The black statue carries endless torrents of black matter, like a black dragon harnessing over the sky. One man controls all beasts to cover the sky. What you see in the eyes of ordinary people is the dark clouds that are surging when the end of the world are endless.

Elder Hua, holding a wooden horn in his hand, regained his young appearance, was like a particle flashing in the rushing torrent.

"Damn it, don't evade if you have the courage, and fight me head-on." The dark temple is like a person who speaks, and it's so angry.

Elder Hua became more and more calm and sneered: "The noise you made was huge enough, and now it has alarmed Cailuan Academy. I believe your good days will not last long, and your 20 years of dormant work will fail."

The temple statue swears, not scolding Elder Hua who was entangled with him, but a monk and a ghost in the mansion below.

"Zhao Wangkui, you dare to meet Princess Changping privately. If you are bad for me, you will never be reborn."

"Bastard Princess Changping, I agreed that the mansion could be built again if it is gone. What's more, a mere study room is destroyed. If you don't listen to me, you will be scattered."

Elder Hua seemed to be walking leisurely in the garden, but in fact he was extremely thrilling in the black torrent. If he was not careful, he would be doomed.

Only four of the nine tender leaves remained, and they were surging in the black torrent. They worked together to cut off a black dragon, and the four tender leaves changed their trajectory at the same time. Bypassed the dragon's blockade, they turned into flowing light and shot towards the dark temple statue.

At the same time, Elder Hua showed determination. The spiritual energy all over his body poured out at any cost to protect himself from strangling the dragon. However, the gap in strength was too obvious. Even if Elder Hua tried his best, he could not be able to have all the black material dragons under his crotch.

The figure who rushed forward was hit several times, and his face turned to Age again little by little. Elder Hua ignored his injuries and slashed fiercely with one man and one wooden wing. He split the black material dragon and wanted to split the black temple statue in half.

The giant was not angry but happy, and his lips raised a sneer: "Just wait for you to fight to the death, and after all, he did not have enough combat power to enter the Tao."

He opened his mouth and spit out a pitch-black relics, which exploded in front of the giant. No black matter overflowed, nor did the spiritual energy ripples shake.

The black hole pit that could not be seen appeared at first sight, and the suction force suddenly surged. Four tender buds were sucked into it in a flash, and the trace disappeared and they lost contact with Elder Hua.

With a "click", the dark temple statue cracked from the middle of its eyebrows. Then it split into two and collapsed to both sides. Elder Hua stood out and cut out the vacuum crescent moon, passing through the body of the dark temple statue.

The next moment, the statue of the temple divided into two was upright and closed. It was as intact as before, without any cracks.

The dark temple statue took a big stance, shrank into an inch and appeared directly in front of Elder Hua. After the opportunity was locked, the big fist of the millstone smashed out.

Elder Hua had no choice but to avoid it, and closed his eyes tightly as if he accepted his fate. This punch was too powerful and could make his head shattered. Elder Hua chose to give up and accepted the result that he thought of as soon as the war began.

Unexpectedly, his fists did not fall. When he opened his eyes, the statue of the temple had retreated a hundred feet away. He was full of vigilance and turned his head to look next to him.

Looking at the eyes, a man in white stepped on the flying sword and stopped in the air. The bitter sword energy was stirring, and the black matter could not approach it at all. The white clothes were fluttering, and it was particularly eye-catching in the dense darkness.

The black temple statue is believed to be a powerful person from Cailuan Academy to help, while Elder Hua smiled bitterly. Cailuan Academy is full of women from top to bottom, and I have never heard of a man named Sword God.

The man in white who was stepping on the sword seemed to understand their thoughts. He whispered with a warm smile: "I'm just watching the fun, you guys continue."

Elder Hua held his fists with a polite manner: "Thank you for your life just now.

At this time, she was an old woman, but her voice was a young woman. She was full of confidence, but she did not lower her eyebrows. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, she finally saved herself from a punch just now. She could not lose her sincerity, but she would not lose her backbone.

The man on the sword kept silent, and his mind was attracted by the black matter. He seemed to be familiar with something, and seemed to be a little extremely curious.

This action scared the dark temple statue very much. He asked tentatively: "Is this sword god a connection with my black Buddha lineage?"

The man stepping on the sword murmured: "Is this substance really unique to the lineage of the black Buddha?"

Realizing that his existence interfered with the fierce battle between the two, the man on the sword said politely and apologized: "I just saw these things a little strange. You continue to ignore me."

Elder Hua pulled the corner of his mouth, and there was no hope that a sword god would appear out of thin air to help. He just felt a little proud of the sword god, and he didn't take the fierce battle seriously.

The dark temple is like a terrifying person. The rippling sword energy alone can drive away black matter. Although I know that it is not the origin of black matter, the average mid-five realms will never have such strength.

There was a trace of suspicion in my heart. This sword god was not a powerful person in the upper fifth realm, right? Seeing that he was extremely interested in black matter, he was confused for a while.

Grandma Hua, who was unwilling to give up the buds at this time, tried to carry out black substances and continue to bombard the sword god with all his strength. She did not dare to use all her strength, and left her energy to guard against the sudden appearance of the sword god.

After a long gesture without pain or itching, the white-clothed sword god was still indifferent. The dark temple statue became more and more bold, and the attack became more fierce.

In the mansion, Xing Zhen broke away from the siege of black matter in a sea-like manner. Since his fist could not hurt the other party, he could only use his sword to continue fighting again. The young man held the sword and fought against the female ghost in the wedding dress.

The girl in the wedding dress was extremely surprised. A mere third-level warrior could withstand the erosion of black matter on his soul. It was far beyond her imagination, and he couldn't help but pay more attention to the young man with swordsman.

He was very confident in his skeleton. When he took action again, he paid attention to the fact that he wrapped his fists with black substance. It can be seen how high the female ghost in the wedding dress looked at Xing Zhen.

However, what the female ghost in the wedding dress did not expect was that a powerful black heavy sword actually slapped the black substance surrounding the fist, and the skeleton was sore. If you observe carefully, you will find tiny cracks.

Before he could react, the young man attacked again with his sword. One wave after another, one wave higher than another. The strange young man fought fiercely for a long time without seeing the loss of internal strength. He took a few sips of the strong wine in the gourd and became even more vigorous.

The old monk who had been paying attention to this side saw the embarrassment of the female ghost in the wedding dress. She was in the flames and gently slid her fingers together. A dark war halberd broke through the ground in the ruins, and the black light passed by was cold.

"No!" Du Xiuzhen roared and suddenly jumped out. He used his body to fight the battle halberd, and the black light penetrated his shoulders.

Driven by Du Xiu Needle, the trajectory of the battle halberd appeared a little far away. It brushed Hu Qiugu's ears, and the ears were all two by the strong wind.

Hu Qiugu wailed and Su Qingyi hurriedly stepped forward to check it out. Du Xiuzhen glanced at him and joined the battle circle with the old monk.

The instructor's clothes were stained with blood, his face was pale and pale. The bright red on the corner of his mouth was particularly conspicuous and charming.

Originally, with the blessing of Su Qingyi's righteousness, Du Xiuzhen and Xiaohong fought against the old monk with a little advantage. At this time, Du Xiuzhen was injured, his strength was greatly reduced, and the balance of victory and loss was tilted, which was between 5 and 5.

The war halberd fell into the hands of the female ghost in the wedding dress, and two black weapons collided one after another. Mars flew everywhere and flew away, and two figures shuttled through it.

The battle halberd swept across the board, and the boy leaned back and avoided. The flowing long hair was upright, and the sharp battle halberd brushed the hair away in one section. Xing Zhen, who was leaning back, kicked out one leg, hitting the chin of the female ghost in the wedding dress.

The female ghost thunderdressed backwards continuously, and a fist pierced in the back of her heart. The female ghost in the wedding dress, who was caught off guard, was smashed directly, and almost knocked off her head again.

The person who punches is Dandelion who hears the sound. If you are in trouble, don’t talk nonsense.

The body and hair are affected by their parents, so no one except monks cut their hair in the dragon continent.

Xing Zhen stabilized his body and looked at the hair that was being eliminated. His hatred surged, but his mood was as calm as water. He took off the small gourd around his waist and drank a mouthful of wine.

Then he threw the gourd to Dandelion and smiled and said, "Come on a bite."

The latter understands its meaning. During this period, the essence is deficient. The body is often weak for no reason. Drinking a sip of strong wine to replenish internal energy, and facing the enemy with a strong posture is even greater.

Xing Zhen reminded: "Be careful of black matter, which will erode the soul and be abnormal." After that, he threw out the mother-child blade and gave it to Dandelion.

Xing is really careful enough, knowing that his fist cannot hit the hard bones of the female ghost in the wedding dress. He has punishment to use, and Dandelion is also using fists without weapons. The mother-child blade is the only choice.

The latter was not pretentious, so he simply took over and tried it out.

The punishment trembled slightly, and the young man slowly waved his sword, and his steps were tilted around. It seemed lazy, but it was hard to hide the storm when the punishment was swung.

Xing Zhen's body swayed and shuttled through the black matter. When the female ghost in the wedding dress approached, the heavy sword wheel made great efforts and heavy weight. The master's playing style was special enough. Others used sword stabs to slash, and Xing Zhen used it as a stick.

·Dandoleng has his own methods, otherwise he would not have achieved results in the martial arts competition of the Dalu Dynasty. He followed closely, and did not use the mother-child blade as a fist without knowing how to use the sword. He did not play cards according to the routine, but the results were quite obvious.

I saw Xing Zhen that after he discovered that the punishment could disperse the black substance, it became more and more like a fish in water. He used his fist to fight the battle halberd, and both sides had their own advantages.

The punishment that had cleared the black substance suddenly swept across the board, and the female ghost in the wedding dress who had faced the enemy with one hand was caught off guard and was hit again. Then the punishment stopped leaving the shoulder, and slapped dozens of times in a row until the shoulder blades were smashed.

The female ghost in the wedding dress had her other hand, and was entangled by Dandelion and could not be distracted to provide rescue. It was really hard to say. In fact, the biggest mistake was that Xing Zhen and the puppy had planned to cut off their heads, which greatly reduced their strength, which was not as good as the original one or two.

There is also the hateful Changran man. He looks strong and must be the type who dares to fight. After the fight, the female ghost in the wedding dress realized that she was wrong.

Dare to fight and fight, Chang Ran’s man is as light as a swallow. You go forward and I retreat, you go back, you go back, you go forward, you go forward, you go back, you go forward, you don’t dare to ignore the mother-child blade. Not long ago, it cut off its head, and the female ghost in the wedding dress is vividly remembered.

The woman in the wedding dress looked at the old monk in anger, but her tone was extremely gentle: "Can you use more?"

The old monk in the flames smiled bitterly: "The Master Wen, who has offended, is dead, and what can I do? Kill one without losing money, kill two and earn one, just use it."

After hearing this, the female ghost in the wedding dress suddenly smiled sinisterly. Then the ground shook and the roar of the house collapsed one after another.

In less than three breaths, there were several mansions that were comparable to small towns. All buildings collapsed one after another. The once magnificent magnificence no longer exists, and there are ruins everywhere.

New cracks are constantly appearing on the earth, as thin as arms, and thick as they can swallow the entire human body. They are intertwined and stretched, more like a big mouth that opens its mouth, waiting for food to enter.

Black matter surged in the crack, and the stones and wood chips that fell into it turned into powder in an instant. Even the two stone lions at the main entrance of the mansion disappeared in an instant.

The majestic black matter overflowed and rushed to the female ghost in the wedding dress from all directions. The latter opened his mouth to suck the cow and drank it, and after drinking it, it condensed into the bones without flesh and blood.

The white bones gradually faded and the blackness replaced them, and the broken shoulder bones were replaced by surging black substances.

The female ghost in the wedding dress spoke, and the black substance blew out a large piece of it. The sound changed, not just a single woman, but a man or a woman, sometimes thick and sometimes sharp.

"You all deserve to die."
Chapter completed!