Chapter 352: Supreme Nightless
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The bald man looked at An Lin in the distance, his face changed.
This breath... is very strong!
An Lin also looked up at the bald man, his eyes were as black as ink, and a black cloak condensed behind him in an instant, and even the black ribbon wrapped around the Shengxie Sword was like an extra black coat.
There was silence all around, and the breath of death and the end spread like ripples.
An Lin was in the center of the darkness, like a king who dominated the night, calm and restrained, but with absolute power that could make people sleep forever.
A gust of wind blew, and An Lin's figure disappeared.
The bald man's eyes condensed, raised his fist and blasted forward without hesitation.
At this time, the black sword blade had come to him with unparalleled power and collided with his fist.
"Boom!"
The collision of the two forces caused the vitality to surge thousands of meters, and the terrifying air wave explosion even completely destroyed all objects within a hundred feet.
An Lin and the bald man took a few steps back at the same time. The bald man's gloves had been torn by the sword blade, revealing an obvious blood mark, while An Lin was unharmed, and rushed towards the bald man with a sword again with an indifferent look.
The extremely domineering sword slash, without any fancy collision, the burst of energy turned the world upside down.
The bald man was forced to retreat again and again by An Lin's unstoppable sword slash, and soon more than a dozen blood marks appeared on his body.
In the eyes of the bald man, the black cloak behind An Lin became bigger and bigger, and seemed to have become a dark canopy covering the sky, and the sword in An Lin's hand became the executor of death and end in the canopy, declaring its sovereignty at all times.
Xuanyuan Cheng and Liu Qianhuan looked up at the sky, where the black cloak covered the sunlight.
The night slowly fell, and An Lin's Tai Shang Wu Ye Sword Technique finally accumulated to the peak!
Yes, this time An Lin did not use the Six Swords of the God of War, but followed Xiao Xie's advice and used the Tai Shang Wu Ye Sword Technique he had just acquired!
Xu Xiaolan was forced back by a red rainbow. As her black dress fluttered, her eyes were already fixed on the man in the distance.
The True Rainbow War Emperor was too powerful. Even with the efforts of Da Yi and Da Er to contain them, Hu Guan and Yao Mingxi were still in danger of death, so Xu Xiaolan followed An Lin's arrangement and temporarily went to support Hu Guan and others.
Before they separated, An Lin said that he would definitely defeat the bald man. Seeing An Lin's very serious expression, Xu Xiaolan believed his words and believed them without a doubt.
And now, it was finally the most critical moment.
The bald man was beaten to a bloody state, his fists clenched, and his momentum soared to the limit.
"Boy, don't be too arrogant, take my serious punch!"
The muscles on the bald man's arm suddenly swelled, and his vitality surged for thousands of meters, forming a huge cyclone, and the center of the cyclone was his right fist.
A punch!
The red fist seemed to break everything, and it was getting bigger and bigger in An Lin's eyes.
Its momentum was so great, as vast as the sea, and its power was so fierce that it broke the sky and split the earth!
An Lin's face became extremely solemn. He flew the sword in front of him and spun rapidly. The black cloak turned into a sky curtain and flowed down like an ink-colored river, condensing into a vortex in front of him that sucked the heaven and earth.
Ninety-nine black vortices began to appear. Its center was so deep that even the human soul could not escape. It was like a black hole that melted and swallowed everything, and it directly faced the red fist.
"Boom!"
The terrifying force broke the vortex layer by layer, and the space began to distort, ten layers, twenty layers, thirty layers... ninety layers.
Black cracks appeared in the void with a chaotic breath, which was a sign that the space was cracked.
An Lin's internal organs were broken and his bones were covered with cracks. This was already an extremely fatal injury, but he did not have a trace of fear or retreat, and his eyes were clear as a scene.
In his heart, now is the moment to decide the outcome!
The Shengxie Sword turned into a black shadow and returned to his hand. A cold and slightly excited voice sounded:
"An Lin, close your eyes!"
An Lin closed his eyes, and then he saw the light.
It was a ray of light in his consciousness, tearing through the entire darkness, extremely dazzling!
The Shengxie Sword burst out with an extremely bright light, as if the night ushered in the dawn, as if extinction gave birth to hope.
The black sky was torn apart by the white light, and An Lin's cloak and the black ribbon of the Shengxie Sword all dissipated.
The white sword light soared into the sky, as if it had been suppressed for a long time and finally got released, and it released its energy freely and madly.
"The last move, Taishang Wuye, dawn!"
The bald man looked at the white sword light, which tore through the darkness, broke through the world, and became the only color in the world, powerful, dazzling, and full of hope!
Whether it was the enemy or the team members, they all involuntarily cast their eyes on the sword that spanned the sky and earth, and their hearts were deeply touched.
The bald man's chest had been pierced by a white sword beam at some point, blood mist filled the sky, and his body fell to the ground powerlessly.
An Lin also fell to the ground powerlessly. His body was completely hollowed out. The sequelae of using the Black Nether Source Energy for too long was not just a simple exhaustion, it might also affect the foundation of Taoism.
His body was embraced by a warm arm, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Xuanyuan Cheng's handsome and caring face.
"Student An Lin, are you okay?"
"No... I'm fine."
An Lin shook his head weakly, but unexpectedly, his blood surged and he coughed up blood foam again.
Yes, not only was his body hollowed out, but all his organs were almost destroyed by that punch.
Sheng Xie Jian shouted "Great", then hid back in the ring, ignoring its owner's current miserable situation.
Xuanyuan Cheng put An Lin and Liu Qianhuan, two seriously injured soldiers, together and fed them elixirs to recover from their injuries. In fact, he himself was also seriously injured, but he could barely stand.
Just when An Lin thought he had defeated the fake Saitama and could relax.
A voice made him tremble all over, and endless chills rose in his heart.
"Cough, cough... I really underestimated you."
A bald figure slowly climbed up from the ruins, with a bloody bald head, which was still very conspicuous under the sunlight.
He covered the bleeding wound on his chest and walked towards An Lin and others step by step, with a fierce fighting spirit in his eyes: "Your fighting power has far exceeded my imagination, but you are still a little short of defeating me."
As he said this, the bald man laughed: "Are you surprised, unexpected, and exciting?"
He clenched his fists and kept moving forward. Three people with low health... he was going to kill them all! The distance between him and An Lin and others was getting closer and closer, like the most ferocious ancient demon god, about to open its deadly fangs.
At this moment, the space was rippling slightly.
A blue arc of light passed behind the bald man, like a wild goose brushing the water, flashing away.
Very quickly! Very unexpected!
Just when the bald man was the weakest and his emotions fluctuated most violently, the scythe of the god of death fell gently...
The bald man looked at the bloodstain on his neck, his eyes widened, and there was still an expression of disbelief on his face.
An Lin, Liu Qianhuan and others looked at the blue figure in the distance and took a deep breath.
"Well done! Perfect!" An Lin sat up in shock from his near-death illness and said loudly.
"This is the role of assassins in team battles..."
Liu Qianhuan's purple eyes shone with brilliance, and a pretty smile rose at the corners of her mouth.
In the distance, the blue moonlight wheel danced happily around Su Qianyun, as if asking for credit.
Su Qianyun wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and smiled happily at An Lin and others. Her fair and delicate face had two shallow dimples, which was cute and charming.