The black slime that covered his whole body had a terrifying and amazing defensive ability, but at this moment, it can't hide the horrible sword light at all. The horrible sword light seems to be the sun before dawn. The entire cloud was burned to the ground.
At this moment, Lu Nantian's face showed terrible horror, desperately trying to block the sword light revealed from his body, but even if he worked hard, there was still no way to block the roads. The sword light escaping from his body.
"How can this happen! I have completely blocked the three sword lights of his earlier, but now it seems that they have no effect at all, how can they be so weird!"
He has used various methods, but none of them can stop the sword light in his body from spreading. Nowadays, Lu Nantian looks like a sieve riddled with holes in the eyes of outsiders. In general, there are holes after another all over the body.
Boom boom boom!
Within a few hours of breathing, Lu Nan Tianzhou suddenly exploded from his body, sword light overflowed, and countless black mucus disappeared without a trace at this moment, and replaced by a cloud of black mist. Changing various shapes, it appeared to be exposed on the high platform.
"Unforgivable, unforgivable! You kid, you ruined my body just now, and I want you to be broken into pieces, otherwise it will be hard to dispel my hatred!"
The black mist changed various shapes and made an angry voice, desperately trying to move towards Lu Nantian's body that was no longer covered by any black air at this moment.
It's just that now that Lu Nantian's body has no alive anymore, and there is no black air covering his whole body. The black mist rushes into Lu Nantian's body, but it seems to be separated from each other. In the different voids, even though it smashed left and right, it was still unable to re-enter its body.
The few sword lights in Yunchuan seemed to have cut off their various connections, making the two seem to be completely separated in a different void, and there was no way to feel anymore.
"Hehe, I said that the Lu family is not very strong. How could it have caused the Mo family to fall into such a situation? Now it seems that the black hand behind the scenes should be this black anger. Let's talk about it. What is it?"
Yun Chuan smiled, looked at the black air rushing around Lu Nantian's body with interest, and asked.
"Unexpectedly, my dead slave never thought that the existence of a mere elementary birth stage would make me fall into this situation now. Your martial arts are indeed very strange, but it is only strange. It just made me have A little trouble, there is nothing else, you ruined the body of the old fellow Lu Nantian, who came from me, but it was just right. I just didn’t want such a potential that had been worn away. I'm exhausted, just to take you away!"
A voice of anger came from the black air, and the next moment, it blasted towards the direction Yunchuan was located.
"Stubborn!"
Yun Chuan let out a cold snort, and just a few moments after the black gas rushed in front of Yun Chuan, suddenly, above the black gas, a dazzling and stunning sword suddenly appeared again. Light.
This sword light fell like the Milky Way for nine days, crashing down at a speed that was indistinguishable from the naked eye.
Like hot soup and wo Xue, there is no chance that the black energy can react, and the sword light has already crashed down.
Squeaky squeaky.
A mournful whistle came from the black air, and it seemed to contain totally unbearable pain. On top of the black air, faces of different appearances appeared. Contains great pain and fear.
If you look closely, you can recognize several familiar faces from the different faces. The larger one, if you distinguish carefully, you can see what Lu Nantian looks like. appearance.
And the high-ranking members of the Lu Family who had been swallowed by it before could see the twisted and hideous faces, constantly rolling, struggling, roaring, and roaring.
These roars were sharp and piercing, especially when the sword light fell and spread out of the field, causing many people to show pain on their faces, and blood flowed out of the seven orifices.
But even so, the sword light still did not stagnate at all, without any hindrance, it directly passed the black mist.
The stern voice stopped abruptly at this moment, and the black mist, even though it struggled hard, was still so pale and weak, it had no effect, and dissipated in the air.
And until the black mist dissipated, Yun Chuan's face turned pale, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
His breath suddenly faded at this moment. If someone can look inside, he can clearly see that in his body, the wood energy of Duanmuji that was previously suppressed is now in an extremely fast manner. Speed grows again.
Yun Chuan closed his eyes, and the extremely unstable aura on his body was suppressed by him, but now his aura is obviously weaker than before.
"It's still a bit of a loss. This black mist claims to be a dead slave. Judging from the various information I have learned before, it is very likely that it will have a lot of connection with the dead demon lord, but this A cloud of black mist, when my martial arts fell, it had completely destroyed all the spirits, leaving me without even a small amount of information."
Yun Chuan's eyes showed the color of thought. Although the scene just now seemed simple when viewed by others, Yun Chuan knew the degree of danger in it.
It is precisely because of this that Yunchuan had almost used all of his strength before that, and it could even be said that he had used 12% of his strength.
He can feel that the amazing terrifying power contained in that group of black aura, if only then can that group of black aura give full play to this terrifying power, even if he exerts his full strength, there will be no slightest. Grasping will be the opponent of this group of black energy.
However, what the cloud of black mist did not expect at the beginning was that Yunchuan’s three sword lights were not aimed at his body, but at the soul. In this way, it happened to touch the black. The dead spot of mist.