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"Is it?" Astov looked at the wine jar in front of him, thrust his broadsword to the ground, raised the jar and laughed: "you are much more generous than the people of the sect. The last time I went to their sect, I didn't even give a mouthful of water. It was mean enough."

Then he opened the wine jar and took a big drink. Then he wiped the corners of his mouth and said in a loud voice, "I have drunk your Chinese liquor before, but this is the most refreshing one. Thank you very much." After that, astov's breath of terror was as great as that of the sky. But he did not move first, because he was very clear that he was not the opponent of Sikong Banyu, but turned his eyes to the direction of the black emperor, so did Song Xing. Among the three, the black emperor was the strongest.

The black emperor quietly looked at the wine jar on the ground, and then looked at the Sikong Banyu on the opposite side. He spoke for the first time.

"If I had known you were so terrible, I would not have come."

That voice is very strange, like a man's voice, like a woman's voice, full of magnetism. Including Song Xing and astov, it is the first time to hear the voice of the black emperor, but it is so strange.

"Is it?" Sikong Banyu put down his glass and stood up with his eyes on the black emperor.

"I'm a little familiar with your breath. If I'm not wrong, you should be from the nether world, right?"

Sikong Banyu, a member of the sixteen halls of the nether world, has only seen the hall masters in the back of the temple. But their breath has one thing in common, that is, melancholy, which can be said to be dark. Although the black emperor is an expert at using swords, he can not hide his breath.

The black emperor nodded gently: "one of the three saints of the nether world, the black emperor."

When astov and Song Xing heard what they said, their pupils shrank. How could they not have heard of it? One of the few terrorist forces in the world, and the mysterious black emperor is actually one of the three saints in the nether world? It is said that there are three unique beings above the master of the sixteen halls of the nether world, known as the son of the gods, who is the successor of the next generation of the Lord of the nether world. Any one of the three saints can command the sixteen halls of the nether world, and their strength is unfathomable. Unexpectedly, the black emperor is one of them.

"Sure enough..." Sikong half language chuckled: "it seems that you are still a thief! You've been given several chances. I don't know how to restrain. In this case, you will be more honest when you receive the corpse of one of the three saints. "

Isn't the sixteen temples of the nether world the Lord and their God? When will there be more three saints? It doesn't matter. It's the same anyway. The four hole board turned its lips. Originally, I planned to wait for the opening of the ruins of the heaven to talk about it. I didn't expect that it would be delivered to the door now. If not, I really thought I was afraid of them.

"Is it? I admit, you are powerful, beyond my imagination. But it's not so easy for you to kill us. " The black emperor snorted coldly. The graceful sword in his hand suddenly rose, and the cold light suddenly appeared. Sikong Banyu looked at the sword in the hands of the black emperor and couldn't help but curl his lips. It's not shameful for a man to use a woman's sword!

He looked around him and saw that no one came out again. He took a deep breath and said, "OK! It seems that only you three look like a little bit, can come out, I am a very lazy person, originally thought that does not need to personally do, now seems impossible, come on! Although it's a bit of bullying for you killers to fight openly, you don't seem to have a chance to assassinate. "

The strongest killer is not to stand up, but to hide. But now, they don't seem to have a chance to hide.

"Is it? In fact, there is no need to assassinate, and we are not weak. " Astov had already been unable to hold on to it. With a roar of his hand, he suddenly disappeared in his place. The next moment he stood in the air, and his broad sword was like a mountain on the top of the mountain. He chopped at Sikong Banyu in the air. Before the terrifying force came, a cloud of smoke and dust had been scattered on the ground.

"You don't see enough." Sikong said faintly, with one hand on his back and his right hand clenched into a fist. Without looking at it, he directly met the falling blade of astov.

"Bang..." With a piercing sound, he remembered that astov felt a terrible force coming from the body of the sword, which made him unable to restrain himself from flying backward. The horror in his eyes was condensed to the extreme, and the flesh fist directly took his own attack? What kind of monster is this? He had already felt that his body was strong enough, but compared with Sikong's half language, he was not a level at all. At least, he could not make the full-scale attack of the physical body and a heaven level perfect warrior.

Naturally, he couldn't do it, because he was a martial arts man, and Sikong Banyu was a monk. Now his arms have been toughened for a long time. He can't hurt him unless he is a spirit level treasure. Ordinary weapons are not enough.

At this time, the black emperor and Song Xing also moved. Although the fight between Sikong Banyu and astov shocked them, it was a battle of life and death. If Sikong Banyu didn't die, it was their death. Who was the enemy important? The most important thing is to defeat the enemy.

"Tear and pull..." The wind of a blade across the air sounded, Song Xing Muran appeared behind Sikong Banyu. The army stab in his hand shot out like lightning and took the heart part of Sikong Banyu. At the same time, the black emperor's attack also arrived. The sword danced like lightning in the air, rolled up three sword Qi, and attacked Sikong Banyu in three ways. At the same time, the black emperor turned into a shadow, and cut horizontally towards Sikong Banyu.It has to be said that these two men are indeed killers. They have no fancy, and each blow is full of the smell of death. If you meet a warrior, maybe the result of this trip is not that Sikong Banyu intends to kill three people, but that three people kill Sikong Banyu. It's a pity that Sikong Banyu is not a warrior, but a monk. The perception of a monk is not comparable to that of a warrior.

"Very good! It's a pity Your opponent is me, Sikong Banyu. " Sikong chuckled, and his body suddenly shrank. He suddenly moved three steps out of thin air. At the same time, he pinched his sword finger with one hand, and a golden light suddenly appeared.

"Not good Let's go... " Seeing this, the black emperor was shocked, because in their fight with Sikong Banyu, they all knew that Sikong Banyu had mastered a very terrible skill.

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