The man in black only took a few steps back and stabilized his body. He looked at Xue Cheng and smiled proudly: "If that's not the case, how can you attract you?" He then changed his color and said in a cold voice: "Hmph, did you feel so good to chase me just now? Now, it's my turn!"

A strange black mist rose again on the sword. The man in black shook his footsteps and instantly flew over ten feet. He slashed down towards Xue Cheng. In the whistling wind, a faint sound of ghosts and wolves howling came out.

Xue Cheng's mind was shocked, as if he was disturbed by the sound, and he did not take action in time.

In a trance, he suddenly felt a sudden shock. He saw that what he saw in front of him was full of black, as if countless resentful spirits were hiding in it, roaring and roaring, trying to devour everything. In shock, he had to quickly block the sword, and at the same time he quickly retreated back to dodge the attack of the man in black.

With a light crack, Xue Cheng felt a chill in his chest. The black mist actually passed through his sword, cutting a long hole in his clothes, revealing his close-fitting clothes. This shocked his soul and his body changed several times in a row, trying to escape from the opponent's attack range.

But the black sword light followed like a shadow, and it was never far from him. It seemed that if he hadn't been turning around, he would have been caught up by the man in black soon.

Daoyuan was in the distance, and although he couldn't see the specific situation clearly, he understood the general idea. He wondered: As a messenger, Xue Cheng should be very good at speed, so why can't he escape the opponent's attack?

Just as he was surprised, he found that something was wrong with the sword spirit. He sent a voice in confusion: "What's wrong with you?"

The sword spirit did not look back and still looked ahead intently: "If you look carefully at the man in black, can you see any problem?"

Daoyuan was slightly surprised and didn't understand why he said so, but he still observed it carefully.

After a moment, he hesitated and said, "I felt this way just now... His moves seem to be a little evil?"

"It's not evil spirit...but the demon spirit!"

"Demonic energy?" Daoyuan was stunned and said incredibly: "You mean, this person is actually a demon clan?"

The sword spirit shook his head slightly: "No, he is a human, but... he should have been exposed to something with magic, which led to the current situation, for example, that sword..."

After hearing what Jian Ling said, Daoyuan immediately realized that something was wrong with the man in black at the beginning, but what was wrong was not right for a while. After looking at it again, he found something strange and couldn't help but secretly admire the sword spirit's eyes.

"The source is indeed that sword! Could it be that it is the weapon of the demon clan?"

"It's hard to say." The sword spirit thought for a moment: "But I don't think it was because the sword's demonic nature was not very powerful. It seemed that it was trained again, some kind of monster was added, or it was placed in a place with a very strong demonic nature for a long time, and it was contaminated with demonic energy. Otherwise, with human physique, if it were a real demonic sword, he would have been eroded by powerful demonic nature, and thus became a complete madman!"

"I'll fight with you!"

Daoyuan wanted to ask again, but suddenly heard Xue Cheng's angry roar, so he had to suppress his questions and concentrate on looking.

At this time, Xue Cheng had several sword marks on his body, and it was very deep. The blood from the wounds turned dark. As the energy flew around, the grass stained on the ground quickly turned yellow and withered, and there was no vitality. His hair was a little loose, and his pale face was filled with shock and anger. He looked at the man in black with gritted teeth, wishing he could swallow it alive and chop it into meat sauce.

"Now, you finally know the benefits of speed!" Compared to Xue Cheng, the situation in the man in black was much better. Although he had consumed a lot of true energy, he had no scars on his body, but his clothes were a little messy. He kept saying coldly: "Beat, you can't beat me, run away, you can't run away. Xue Cheng, accept your fate, so I can give you a pleasure..."

"I accept your life!" Xue Cheng no longer defended but did not attack like before, and was determined to burn his boats and let go. A long sword flew up and down, all of which were fierce and ruthless attack moves. He only slightly resisted when the opponent's sword stabbed at his own vitals. The rest were almost all desperate attacks, attacks, and attacks again...

After fighting for so long, he had already seen that his strength was indeed different from the other party. If he was under normal circumstances, it might be easy to defeat himself, but it would be even more difficult to kill him. However, the damage was caused by the opponent's weapons. The sword was too strange and powerful, sometimes long and sometimes short, sometimes solid and sometimes weak, making him not know how to resist it. All the wounds on his body came from it. Moreover, those wounds felt numb and itchy at this time, as if they were poisoned. If they continued like this, they were afraid that they would be dead for a lifetime.

After understanding the current situation, Xue Cheng became angry, really angry. This anger that changed from fear deep in his heart instantly improved his combat power by an instant, and he actually fought with both attack and defense, and advanced and retreating in moderation. Of course, the price was that he had several more wounds on his body.

The man in black saw his intentions and was not in a hurry. While protecting himself, he actually started fighting with him.

However, the strong wind does not last forever, and the heavy rain does not last forever. The moment of courage will eventually pass. Soon, Xue Cheng's true energy is a little weak, and the offensive gradually weakens and is no longer so fierce.

The man in black raised the corner of his mouth and suddenly slashed out more than ten swords, forcing Xue Cheng to get in a hurry. His right hand suddenly loosened, and the broken sword came out like lightning and shot quickly towards Xue Cheng's throat.

Xue Cheng's body then leaned back, and the broken sword wiped the tip of his nose and flew over. The strong wind caused his face to hurt, and he suddenly felt scared again. Just as he had just stood up and wondered why the other party was like this, the man in black had already slapped his chest like thunder.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The fierce and uncast palms were directly printed on Xue Cheng's chest. More than ten palms were in a row. When each palm hit, a thick and violent true energy would penetrate into his body, impacting his meridians and flesh, and destroying his internal organs.

Several dull and painful sounds were heard, Xue Cheng was like a kite with a broken string, spitting blood and flying far away, and he didn't know where the long sword in his hand fell.

"You...what is your kung fu..."

Xue Cheng felt that all five were burned, and his whole body was so painful that he almost lost consciousness. He could no longer stand up. However, the shock of the man in black gave him even more than his injuries. He lay half on the ground, vomiting blood from time to time, his eyes full of reluctance and despair.

"A person who is almost dead, do you know that this is necessary?" The man in black squirmed for a while and gasped for several breaths. Then he felt better. It was obvious that this move was not a burden for him, and the true energy in his body was almost exhausted.

"This... this is not... not a human skill! Who are you...?"

"Hehe, so what if it's not? As long as you can kill someone, what's the matter?" The man in black looked slightly calmer, and then he smiled evilly: "I won't tell you. If you want to know, go to hell and ask..."

He came to Xue Cheng, slowly raised his palm, his eyes full of pleasure.

Xue Cheng sighed, closed his eyes and raised his head.

At this moment, a very ethereal and vicissitudes of life sounded.

"What if I wanted to know now?"

The man in black was really shocked. He didn't care about Xue Cheng, and suddenly turned around and shouted angrily: "Who is it!"

Under the dim moonlight, a ghost-like figure walked slowly like a void. The breeze blew his black robe, like a dead soul wrapped in the dark, giving people a very unreal feeling.

"Are you... a human or a ghost?" This time, it was the man in black who was shocked.

"Me?" The 'shadow' seemed to be answering the words of the man in black, and also said to himself: "It's not a ghost, nor a human, I am..." He suddenly exuded his momentum and said sternly: "...God!"
Chapter completed!