God-level Stealing System

"Magic Mark Sixty-Four Sword Formation!"

Under the mighty magic knife, the silence seemed to feel the urgency of death, roaring in despair, cutting out with a sword, and finally a different color appeared in the overwhelming blood.

Sixty-four snow-white sword lights soared to the sky, actually surrounding Peng Luohai's blood knife!

The old man of the Qian family and others looked at this scene, trembling very puzzled. They saw the previous tricks of Peng Luohai and Silence. Peng Luohai had spare power and did not kill the heart of silence, but with More temptation.

Otherwise, how can the powerhouse of the Heaven-sweeping Realm be so easy to contend?

But now, somehow, Peng Luohai has actually met Shen Mo!

They wondered why Silence suddenly killed the true disciple of Ten Thousand Demon Sect?

They are even more puzzled as to why Peng Luohaitu killed him for silence?

These two kinds of puzzles are just a thought that circulates quickly in everyone's mind. Under such a terrifying power of Peng Luohai, they can't take care of themselves and will not think deeply.

But if this battle is over, the doubts that you don't have time to care about now will be remembered in your leisure time, and then gradually magnified by a little doubt, and eventually will even become evidence that completely denies one party.

If this battle is silent, then the first kind of insoluble will dissipate.

If this battle is silently won, then the second doubt will overwhelm the first doubt.

Because a dead person is never as deterrent as a living person, and a dead person will never speak!

In the curtain, Ye Qingyan, who was silently nailed to the wooden post, drew out all the long swords, and looked at the magic knife that fell from the sky, and his heart was full of joy.

Although Peng Luohai is a martial artist in the world, he would be a greater threat to the three counties and ten sects than silence, but Ye Qingyan only wanted to die in silence at this moment!

"Magic Mark Sixty-Four Swords? Oh, still pretending to be me, do you really think I can't feel the unusual fluctuations contained in the sword light?"

Peng Luohai in the sky saw the silent sword light and sneered disdainfully: "Don't say that you are not the Sixty-Four Sword of Demon Mark at all, even if you really know this kind of martial arts, what can you do?"

"Of course this is not the Sixty-Four Sword of Demon Mark, but... Earth-level martial arts!"

The silent eyes burst into light, and the voice resounded in Peng Luohai's mind.

At the moment when the sixty-four sword auras collided with the blood knife, the ten thousand infinite sword auras contained therein burst out. Under the rich blood light, it was difficult for outsiders to see the internal scene, but Peng Luohai felt it very real.

His complexion changed abruptly, because the magic knife he was so proud of came into the world, and after Wandao Jianguang got in, cracks appeared!

With a "bang", the ten-mile-long magic knife suddenly shattered, and countless fragments shot in all directions, and some fell in the mountains and forests hundreds of miles away, splashing a majestic fire with a range of tens of meters.

Thirty miles away, the warriors who took refuge in the Ten Thousand Demon Sect were even worse. Thousands of people died instantly, and only the most powerful old men of the Qian family could escape by chance.

The silence that was the first to bear the brunt was even more miserable. There was only time to sacrifice the blue smoke sword to protect the whole body, and the smashed blood knife fragments rushed wildly. Although the blood knife fragments could not penetrate the blue smoke sword, the huge counter shock force forced the silence. The constant retreat.

Every time he retreated, the qi and blood in his body boiled once, and the blood mist sprayed from countless pores, which was countless times more miserable than when he was fighting against Bailian Demon Lord.

After carrying a hundred pieces of debris, Silence has been pushed out of its strength, ploughing a terrifying gully on the ground.

He finally couldn't stand it anymore. The bones of both arms holding the sword broke, and the last few blood knife fragments rushed forward, leaving nine huge blood holes in his body that were transparent.

Peng Luohai did not expect such a drastic change. It was too late to react. He did not have the treasure of the Qingyanjian, and he sacrificed more than a dozen protective treasures, but in the end he was penetrated by five fragments. The whole person was **** and mad. Divergent, vomiting blood.

"Earth-level martial arts?!"

Peng Luohai was shocked. He didn't expect that the ants in his eyes could actually have such a powerful martial skill, and he did not expect that he, who was at the Second Heavenly Heaven Realm Realm, would not kill the ants in this area with a single blow. Instead, he ended up in such embarrassment.

"But let your talents be overwhelming. At such a close distance, facing a terrible explosion that even threatens to life and death for me, you should die?"

Peng Luohai looked towards the end of the gully with dignified eyes. Suddenly, his pupils shrank sharply because the figure of a blood man was reflected in his eyes.

The blood man's sword slashed, his hands drooping weakly, as if he had suffered a great wound, but he used his true essence to control the Huang Pinbao sword to cut it down, and the sixty-four sword lights were fleeting.

"No, the strength of the true essence of the Xuanyuan Realm is absolutely impossible to use two Earth-level martial arts at the same time!" Peng Luohai roared with a ferocious expression. He couldn't believe that the silence could still be used before he died, but he felt a sense of crisis. But reminded him that he was really on the line of life and death!

"Devil body guard!" Peng Luohai couldn't care about anything else, and quickly mobilized the majestic true essence to generate a devilish shield outside of his body. This is a mysterious defense martial art of top grade!

Sixty-four sword lights suddenly appeared outside the shield, and the familiar ten thousand swords aura appeared again, and the heavenly demon's body trembled enormously, and it was instantly fragmented like a spider web.

"I am the elder of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, a powerful person in the Heaven-sweeping Realm, and I can never die in the hands of an ant in the Profound Origin Realm!"

Peng Luohai's complexion was distorted, and he roared ferociously. At the moment before the heavenly demon's body shattered, the infinite swordsmanship of the low-rank level was finally obliterated by him with his overbearing true essence!

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief in the future, the reflection of the sword lifted in silence appeared in his eyes again.

Peng Luohai's eyes were dull, and a huge panic suddenly appeared in his heart, no longer caring about his identity, and fleeing away.

Sixty-four sword lights appeared around him, and the fierce killing aura emerged from each sword light. This time it was the real "Magic Mark Sixty-Four Sword Formation"!

However, Peng Luo's air and sea were not enough to support the "Devil's Body" again. Sixty-four sword lights crisscrossed and cut it into thousands of flesh and blood, and the sharp screams stopped abruptly. !

Silent and closed the sword, and only then had enough energy to swallow the healing medicine, connect the bones, collect the sword, and fetch the treasures stored by Peng Luohai.

He did not fly anymore, but walked towards the old man of the Qian family and the others step by step. His injuries were too severe, even if he found the Xuan-level low-grade "Nonglu Dan" from Peng Luohai's storage treasures, it was difficult for a while. Recovery, almost one step at a time.

When they walked silently to the old man of the Qian family and the others, the old man of the Qian family and the others suddenly discovered that the overbearing man who had slashed the world with a sword had only skin and bones left, and his whole body of blood, perhaps no more...

Silent and cold eyes were swept away, and the still-living warrior was suddenly covered in cold sweat. Before silently looking at it, he lowered his head to show that he bowed his head and did not dare to look at him.

Finally, silence walked to the curtain and saw the woman in white clothes like snow.

He suddenly fainted.