The Female Lord Of Resentment, And The Eighteen-Winged Six Seraphs

Chapter 780 Even If You Die, You Have To Hold Back

The body of the man in black robe seemed to have been severely injured. He flew backward several feet and fell heavily to the ground, spurting out several mouthfuls of bright red blood.

"Ahem... Such a violent attack!" The man in black robe covered his abdomen and stood up with difficulty. He lowered his head and glanced at the wound on his abdomen. His eyes were cloudy and uncertain. There was a storm in his heart that he had never seen before. It's simply unbelievable that someone could burst out with such tyrannical power with the ninth level of bone tempering.

Who is this guy?

"You are no match for me, just let's capture him without any effort!" Shen Xuan said in a calm tone. Although this guy behaved quite strangely, he was not afraid.

If this guy was a fifth-level pill-gathering realm martial artist, he might still need to escape, but for a small fourth-level pill-gathering realm martial artist, he wasn't too worried.

"Capture without any help? Haha! Even if I risk my life today, I will hold you back!" The man in black robe raised his head and laughed. He exuded a strong aura of death and the temperature around him dropped a lot.

Feeling the thick evil spirit permeating the man in black robe, Shen Xuan's eyes suddenly focused and he shouted: "If you dare to mess around, I guarantee that your relatives and friends will die in front of you, including your beloved woman!"

The man in black robe's expression suddenly stiffened, his face became even more ferocious, and he gritted his teeth and yelled: "You are despicable!"

"You are wrong. This does not mean being mean. Only the winner deserves to be called the strong!" Shen Xuan shook his head lightly, then moved and rushed towards the man in black robe again.

At this time, Shen Xuan had no patience to continue to struggle with the black-robed man. The place was getting closer and closer to Liuyun Sect. If the disciples of the sect saw him fighting with the black-robed man, it would be troublesome.

The black-robed man's eyes flashed with a cold light. Seeing Shen Xuan's long sword coming at him again, he suddenly changed his position and slashed diagonally with his short sword. The tip of the knife swept towards Shen Xuan's waist as fast as lightning.

"Little trick!" A sneer appeared on Shen Xuan's face, and his left arm suddenly moved to the side to avoid the attack of the short sword. At the same time, his body suddenly stopped in mid-air, and a powerful force of true energy poured into the Red Dragon Flame Sword. Inside, a sword slashed down angrily, and the dazzling sword light shot through the air.

"Chichi..." The sword light tore through the space, making a chichi sound, directly covering the figure of the man in black robes in the illumination of the sword light.

"Pfft!"

There was a sound of clothes being cut to pieces from the man in black robe. His expression suddenly changed and he quickly reached out to stop him. However, it was too late and one of his right arms was cut off. The severe pain made him howl miserably and his face was distorted. To the extreme, full of resentment and resentment!

"Damn it! You actually cut off one of my arms!" The man in black robe stared at Shen Xuan fiercely, with a look of madness on his face, and roared: "Even if you die in these 703 days, I will kill you first. I State of mind!"

"Rumble." Suddenly, there was a deafening thunder in the distance.

Hearing the thunder, Shen Xuan's face changed slightly. He could already tell that it was the sound of thunder.

"No matter who sent you here to kill me, you don't want to leave alive tonight!" Shen Xuan said with a serious look, holding a long sword and walking towards the black-robed man. Every time he took a step, the bottom of his feet seemed to be rooted into the ground. , an extremely cold killing intent spread out from the body.

The man in black robe felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and the blood in his body was frozen. He couldn't help but curse in his heart: "Damn you little bastard!"

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