642: C642 A Crafty Sword-wielding Man

C642 A Crafty Sword-wielding Man

They had initially thought that the man in black would at most be at the Half-Step Divine Essence Realm. After all, before the Dao Discussion began, the Divine Essence Realms of the various factions would enter the ancient battlefield to sweep away those existences that would affect the balance of the Dao Discussion.

These existences included Divine Essence Realm experts, but now, a Divine Essence Realm expert was standing right in front of them. Moreover, they had been so disrespectful to this Divine Essence Realm expert previously. When they thought about it, they still felt some lingering fear.

"This aura is probably on the same level as Grandpa Ou's. Er... No wonder those methods are so terrifying." Ye Hong Tian gulped and mumbled.

Wang Mo Hen, Yan Duanchen, and Ding Fen by the side smiled bitterly and nodded. When they thought of the methods the black clothed person used previously, only those in the Divine Essence Realm could reach that level.

Ye Hong Tian and the others were not the only ones who were shocked. There was also the sword-wielding man who was fighting in the men in black. He did not expect that the man in black was actually a powerful warrior in the Divine Essence Realm. His expression could not help but turn grave.

"I didn't expect you to hide your strength. Such a method to hide your strength, you shouldn't be a native martial artist of this continent, right? Could you be from the Divine Martial Continent?" The sword-wielding man pretended to be calm as he asked.

"That's right." The man in black smiled and replied, "I am the guide of this continent and also the person who manages the balance of power in this continent, that's why I came to look for you"

Knowing the reason why the man in black wanted to find him, the sword-wielding man laughed twice. Because of his hoarse voice, his laughter was extremely unpleasant.

"Manage the balance of the continent? Right now, I'm at most at the strength of a ninth level true essence martial artist. It can't be considered breaking the balance, right?"

"Besides, have you ever thought of giving me half a year to obtain enough blood to recover my strength? After I return to the Divine Martial Continent, with my status and identity, I can still promote you. This way, you won't have to do this kind of hard work anymore, do you want to consider helping me? "

Knowing that he couldn't defeat the black-clothed man, the sword-wielding man began to try to persuade the black-clothed man to join his side.

Originally, Ye Hong Tian and the others sneered at the words of the man in black. However, when they turned around and saw the man in black touching his chin and thinking about something, they immediately panicked.

Just as the man in black seemed to hesitate about whether or not he should help the sword-wielding man, the sword-wielding man had already taken a few steps towards the man in black with a smile on his face.

Seeing that he had already entered within 30 feet of the black-clothed man, this distance was already a distance that martial artists could reach in an instant. It was also a very dangerous distance.

"Sir! Be careful!" Ye Hong Tian shouted.

However, just as he shouted out, the sword-wielding man moved. With a flash, he used the top movement technique of the Divine Martial Continent to instantly appear in front of the black-clothed man.

A palm struck the black-clothed man's chest, pushing him back a step, but that was only a step.

The black-clothed man patted the spot where his chest had been struck and said in a faint voice, "Like I said, even if you use all your strength, you won't be able to harm a single hair on my body."

"Heh, who said I was going to hurt you?" The sword-wielding man sneered as he sat down, "Since you're from the Divine Martial Continent, you should have heard of the 'Ground Shrink Symbol' before."

As he spoke, his finger, which had already been bitten through, drew a few spirit patterns on the ground. A red light lit up on the black-clothed man's chest.

The red light came from the spot where the sword-wielding man had just struck. Seeing the light, the black-clothed man instantly understood what the sword-wielding man meant.

"You!"

Just as he said the word "you," the black-clothed man was suddenly submerged by the red light and disappeared in front of everyone.

Seeing the black-clothed man disappear, Ye Hongtian and the others all had shocked expressions. Ye Hongtian fiercely turned his head to look at the sword-wielding man, staring unwaveringly at the few spirit patterns on the ground.

Slowly placing the back of his hand behind him, high-grade vitality stones appeared in his hand one after another. Then, they were absorbed by Ye Hongtian, and used to analyze the spirit patterns drawn by the sword-wielding man with fresh blood.

When Ye Hongtian focused his attention on analyzing the spirit patterns, the sword-wielding man had already stood up. He looked at Ye Hongtian and the others and laughed loudly.

"Now, your backer is no longer here. Who among you can stop me? Oh? With a single look, there is actually a half-step true essence lackey." The sword-wielding man said with a smile.

Wang Mohen and the others stood in front of Ye Hongtian with solemn expressions. They had already entered a state of battle, and their strength had been mobilized to the extreme.

As if he felt that Wang Mohen and the others were a bit bored, the man with the sword clicked his tongue. Then, he picked a sword from the ground that had been destroyed by the man in black and held it tightly in his hand.

The sword fragment that he had held in his hand had been restored to its original state, causing Wang Mohen and the others' pupils to shrink.

He slashed out with his sword, and a huge sword qi descended, creating a bottomless chasm on the right side of Wang Mohen.0

Seeing this chasm, Wang Mohen couldn't help but gulp. His aura, which was originally dominated by his aura, had also weakened.

Although he had the strength to fight a True Essence 9th Level martial artist, that was only against an ordinary True Essence 9th Level martial artist. As for the sword-wielding man, there was nothing he could do.

"Heh, you're already afraid just like that? Boring!" The sword-wielding man put away his sword and shouted coldly, "I thought that you might be as interested in me as the woman from before, but who knew that you would still be the same as those dregs. Looks like that woman is the only one in this so-called Square Dao Discussion who can do me the right thing... "

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Hongtian, who he thought was the weakest, suddenly raised his hands and made a few random movements in the air. After that, he fainted on the ground and his face turned pale.

Wang Mohen and the others saw Ye Hongtian fall down and immediately supported Ye Hongtian to take a few steps back. They looked coldly at the sword-wielding man, thinking that the sword-wielding man had done something to Ye Hongtian.

However, only the sword-wielding man knew what had happened to Ye Hong Tian. He looked extremely surprised.

"Could he also be a martial artist of the Divine Martial Continent? No, that's not right. If he was a martial artist of the Divine Martial Continent, it was impossible that he didn't have that unique aura. Even that guide has some aura on him. From the looks of it, this person's bone age is only 18. Could it be that he really learned it on the spot? Impossible! "

The sword-wielding man stroked his chin and muttered to himself, occasionally. He glanced at Ye Hong Tian and shook his head.

"I don't care anymore. I have to kill them as soon as possible to prevent anything from happening to them!" The sword-wielding man suddenly said with a firm expression.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and slashed at Ye Hongtian and the others. His killing intent condensed into a solid substance, making Ye Hongtian and the others feel cold all over. This was the killing intent that could only be condensed after killing hundreds of thousands or millions of people.

Clang! Pu!

After the sword-wielding man swung his sword down, the sound of metal colliding rang out, followed by the sound of blood spurting out.

At this moment, Wang Mohen had already stood up with his saber raised. The clothes on his chest were filled with the blood that he had just spat out, but he did not retreat because of the blood. He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to block the sword-wielding man's sword.

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