qun's sensory consciousness filled the entire space around him, without any dust, and he looked at every drop of water very carefully, until... there were some brand-new footsteps outside the door.

The footsteps were a little empty, this person's injury was not healed yet, he forcibly suppressed the internal injury in his body, the pain made him sweat profusely all over his body.

It was Mo Bai who came! !

Yang Qun opened his eyes, stepped down from the bed, chains rose from the huge blood coffin, and locked onto Yang Qun's body.

Mo Bai was still tossing and turning in front of the door, he didn't know whether he should knock on Yang Qun's door at this moment, what if he disturbed the other party's rest and aroused the anger of the black crow? From the performance of the black crow, it can be seen that his temper is very violent.

However, before he could take any action, the door of the room opened automatically.

Yang Qun seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time.

Mo Bai was stunned, and immediately stroked his chest and said, "Master Hei Ya, my adoptive father, Mo Sha, has been waiting for you for a long time."

Yang Qun nodded: "Lead the way."

Under the protection of a group of people, Yang Qun walked in the center of the main road and occupied the entire road. The people around Yang Qun who protected Yang Qun were fifth-level fighters around Mo Bai, and even the fourth-level Nightmare-level powerhouses did not stand. The power around Yang Qun, but such an exaggerated and luxurious lineup is actually just a ostentation. Everyone understands that Yang Qun's power does not need their protection at all, but these capable people must give Yang Qun face and make the ostentation big enough! !

The entire street was blocked, and the civilians were driven to both sides of the road amidst the sound of cursing. They looked curiously at the strange man surrounded by strong men in the middle of the road. It was a man wearing a blood-colored robe and carrying a blood-colored coffin! !

"Nah, nah... look at that man carrying the coffin..."

"He's so scary, it feels so scary standing there."

"Is there a line of people coming down from the top again? Look at how many people greet him!!"

"Shhh, talk in a low voice, if you make the people there unhappy, you won't be able to eat and walk around."

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The civilians in the crowd kept discussing, since the establishment of the base, it is rare to see such a lineup posture, it seems that this man is definitely not simple...

soon,

Yang Qun passed through the crowd and arrived at the tightly sealed military area. There were no more citizens here, only sentry posts and a large number of soldiers stationed here. After seeing Yang Qun's team, they all stood up and saluted. All the content of the review was omitted. However, it gave Yang Qun enough face.

All of this was done by Mo Bai for Yang Qun to see.

Everyone likes face.

And what Mo Bai did was to give Yang Qun as much face as possible.

In the end, under the leadership of Mo Bai, the number of people in the team became smaller and smaller, and the places they entered became more and more secretive, and the real master was ahead.

Finally, in front of a gorgeous hall, Mo Bai stopped, and there were only two guards following Yang Qun besides Mo Bai.

"Squeak..." Mo Bai opened the door of the hall and made a gesture of invitation.

"The adoptive father, Mo Sha, is inside, Mr. Black Crow, please."

At this point, Mo Bai's work has been completed. Yang Qun can say that he has a lot of face here, and Mo Bai can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The entire hall is covered with black marble. The hall uses very retro candles. The faint candlelight flickers with dim light, making the entire hall look a bit dim.

And at the end of the hall, a white-haired man sits in a figure made of candles, each and every candle seems to be made of blood, every time these candles burn, the drops of blood will flow smoothly The candle dripped, and finally fell into the blood groove under the candle.

If you look carefully, the blood groove under the candle actually forms the word "magic"! !

And that man with white hair actually sits in the very center of this magic word! ! !

However, the strange scene in front of him made Yang Qun feel nothing. He stepped into the hall fearlessly. The moment he stepped into the hall, the countless burning candles began to tremble violently, and the flames swayed and twisted continuously. It seemed that there was a gust of wind that would extinguish them at any time.

Momentum, it was Yang Qun's aura that disrupted the aura of the entire hall.

When Yang Qun walked into the hall, the door of the hall was also closed.

Yang Qun seems to have entered another space, another realm! !

Here, there are only the white-haired man and Yang Qun.

call……

call……

Yang Qun stood still, and the man sitting in the word "devil" also did not move, but the countless candles on the floor between the two kept twisting.

Yang Qun exuded bursts of powerful aura, which seemed to push the room apart. This aura was overwhelming, like an endless ocean, in which there was an endless sea of ​​dead blood.

On the other side, the white-haired man also exuded an extremely powerful domineering aura. He seemed to sweep the world, split the earth in half, and cut Yang Qun's sea of ​​blood in two. powerful momentum! !

This is a competition of momentum, neither Yang Qun nor that man moved, both of them are the strongest kings with firm minds, they are comparing their minds, concentration, and their own aura.

They all have their own beliefs, and the stronger the beliefs, the stronger the aura.

Yang Qun wants to occupy the whole world, but that man seems to want to chop the whole world down.

The two auras are flickering, they are entangled and colliding with each other. This is a kind of confrontation of ideas, which is more determined than whose "Tao" is.

Yang Qun, who was carrying the huge blood-colored coffin, closed his eyes lightly. He felt, silently felt the fierce aura of the other party. The aura was like knife marks slashing the entire space. He wanted to wipe out all the evil in the world. Cut off the injustice in the world, and cut all the evil spirits and heretics who invaded China into two halves.

He must be a master with a knife.

Is this organization called Sharp Knife named after him?

Yang Qun had already thought about it, he closed his eyes and meditated, all his breath was hidden in his body, and the burning candles around him immediately blew towards Yang Qun, which meant that his aura was far weaker than that of the other party.

However, Yang Qun suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of endless darkness and killing.

"Those who offend China will be punished even if they are far away."

"Why don't you kill them all before they attack me!!"

An incomparably powerful aura burst out from Yang Qun's body, sweeping across the sky, destroying heaven and earth.

The candlelight in the hall was annihilated under the strong wind. Yang Qun's aura directly suppressed the opponent, and he rushed like a hungry tiger. This destructive aura blew out all the candles.

Only the word "magic" under the white-haired strong man remained! !

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