Chapter 953 Wait! I Surrender!

As soon as Liu Wuhen finished speaking, the long sword in his hand drew a sharp arc, directly blocking the long sword that was stabbing at Lin Bingchun's back.

The two swords intersected, sparks flew, and a strong recoil force made the arm of the strong man in the distraction realm numb slightly.

Liu Wuhen took advantage of the situation and took a step forward. His figure was as erratic as a ghost, and his long sword slid quickly along the opponent's sword body, directly approaching his throat.

The strong man in the distraction realm was shocked and quickly dodged sideways. At the same time, the long sword in his hand swung rapidly to form a defensive sword net.

Liu Wuhen did not give him a chance to breathe. He tapped the ground with his toes, and the whole person flew into the air. He turned over in the air, and the long sword came down from top to bottom. A sword energy chopped down like a mountain.

Seeing this, the strong man in the distraction realm held the hilt of the sword with both hands and tried his best to resist upwards.

There was a loud "dang" sound, and the long sword in his hand shattered.

The huge impact force made his feet sink several inches into the ground, and his arms also felt a sharp pain.

The old man in black robe saw his men in trouble, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

He muttered something and quickly formed seals with his hands.

The black mist suddenly surged, rushing towards Liu Wuhen and Lin Bingchun like a surging tide.

In the mist, those hideous ghost faces became clearer and kept making shrill cries.

Seeing this, Lin Bingchun's eyes flashed with a trace of determination, and he no longer held back.

He held the spear with both hands and pulled it out of the ground suddenly. The light on the spear body was bright, the power of the law emerged, and the golden spiritual power burned like a flame.

"Hah!" Lin Bingchun shouted, and the spear in his hand danced quickly, forming a golden gun curtain in an instant.

The black mist hit the gun curtain, making a "sizzling" sound. Countless ghost faces struggled and twisted on the gun curtain, but they could never break through this layer of defense.

At this moment, Liu Wuhen had already dealt with the sneak attacker. He flashed and rushed into the black mist first.

His figure was looming in the mist, and the black mist was constantly dissipated by the sword energy as the long sword was swung.

Those ghost faces felt the threat of Liu Wuhen and rushed towards him one after another.

Liu Wuhen was not afraid at all. He used his long sword and the sword energy flashed. Each sword energy accurately pierced the eyebrows of the ghost faces and turned them into nothingness.

Seeing this, Lin Bingchun's long spear in his hand was like a dragon out of the sea, galloping in the black mist.

His spear skills were extremely sharp, and every time he stabbed, he brought a powerful spiritual power fluctuation. Wherever he passed, the black mist dissipated.

The old man in black robe was shocked to see the two men so brave.

He found that he was not a match for any of them.

Now facing two people at the same time, the pressure increased exponentially.

In desperation, he slapped his chest fiercely.

A mouthful of blood spurted out and merged into the black mist. His face instantly became as withered as the bark of an old tree.

However, at a huge cost, the black mist became thicker and the ghost faces became crazier.

Their speed suddenly increased, and they launched a more fierce attack on Lin Bingchun and Liu Wuhen.

In this increasingly thick and weird black mist, Lin Bingchun and Liu Wuhen were as firm as a rock, and were not shaken by this crazy attack at all.

The long sword in Liu Wuhen's hand flashed with a cold light, and every swing brought out a sharp sword energy, which smashed the ghost faces that came to him.

His figure was like a ghost, moving freely in the mist.

Those ghost faces that tried to attack at close range were strangled by the sword energy before they touched the corner of his clothes.

And Lin Bingchun, with a spear in his hand, was like a golden dragon, roaring and raging in the mist.

The golden spiritual light on the gun body became more and more dazzling, illuminating the surrounding area.

He used all his skills, and every move and every style contained powerful power.

As the gun shadow flashed, the black mist dissipated like cloth cut by a sharp blade.

The old man in black robe saw that he could not do anything to the two people even with his blood and energy, and the fear in his heart spread like a surging tide.

He knew that if he continued like this, it would only be a matter of time before the two broke through the black mist.

By then, his life would be in danger.

A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he decided to go all out.

The old man in black robe suddenly put his hands together, muttering something, and the black mist around him gathered towards him at a crazy speed.

In the blink of an eye, he was wrapped in a huge black fog ball.

The roar of the ghost face kept coming out of the fog ball, as if an evil ritual was being performed.

Lin Bingchun and Liu Wuhen looked at each other and saw vigilance in each other's eyes.

They knew that the black-robed old man's move must be dangerous, so they did not dare to slack off. They quickly adjusted their status and were ready for battle.

At this moment, the black fog ball suddenly exploded.

A powerful force spread out from the explosion point.

Countless black blades shot out from the fog ball, attacking Lin Bingchun and Liu Wuhen like a rainstorm.

These blades were extremely fast, and the air was torn apart wherever they passed, making a sharp whistling sound.

Lin Bingchun shouted loudly, and the long spear in his hand danced quickly, forming an airtight defense barrier in front of him.

The golden spiritual light collided with the black blade, making a series of "ding-dong" sounds, like a piece of metal knocking music.

Every collision triggered a powerful spiritual power fluctuation, which shook the surrounding black fog away.

Liu Wuhen flashed, shuttling between the black blades like lightning.

The long sword in his hand flexibly blocked the attacking blades, while looking for the flaws of the black-robed old man.

At this critical moment, he keenly discovered the short flaw of the black-robed old man after launching the attack.

Liu Wuhen did not hesitate, and his figure was like a ghost, and the long sword in his hand stabbed the black-robed old man's chest with an indomitable momentum.

The black-robed old man was terrified and wanted to dodge but it was too late.

He could only hastily condense a black spiritual shield to try to resist Liu Wuhen's fatal blow.

With a "click", Liu Wuhen's long sword stabbed the black spiritual shield, and cracks appeared on the shield in an instant.

The powerful force penetrated the shield, shocking the black-robed old man's blood and blood, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

However, the black-robed old man had a deep cultivation after all, and he endured the pain and retreated violently.

At the same time, he quickly formed seals with both hands, preparing to launch another attack.

How could Lin Bingchun give him another chance? He took advantage of the black-robed old man's injury and stabbed out the long spear in his hand like golden lightning, directly at the black-robed old man's throat.

The black-robed old man widened his eyes in horror, knowing that he could no longer avoid this attack.

At the critical moment of life and death, a thought of survival suddenly flashed through his mind.

"General Lin, wait! I surrender!"

The long spear in Lin Bingchun's hand suddenly stopped when it was only a millimeter away from the black-robed old man's throat. The strong wind from the tip of the spear made the black-robed old man's neck skin hurt.

He widened his eyes, and the horror on his face had not yet faded. The beads of sweat on his forehead rolled down, wetting his slightly messy beard.

Liu Wuhen had also come to Lin Bingchun's side at this time, and the long sword was still flashing with cold light.

He stared coldly at the old man in black robe, his voice as cold as the north wind in winter: "You want to surrender when you see the situation is not good, take a good look, are there any of your men who can still stand?"

The old man in black robe heard this and looked around with trembling eyes.

The men who were fighting with Chen Ze's clones were now lying on the ground in all directions.

Their bodies were twisted, and their faces were full of fear and pain.

In the whole hall, blood was flowing on the ground, gathering into shocking pools of blood.