The bald man looked at An Lin in the distance, his expression changed.
This breath... is very strong!
An Lin also raised his head to look at the bald man, his eyes were as black as ink, and a black cloak formed behind him in an instant, and even the black ribbon wrapped around the Shengxie sword seemed to have an extra black coat .
There was silence all around, and the breath of death and end spread like ripples.
An Lin was in the dark center of the center, like the king who ruled the night, quiet and introverted, but with absolute power that could make people sleep forever.
A gust of wind blew by, and An Lin's figure had disappeared.
The bald man fixed his eyes, raised his fist and punched in front of him without hesitation.
At this time, the black blade had come to him with unparalleled power and collided with his fist.
"Boom!"
With the collision of the two forces, the vitality surged for thousands of meters, and the terrifying air wave explosion even completely destroyed all objects within a radius of one hundred feet.
An Lin and the bald man took a few steps back at the same time. The bald man's glove had been torn by the blade, revealing an obvious bloodstain, but An Lin was unscathed, and charged at the bald man again with his sword indifferently.
The extremely domineering sword slash without any fancy collision, the explosive energy turned the world upside down.
The bald man was forced to retreat by An Lin's relentless sword slash, and soon there were more than a dozen bloodstains on his body.
In the eyes of the bald man, the black cloak behind An Lin grew bigger and bigger, as if it had become a dark sky covering the sky, while the sword in An Lin's hand became the executor of death and the end in the sky, announcing it at all times. sovereignty.
Xuanyuan Cheng and Liu Qianhuan looked up at the sky, where the black cloak covered the sunlight.
As night fell slowly, An Lin's Taishang Wuye swordsmanship had finally reached its peak!
Yes, An Lin didn't use the God of War Six Swords this time, but followed Xiao Xie's suggestion and used the Taishang Wuye Sword Technique he just obtained!
Xu Xiaolan was forced back by a red rainbow, while her black clothes were fluttering, her gaze had already settled on the man in the distance.
The Emperor Zhenhong was too powerful, even with Da Yi Da Er trying to contain them, Hu Guan and Yao Mingxi were still in danger of death, so Xu Xiaolan followed An Lin's arrangement and went to temporarily support Hu Guan and the others.
Before An Lin left, he had said that he would definitely defeat that bald man. Seeing An Lin's very serious expression, Xu Xiaolan believed his words, and firmly believed.
And now, finally came the most critical time.
The bald man was beaten bloody, his fists were clenched tightly, and his momentum skyrocketed to the limit.
"Boy, don't be too crazy, give me a serious punch!"
The muscles on the bald man's arm suddenly agitated, and his vitality surged for thousands of meters, forming a huge cyclone, and the center of the cyclone was his right fist.
One punch out!
The red fist seemed to shatter everything, getting bigger and bigger in An Lin's eyes.
Its power is so great, it is as vast as the sea, and its power is so fierce that it will shatter the sky and the earth!
An Lin's face became extremely solemn. He held his sword in front of him and spun quickly. The black cloak turned into a sky and flowed down like a black river, condensing into a vortex that sucked the world in front of him.
Ninety-nine black vortexes began to appear, and its center was so deep that even the human spirit could not escape. It is like a black hole that melts and devours everything, directly facing the red fist.
"Boom!"
The terrifying force shattered the vortex layer by layer, and the space began to distort, ten times, twenty times, thirty times...ninety times.
Black cracks appeared in the void with a chaotic atmosphere, which was a sign that the space was cracked.
An Lin's internal organs were shattered, and his bones were covered with cracks. This was already an extremely fatal wound, but he didn't show any fear or flinch, his eyes were as clear as a scene.
In his heart, now is the moment to decide the outcome!
The Shengxie sword turned into a black shadow and returned to his hands, and a cold and excited voice sounded:
"An Lin, close your eyes!"
An Lin closed his eyes, and then he saw the light.
That was a ray of light in consciousness, the light that tore through the entire darkness, supremely dazzling!
The Shengxie Sword burst out with an incomparably bright light, as if the night ushered in the dawn, as if extinction gave birth to hope.
The black sky was torn apart by the white light, An Lin's cloak and the black ribbon of the Victory Evil Sword all disappeared.
The white sword light soared into the sky, as if it had been suppressed for a long time and finally got relief, releasing its own energy freely and crazily.
"The last form, Taishang Wuye, Dawn!"
The bald man looked at the white sword glow, which tore apart the darkness, broke open the world, and became the only color in this world, powerful, dazzling, and full of hope!
Whether it is the enemy or the team members, they all involuntarily turned their gazes to the sword that crossed the sky and the earth, and their hearts were touched.
At some point, the bald man's chest was pierced by a white sword light, blood mist filled the sky, and his body fell to the ground weakly.
An Lin also lost his strength and fell towards the ground. Now his body has been completely hollowed out. The sequelae of using the Black Origin Qi for too long is not just as simple as collapse, it may also affect Dao Ji.
His body was embraced by a warm arm, and when he opened his eyes forcefully, he saw Xuanyuan Cheng's handsome and caring face.
"Student An Lin, are you alright?"
"No... nothing."
An Lin shook his head weakly, but unexpectedly, his blood surged and he coughed up blood.
That's right, not only was his body hollowed out, but every organ in his body was almost destroyed by that punch.
Sheng Xiejian let out a cry of "cool", and then hid in the ring, ignoring its owner's current miserable situation.
Xuanyuan Cheng put An Lin and Liu Qianhuan, the two seriously wounded, together, and fed them respectively the elixir to recover from their injuries. In fact, he himself was also seriously injured, but he could barely stand up.
Just when An Lin thought he could relax after defeating the fake Saitama.
A voice made him tremble all over, and there was an endless chill in his heart.
"Cough, cough... I really underestimated you."
A bald figure slowly climbed up from the ruins. The blood-stained bald head was still very conspicuous under the sunlight.
Holding the bleeding wound on his chest, he walked towards An Lin and the others step by step, with fierce fighting intent in his eyes: "Your combat power has far exceeded my imagination, but you are still close to defeating me!" It's so hot."
As he said that, the bald man laughed: "Is it surprising, is it unexpected, is it stimulating?"
He clenched his fists tightly and kept walking forward, the three remaining blood...he was going to be wiped out! The distance between him and An Lin and the others was getting closer and closer, like the most vicious ancient demon god, about to open its life-threatening fangs.
At this moment, there were slight ripples in the space.
A blue arc flashed behind the bald man, like wild geese flicking the water, and disappeared in a flash.
soon! Very unexpected!
Just when the bald man was weakest and his mood fluctuated most violently, the scythe of death fell gently...
The bald man looked at the bloodstain on his neck, his eyes widened, and there was an expression of disbelief on his face.
An Lin, Liu Qianhuan and the others gasped as they looked at the blue figure in the distance.
"Nice job! Perfect!" An Lin sat up in shock, almost dying, and said loudly.
"This is the role of an assassin in a team fight..."
Liu Qianhuan's purple eyes were shining brightly, and a pretty smile was raised on the corner of her mouth.
In the distance, the blue moonlight wheel danced happily around Su Qianyun, as if asking for credit.
Su Qianyun wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and smiled happily at An Lin and the others. There were two shallow dimples on her fair and delicate face, which was cute and charming.
(end of this chapter)