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  "Kill them all, leave no one alive."

  Xiao Qiufeng's anger surged as he faced the black-clothed leader standing in front of him, a very powerful enemy, at least much stronger than Sanrenta.

  And his all-black attire reminded Xiao Qiufeng of the Black Night Four Elders, who should be of the same kind. However, this was not the time for him to ask questions, as he was needed inside. Here, he couldn't stay long and had to end the battle quickly.

  "Today, you will die a terrible death." Never before had Xiao Qiufeng had such an intense killing intent, looking at the black-clothed man, he already saw blood, thick and gushing fresh blood.

  People have not moved, but the ideas in the air have already started to collide.

  Everyone around had already heard Xiao Qiufeng's angry roar, Li Qiangbing's power burst out like a majestic lion, and his hands were ruthless. The three of them were already slightly struggling, but their powers were similar, and for the time being, no one could do anything to anyone else.

  The massacre of the Divine Army Corps was even more brutal at this moment, dozens of black-clad men had died innumerable, but all this could not affect the mood of the black-clad leader, he coldly stared at Xiao Qiufeng, waiting for a chance to strike.

  One of the men in black seemed unable to withstand this fearful aura, a sharp knife suddenly appeared out of thin air and slashed towards Xiao Qiufeng, because he also felt that among them, the aura on this man's body was the most unbearable.

  The blade was already in hand, the immense power had set off a counterattack. Xiao Qiufeng's figure burst forth with unparalleled fury, and with one slash of his knife, the black-clad man was cut in two. As the blade passed by, Xiao Qiufeng's shadow had already traversed through the split corpse, blood splashing everywhere like cherry blossoms filling the sky, beautiful and resplendent.

  His body spun like lightning, his long arms already gathering the power of the air, attacking the man in black with a raised fist, his fist turned into a knife, and the knife's energy shot up to the sky.

  A powerful protective aura erupted around the black-clad man, faintly tinged with a misty black fog that made him seem somewhat unreal. The only visible eyes gleamed with an ominous light, carrying an icy numbness of death. At this moment, he was the god of death.

  He was originally a god of death, because these black-robed men were all corpses, trained by him with one hand, and one of the three major powers in the dark night.

  This time, the Grim Reaper is on the move, and it's all about annihilating the gods. The sheriff's orders are simple: coordinate with the Pope's actions and surround them to kill them off.

  It was not just the man's strength that exceeded his expectations, no wonder when he went to Hong Kong on a dark night, he returned empty-handed, except for one person who was killed on the spot, and the other three were also ordered by the police chief to be silenced, in order to show filial piety.

  The dark night needs talent, not cowards. This is the cold and ruthless reminder of the police chief. Every member of the dark night must remember this point clearly.

  Fierce killing intent, with immense power, whizzed between the two, in the blink of an eye, they had exchanged eight punches. Xiao Qiufeng's fists were swift and powerful, like a tsunami surging up, unstoppable.

  The black-clothed leader's fist was sinister and venomous, and when he made a move, it often came from under his black clothes without warning, making it impossible for people to discern his position, only extremely cunning, making it impossible for people to defend against.

  "Ah——" a mournful cry, one of the three pagodas had already been shot dead by Li Qiangbing. This killing sound was very shocking, and even Xiao Qiufeng was no exception.

  His hands were like steel claws, and had already torn away the black-robed man's long gown. Underneath the gown was an old man's body, surprisingly half-naked, with a wiry physique that made him look like a master of both internal and external martial arts at first glance.

  The old man, in a fit of rage, also tore off the veil on his face. He was a very typical oriental person, at least over seventy years old. If it weren't for the ferocious expression on his face at this moment, he would have had a kind of master-like demeanor. It's just that no one expected that such a high-ranking person would also become a claw in the dark of night.

  "Air Blade—" Identity revealed, the old man's face showed even more killing intent, his hand slightly raised, and his withered old hand had already brought out a knife aura. This was the most refined knife rhyme heart method of the sword energy.

  Xiao Qiufeng let out another cold laugh, and it seemed that the Blade Sect should also thoroughly disappear.

  "Dao Mie Wan Zong——" A cold and light drink, Xiao Qiufeng's hand also carried a fearless and unmatched knife aura, his handsome face was like it had been stained with rouge, red and fiery.

  The sword is like water, the knife is like fire. At this moment, Xiao Qiufeng has already used his innate flame breath, sharp and unstoppable.

  "Katana Spirit!"

  The old man's face showed a look of shocked panic, his hand-shaped knife paused for a moment, while Xiao Qiufeng's knife had already struck, the knife transformed into a shadow, hovering in mid-air, and turned into an illusory shape with a blade aura exceeding ten meters, crashing down.

  The two black-clad men at the forefront were cut in half at the waist, and the black-clad man did not dare to harden, fell to the ground, rolled on the spot, but the earth flew around, and when he crawled up from the ground, his face was already buried in the soil.

  "We've all lived long enough, it's time to rest in peace."

  Invisible sword energy, once again, like lightning, chopped down, the black-clothed man's arrival was met with thirty-six chops by Xiao Qiufeng.

  Blood has appeared on the old man's body.

  Even with a powerful protective aura, the knife's unstoppable attack left him covered in wounds. His chest alone had over twenty injuries, each one bleeding profusely.

  Gasping for breath, but the old man's eyes shot out a kind of unrelenting anger, killing all his life, this was still the most miserable defeat in his life.

  The Sword Sect has become the overlord of China's ancient martial arts, but unexpectedly, a prophecy came true and they finally met their natural nemesis, Xiao Qiufeng is their nemesis.

  It's no wonder that this new generation's most outstanding disciple is so low-key, there's someone in the world like that, and the Sword Sect is indeed suppressed everywhere.

  Even if it's death, I'll clear this obstacle. The black-robed old man sank into deep thought for a moment, the cold glint in his eyes already turning into a dead glint. For Jianjianmen, he needed life to prove his promise.

  "Blood Devouring Great Technique——"

  The blood had been flowing quickly enough, but when the old man uttered these four words in a low and heavy tone, the blood didn't trickle, it spurted. The splashing fresh blood had turned black.

  "Corpse explosion——" Xiao Qiufeng understood at a glance that these martial arts, each had some killer moves, even if they died, they would make the enemy perish together. The Blood Devouring Technique was the most ruthless among them.

  "Kensei - Destroy Heaven and Earth!" The sword energy formed black lotus flowers, each one black and shiny, the shine coming from the petals of the flowers, which were actually swords. The swords formed three strokes of the most eerie black lotus.

  But Xiao Qiufeng did not attack, at this moment, he snapped his middle finger, and three drops of fresh blood had already stained the lotus flower. The black lotus flower had changed, turning into a charming red color, like three lanterns in the dark night, flashing with the most beautiful color.

  The old man's heart was like dead ashes, and he muttered: "Blood color... it's actually blood color, heaven is destroying me!"

  Three lotus flowers moved, and in the moment they moved, the lotus flowers disappeared, and the knife also disappeared. The shape of the knife was like one, lost in the air, and even the mist dispersed in an instant, leaving no trace.

  Everything returned to calmness, as if nothing had happened. The old man was still standing there, the blood on his body continuing to gush out, believing that it would soon drain the last drop of blood from his body.

  "Ah——ah——ah——"

  The most miserable cry of pain in three voices, the old man raised his head and looked up at the sky, this was the last glance he could leave.

  His body made a "crackling" sound, and then two bowl-sized blood holes appeared on his chest. The knife energy penetrated the body, and at this moment, it could no longer be suppressed, bursting out violently.

  The old man died and was crushed to pieces, turning into a pulp of flesh.

  Xiao Qiufeng's face was filled with murderous intent, his figure didn't stop for a moment, and in the blink of an eye he had already disappeared from here.

  "Kill them all, leave none alive." These were his last words.

  The death of the black-robed old man was like the most effective stimulant in the world. Li Qiang had already killed the second person on the Three Towers, and the remaining one was already tottering, his will beginning to become somewhat disordered.

  Dozens of black-clad men, however, still fled like fugitives towards the Divine Army, their minds already bewildered. Their master was dead, and they had only one thought: to kill the people in front of them, to kill the people in front of them.

  "Damn it, go die." A member of the Divine Army had already brutally torn off a black-clad man's arm and was staring at the black-clad man who still desperately resisted. In a fit of rage, the arm was used as a weapon and thrust into the black-clad man's chest, shattering his heart.

  Or at this moment, they truly understood what was the most cruel war in human history.

  Xiao Qiufeng made three leaps and arrived at the ancient castle, where he saw familiar faces - the Pope's Imperial Guard had surrounded the high-ranking officials of the Butcher God Sect. The ground was littered with the bodies of soldiers from both sides, with heavy casualties on all sides.

  At this moment, however, Ruth was facing two of the seven top masters of the Pope, with a meteor-like dagger that changed unpredictably. In a daze, Xiao Qiufeng seemed to have seen the shadow of fate.

  Ruth, was the daughter of fate, another birth of fate, looking at her, Xiao Qiufeng's body was filled with heroic spirit, as if he had returned to the passionate moment of his battle in London.

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