"Brother, retreat quickly, retreat quickly."

Hei Shisan screamed in shock. She was injured just now in this golden light. Although the light was beautiful, it was like a poison. When a person was shrouded in it, his power was only one-third of his usual life and could not be exerted at all. It was like being absorbed by this light and allowed to be slaughtered by others.

But it was too late to scream. The pastor narrowed his dry eyes and a cold murderous intent appeared on the corner of his mouth. The baton in his hand shook gently, then he immediately raised it, raised it above his head, and stroked it down fiercely, and the golden light immediately changed.

A golden illusion sword appeared, but it quickly sank, like sinking into the water, disappearing

Because there was already a person standing beside the priest, his hand was placed on the priest's head, and his face was covered with cold coldness. The priest was like a rat, strangled by someone's neck and his legs were bouncing, but he could not escape this control. "Pastor Rapu--" This man, of course, was Ning Caichen, worried that he could not find the whereabouts of the Dark Realm, but he did not expect that he would send a few road explorers at this moment. This power of light was obviously from the Dark Realm. Ning Caichen was a little surprised that behind the Song family in the south, there was not only the power of the ancient martial arts realm, but also the power of the Dark Realm.

This made him become cautious. The Song family stood in the south, covering the sky with one hand, which seemed very difficult.

As several masters of swords called, two of them had already attacked, as if they wanted to rescue the priest in front of them. Ning Caichen sucked the priest's head like a suction cup with one hand, raised his head, sneered, and waved his other hand casually, and two blue and white sword energy had already pointed out.

The two masters of swords and swordsman who rushed over, one of them was attacked and fell out of their bodies. They were so terrible that they didn't get up for a long time, and the other did not get up sideways, but they looked quite embarrassed, with more than ten meters away, and there was a panic on their faces, as if they were timid about Ning Caichen's strength.

"Sizi—" The priest's body sucked in Ning Caichen's hand made a sound, and the resistance struggle slowly became weak. Finally, when Ning Caichen put down his hand, the priest had already fallen softly and turned into a corpse.

"You, you are Ning Caichen--" The remaining people, and a few old men, one of whom was as thin as a wood, with the most violent sword intent on his body stepped forward two steps, stopped the attack on the Death Saber, and turned to face Ning Caichen.

Ning Caichen raised his head, closed his eyes and breathed heavily. He absorbed too much consciousness in the priest's mind. Now he finally understood what the so-called dark world was. The dark world was not a complete world.

"I am Ning Caichen, who are you?"

"I am the swordsman Bo Boer. I heard that you are the number one master in the city. Today I really want to see it." The old man slowly raised the sword in his hand, his eyes dyed with blue light, like unfathomable sea water, which was surprising.

Sword masters are considered middle-level masters in the dark world. After all, it takes at least twenty years for ordinary people to go from swordsman, swordsman, and then to swordsman. Some people with poor qualifications may not reach such a state in their lifetime. Just like the innate masters in the ancient martial arts world, this also requires great opportunities.

From the priest's consciousness, Ning Caichen already knew that the Popoer in front of him was a level nine sword master, and he was about to break through. He found Ning Caichen like this, probably because he wanted to fight with the city's number one master and improve himself.

Ning Caichen sneered and said, "I'll give you this opportunity."

As soon as the energy moved, the whole person felt like a layer of fairy mist was covered with, making it impossible to see his face clearly. However, that powerful force was covered like a wave. Boboer looked cautious and took a step back with his right foot, with the sword in front of him, holding the sword in both hands, as if he was sure to use the sharpest attack.

The qi attacked like a wave, and in a blink of an eye, Boboer dared not be negligent. The sword shape was like the wind, and suddenly it turned around. A "chi" sound came from the sword energy. Suddenly, a blast of blue light burst out. Several experts in the dark world who protected Boboer shouted in surprise: "God, Goddess protects, Boboer has broken through, he has become a sword saint, and the great sword saint has appeared."

"Bober Sword Saint, kill all these ordinary people. This world belongs to us. We are not traitors, we are pioneers." "Kill, kill, kill—" It's strange that Ning Caichen did not take advantage of the situation to go out with the improvement of Bober. He waited for Bober to open his eyes and shone with the sacred light. He slowly spoke: "It's true that it is the power of the water element, I have seen it."

Compared with the companions around him, he was not happy at all. His eyes were gloomy and he asked in a deep voice: "You actually helped me?"

Yes, Ning Caichen used his powerful power to stimulate him and help him improve, and entered the Sword Master from the Sword Master. These are two completely different realms.

"I'm a little curious, that's all. Now, it's time for me to take action, Lord Sword Saint."

After Ning Caichen finished speaking, he suddenly burst into laughter and his figure disappeared in front of everyone's eyes. Boboer's face changed drastically and he screamed in surprise: "Get back, retreat quickly!"

No one of my companions expected that the newly promoted Sword Saint would lose his composure so much. Before he could even move, Ning Caichen's strong murderous intent had arrived in front of him. Two "puff" sounds, the two front-most experts in the dark world had their heads cut off, blood was splattering everywhere, and they were cold and ruthless.

Boboer retreated the fastest. He felt the strong crisis just now, and he felt that he could not stop this momentum. At this moment, his two companions died and he turned around and shouted sternly: "Encircle, kill him, kill him."

He could not feel the power of this young man, but felt a deep fear. Unlike his companions around him, they were ignorant and fearless. After his roar, six or seven people took action at the same time and attacked Ning Caichen, or at this moment, they had already regarded Bo Boer as the leader.

The strong are respected, no matter which world they are in, they are the same.

Like a knife cutting melon, more than a dozen people were quickly killed. They had not even had time to escape and became corpses. In the end, the only one who could stand there was Bo Poer. His strength increased and he flashed faster, but he didn't look very good and was in a mess.

"I know you don't want to die because you have not had time to enjoy the glory of your Sword Saint, but unfortunately, I don't have so much time for you. Don't think about escaping, you don't have this chance at all."

In the dark world, the sword saint is a great honor and can get a lot. It is a completely different position from the sword master. Unfortunately, he will die just after breaking through. Boboer doesn't want to, and he can't bear to let it go. At this moment, he has a deep fear of death. He doesn't want to lose it anymore. He cares too much.

"No--" A tragic scream turned into a blood arrow. The escaped Bo Poer landed like a fish caught. He moved his body a few times, and then he lost his rest. His eyes were open, and he was really dying with his eyes open.

At the Death Saber's station, Ning Caichen stayed in Hei Thirteen's room. This room was not much different from others. The only thing was that there was a plate of daffodils here. At this moment, the flowers were blooming, the blue and white colors, and the faint fragrance really made it add a different taste here.

There were only two people in the room. Hei Shisan sat cross-legged on the bed, facing the wall, facing the back to Ning Caichen, slowly untied the black suit, and his white skin slowly leaked. Behind her, there was a layer of chest wrapping cloth, and several knife wounds were scratched. These knife wounds belonged to the power of fire, and they had not healed at this moment, and blood continued to seep.

"This is the power of fire. Fire has penetrated into your body and blood flows continuously. Unless this kind of fire is released, if no one helps you, even if you are not dead, you will probably have to lie on the bed for several months."

Ning Caichen has already obtained a lot from the pastor's consciousness, almost most of the memories, and knows the power of the five elements. Their practice is to follow the five elements of the human body to meet the physical constitution, belonging to the fire to cultivate fire, belonging to the water to cultivate fire, and the constitution of both sexes can practice water and fire together.

The fire sword energy of Hei Thirteen Middle School did not have the corresponding exercises, so I was afraid that I could only endure this kind of damage until it was automatically healed. Ning Caichen proposed to help him heal his wounds, but he didn't think too much. He just helped Hei Yi and the others healed, and he moved quickly. When he entered this room, he remembered that Hei Thirteen was a woman.

The exposed back half-exposed a woman's figure, making people unable to help but feel a little rippling.

"I know, don't worry, this is just healing."

It would be best if this woman could think like this. Ning Caichen walked over and covered her back, slowly gathering a powerful immortal energy. Immortal energy is a form of ever-changing power. If you want to cremate and water, you can't imagine that there is nothing that can't be transformed.

The heat of fire requires the use of powerful soft water to extinguish it, and it must penetrate into its meridians. Most people cannot do it. Moreover, even if the black whirlwind has powerful power, it may not be able to transform like Ning Caichen.

"Yes!" When Ning Caichen's energy entered his body, Hei Shisan couldn't help but raise his head, and the pain in his body was slowly extinguished. He couldn't help but exudate a slight sound from his mouth, forgetting the unique reserve of women, but after a moment, he woke up and his face turned red.

Fortunately, he turned his back to Ning Caichen. Ning Caichen did not notice the strangeness of this woman, and healed her wholeheartedly. After half an hour, he breathed a sigh of relief, removed his hand from his back, put on a robe for her, and said, "I have dispelled the elemental power of your body, but I will still treat myself and use the 24th surroundings. This will make it better faster."

After saying that, Ning Caichen had turned around and left. The door gently closed, but he did not notice it. Hei Shisan slowly turned his head and then took off the ferocious mask on his face. Under that mask was a slightly pale and gorgeous face. From the day they became the Dark God of Death, they wore this mask every time they acted. To this day, even if it turned into a death saber, this tradition remains the same.

Fortunately, Ning Caichen did not notice that she had this mask. She felt shy and shy on her face. What she said just now was to comfort Ning Caichen, but rather to comfort herself.
Chapter completed!