Chapter 577: Stop Making Trouble

"Ah"

A piercing scream pierced the sky.

The storyteller covered his head desperately, looking at the masked man's body that was directly pierced, and the whole person lost control.

"Swish!"

At this moment, the ground suddenly shook.

The next second, four swords returned from the ground.

"Swish~"

Another piercing sound, this time the masked man fell backwards to the ground, and was even directly lifted up and carried high into the sky.

"Ah"

The storyteller's scream was about to stop, and he lost control again when he saw the masked man being hurt for the second time.

Cen Qiaofu covered his ears with a grin, and his eardrums were almost bleeding from the two screams.

"What's going on?"

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

This sudden black sword, which was not controlled by anyone at all, how could it pierce the chest of the first seat twice?

"What happened..."

"Keng"

There was no time to think more.

The masked man who was carried to the sky by the four swords had fallen from a high altitude, and was pinned to the ground by the fierce sword.

His body slid down.

The masked man was finally awakened from his coma by the pain after being injured three times.

"Puff!"

A large mouthful of blood was first sprayed out.

Then, confusion finally emerged in the turbid eyes of the masked man. He saw the black shadow that hurt himself, "There are, there are four swords?"

Cen Qiaofu was shocked when he heard it.

There are four swords?

This black sword, is there four swords?

In a flash, he rushed over.

But there are faster than him.

The storyteller took a step forward, whooshed in front of the masked man, stretched out his hands, and showed that he wanted to help but didn't dare to.

"Brother!"

"Brother, how are you? Does it hurt..."

"Nonsense." The masked man was angry, his lips moved several times, and finally turned into a twitching sentence, "First, help me pull out the sword first."

"I can't help!"

The storyteller stretched his hands forward and backward, squatted and stood up, "There are four swords, its fierce demonic energy, I can't bear it!"

"You..."

The masked man gasped in pain, feeling the boundless fierce demonic power being madly injected into his body, as if to directly collapse his weak body.

"If you don't hurry up, I'm really going to die!"

"I, I..."

The storyteller hesitated and stretched out his hand, and was about to grab it.

"Are you stupid!"

Cen Qiaofu moved in an instant and hit his hand back, "Forgot the power of space? There are four swords that you can easily touch?"

"Oh oh."

The storyteller collected his mind a little from the panic.

Cen Qiaofu couldn't bear it any longer.

"Get out of the way, I'll do it!"

He pushed the storyteller away and threw the axe in his hand back.

Then, under the horrified gaze of the masked man, he fiercely chopped horizontally.

"Clang"

How could four swords withstand such a force?

He was immediately thrown away!

However, this sword was shot out horizontally, but it did not break away from the masked man's body. Instead, it took the man to circle wildly in the sky for dozens of weeks, and then it was nailed into the ground again with a "clang".

"I..."

The masked man couldn't retract his bulging eyeballs at all. He only had time to utter a word before he was nailed unconscious again.

"Ah"

The storyteller's roar echoed the sky for the third time.

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

Cen Qiaofu was completely stunned.

He never thought that he would be thrown away with the sword.

Shouldn't the four swords be bounced off with one axe strike?

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

"Brother, brother!"

The storyteller ran to the masked man again and squatted down, tears streaming down his face.

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

He finally remembered the Yin-Yang Life and Death?, flipped it open, and with a single word of command, he wanted to make the four swords leave this space.

But...

"Buzz!"

The four swords seemed to feel that an external force was interfering with them, and they began to vibrate wildly.

The high-frequency amplitude, almost every second, could make the unconscious masked man's body twitch violently until he woke up and fainted again.

"How could this happen?"

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

"Can't pull it out?"

Cen Qiaofu was also frightened.

Do the four swords have a grudge against the chief? They are stuck in someone's body and can't come out?

Or...

Watching the masked man's face gradually turn black, Cen Qiaofu realized that something was wrong.

He knew how terrible the sword intention of the chief was.

These four swords were so fierce and evil, and they were probably absorbing nutrients crazily at this moment.

And with the chief's weak body, could he resist it?

"Get out of the way, I'll do it!"

Cen Qiaofu was about to push the storyteller away and draw the sword himself.

The storyteller was not happy: "Old man, if you want to murder your brother, just say it directly. I won't let you do it today!"

"Can you pull it out?" Cen Qiaofu was immediately angry.

"I can't pull it out..."

The storyteller was stunned and retorted: "Can you?"

"Get out of the way!"

Cen Qiaofu didn't have time to talk to this perverted man.

This guy just cares about chaos.

If the delay continues, if the leader is not killed by the black sword, he will 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.

After thinking for a while, he held it with one hand.

"Old man!"

The storyteller shattered the space in the blink of an eye, and it was already too late to stop it.

He could only watch helplessly as Cenchofu actually held the black sword with his body.

"Buzz!"

Four swords shook violently again.

The black evil force divided into two groups and poured into Cenchofu's body.

"Crazy, crazy..."

The storyteller immediately realized that the power of this evil demon was anything but ordinary.

In the ancient book space, even if Xu Xiaoshou transformed into the second son of the Saint Slave, the level of sword intent he displayed was estimated to be less than one ten thousandth of what it was at this moment!

"Why did you go crazy all of a sudden?"

The storyteller was about to collapse. He covered his head with his hands and opened his mouth.

"Shut up!"

Cenqiaofu immediately shouted.

He didn't take the time to draw the sword, but had to pay extra attention to the storyteller's cry.

"Open it, old man..."

Gritting his teeth, even though his right arm was completely soaked in black, Cenjov still did not give up and pulled the sword hilt upwards with all his strength.

"Chi~"

The sword leaves the ground.

But what was disappointing was that the masked man was still hunched over and was lifted up.

"this……"

Cenjov was dumbfounded.

How to do this?

He directly stepped forward and pressed it against the leader's chest.

"offend!"

"Bang!"

There was an explosion in the void, and the masked man's chest was kicked to pieces.

But the opposing forces finally caused Cenchofu to draw out four swords.

"ah"

The storyteller couldn't hold it in any longer.

He looked at his brother's chest that had been kicked to pieces with tearful eyes, unable to stop the murderous intention from the soul level.

"Old man, I'll kill you!"

"What are you going to do?" Cenqiaofu held the sword tightly and pointed the tip of the sword at the storyteller, "If you mess around again, I will chop you down first, do you believe it?"

"Ahhh!"

"Don't scream!"

"ah"

"puff!"

"Ah? Brother, brother, have you thought about it?"

The masked man finally woke up from the pain again.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he subconsciously covered his chest with his hands.

But I covered my loneliness.

"No, no more?"

The masked man looked down and froze on the spot.

Even if four swords pierced the chest just now, the wounds were not as big as this!

The next second, he suddenly started to gasp.

"hiss."

The severe pain that came from his chest almost caused him to die on the spot.

"What's going on?" Cenjov had no intention of explaining. He held up the four swords that were trembling constantly, as if he wanted to return to the first one to absorb nutrients, and asked aloud.

"What's going on, you still dare to ask?"

The storyteller roared, turned his head and reported bitterly to the masked man: "It's him. The injury on your chest was kicked out by this old man. I saw it with my own eyes."

"alright!"

The masked man waved his hands with difficulty, as if he didn't intend to pursue the matter at all.

Under the intertwining combination of swords in the broken chest, he regained his mobility within a moment, supported the ground, and tried his best to stand up.

"what happened?"

"Where did you bring this sword?"

Turning his head towards the storyteller, the masked man asked and put his fingers together in a familiar manner.

"Tick-tock-tock..."

The evil power, as dark as ink, turned into droplets of black blood and was discharged from the sword finger.

"People don't know!"

The storyteller was confused, "I didn't get this sword at all, it came with it on its own."

"Follow yourself?"

The masked man was stunned, "You didn't take it, and you're not an ancient sword cultivator. Why did it come with you?"

"People..."

The storyteller was asked.

yes!

How could the Four Swords follow me here? It's not...

"Who held the sword before?" The masked man narrowed his eyes.

"Wen Ming!"

The storyteller's pupils dilated, as if he had thought of something.

"It was Wen Ming who held the sword, and he was also responsible for the explosion. He wanted to blow up the White Cave and escape."

"Yes, he controls this sword."

"He's here?"

At this point in the question, the storyteller was stuck with his own speculation.

What a joke!

Just like Wen Ming, who is such a coward and doesn't grasp the opportunity to escape from his control, but still follows him?

What are you doing here?

Come here to confront the three Saint Slaves?

Does he have the guts? !

"Wen Ming..."

The masked man heard an unexpected name and confirmed: "Who knows?"

"Who else is Wenming? It's the one you mentioned!" The storyteller's voice was much louder.

The masked man raised his brows: "Have you found him?"

"Um."

The storyteller nodded, "Not only did he find him, he also fought with him. You didn't know that he was in the ancient book space before..."

"Hey, let me tell you!"

Suddenly there was a weak voice from one side.

The two of them looked sideways and saw that Cenchofu's entire face was completely dark.

That slumped look seemed like he was going to be extremely calm and enter a violent state in the next second.

"I say, you two, have you forgotten something?" Cen Qiaofu panted.

The masked man looked at the black sword that was still shaking wildly in his hand, smiled apologetically, and said: "Sorry, sorry, I forgot it, let it go."

"Let it go?"

Even though he was about to be overwhelmed by the power of the evil demon, Cen Qiaofu still felt that this suggestion was absurd.

Once this sword is released, it will pierce your chest again?

Do you still want to live?

The storyteller turned sideways and immediately blocked the masked man.

"It's okay."

The masked man stretched out his hand to push the storyteller away and said seriously: "Just let it go."

"Are you sure?" Cen Qiaofu felt that he was about to collapse.

The power injected into his body by this broken sword seemed endless.

If he held on any longer, he felt that he would hurt his foundation.

I really don't know how those ancient sword cultivators control this peerless evil sword?

"Yeah."

The masked man nodded expressionlessly, and Cen Qiaofu immediately stopped insisting and let go of the black sword.

"Clang"

The four swords made a clanging sound, and switched from the state of hanging on the ground to the attacking posture across the air.

The tip of the sword was aimed at the masked man in an instant, and stabbed fiercely.

"Stop it!"

The masked man did not flinch at all, and shouted immediately.

The next second, a shocking scene appeared.

The four swords stopped with a buzzing sound before piercing the masked man's chest, as if they were tightened by the power of the Heavenly Dao and could not move.

Cen Qiaofu's pupils shrank.

He was the way of killing.

How could he not hear that the chief's voice was actually just a simple order, and he did not even use the power of the Heavenly Dao rules.

Just like this...

The evil sword stopped?

The storyteller's eyes were also full of surprise, and his eyes swept back and forth between the masked man and the four swords.

A question arose in the minds of both of them.

Once again, the storyteller and Cen Qiaofu looked at each other and chose to keep silent at the same time.

"Buzz!"

Four swords stopped their forward momentum and shook, and the black evil power burst out.

"Enough."

The masked man's tone softened, but he looked at the black sword in front of him, but he was unmoved.

"Buzz!"

Four swords trembled again.

The evil power was so great that it almost dyed this world black.

The masked man clenched his fists, as if he was about to reach out.

After a long time, he took a deep breath and shook his head slowly.

Four swords suddenly became quiet.

The next second, its sword body shook lightly.

"Boom boom boom"

In an instant, sword intent was everywhere.

In the area of ​​dozens of miles, endless black sword energy suddenly exploded, directly tearing the entire space into a black hole.

"Fuck!"

Cen Qiaofu was startled and subconsciously took a few steps back.

The storyteller stepped forward and saw that even in such an explosion, the land under the masked man's feet was still intact.

His eyes rolled and he chose to retreat.

The two onlookers looked at each other again and looked away at the speed of light.

The masked man closed his eyes deeply.

When he opened them again, his eyes had returned to calm.

He ignored the black sword in front of him and cast his eyes on the storyteller, "You said before that the new holder of the black sword is Wen Ming?"

"Yeah."

The storyteller nodded like pounding garlic, but shook his head again: "No, no, he is not the holder of the sword. He just got the initial recognition of Yousijian and can borrow some power."

He glanced around with lingering fear.

"It's not that scary..."

If you really know that this black sword is so scary, the storyteller would never have given the little Wen Ming a chance to fight.

If this kind of attack had exploded at that time...

Even if he couldn't be killed by the explosion, he would have been killed by this annoying evil sword energy!

"Where is the person?"

The masked man ignored Yousijian, who was trembling wildly again, and took a step across and came to the front of the storyteller.

"The sword has arrived. Where is the Wen Ming you mentioned?"