Zhuo Wen quickly transmitted voice to Xiao Hei, and briefly explained what happened now.

Xiao Hei's eyes suddenly became more serious. He glanced at Sen Qiyin who was entangled by nine ghost chains not far away, and said: "I didn't expect this old guy to come to hunt you down in person! It seems that you are at the gate of darkness. It's been exposed! But that pitch-black Excalibur is this old guy's natal artifact, and I reckon it's at least at the half-step heaven-reaching level."

"I'm just a peak of the creation level. You asked me to fight against that pitch-black sword, aren't you cheating me?" Xiao Hei immediately objected.

"Don't worry, Sen Qiyin's soul is bound by ghost chains and is constantly being weakened. He drives his natal sword to consume his soul! As long as you hold back his natal sword, that old guy won't be able to hold on How long!" Zhuo Wen said bitterly.

Xiao Hei laughed and said, "So that's it! It's easy to say, but if I take down this old guy, that black sword will belong to me!"

"Okay! As long as you hold on to the black sword for me, it doesn't matter if I give it to you!"

Zhuo Wen nodded, he knew that Xiao Hei had an extremely powerful forging technique, and could refine other artifacts to improve his own rank.

It's not the first time Xiao Hei has done this. When Zhuowen and Xiao Hei joined forces to kill the enemy, this guy would have the cheek to take away all the high-rank artifacts every time, and smelt the artifacts to improve himself.

"The Excalibur is coming again, hurry up and block it for me!"

The sound of piercing the air suddenly sounded, and Zhuo Wen's face changed slightly. He saw that the pitch-black divine sword turned back immediately after being deviated from the direction, and continued to stab at Zhuo Wen's vital point under Sen Qiyin's divine sense.

bang bang bang!

Xiao Hei responded, and took the Death Sacrifice Sword and Immortal Blood Sword with him, turning into three beams of sword light, forming a three-way encirclement, entangled with the pitch-black divine sword.

Among the nine ghost chains, Sen Qi's eyes were startled, and he glanced at Zhuo Wen who was sitting cross-legged.

"This guy's soul should have reached its limit. How can he have other divine senses to control the three divine swords?"

"No, the three divine swords are not controlled by this son, but the thunder and fire divine sword that controls the other two divine swords. What kind of divine sword is this? It has a monk-like personality and can control other divine swords ?�

Sen Qiyin quickly saw something special, he saw that it was not Zhuowen's divine sense that controlled the three divine swords, but the divine sword with thunder and fire lingering on its body.

This surprised him. He knew that most of the artifacts had corresponding artifact spirits, but the intelligence of the artifact spirits was basically not too high, just like a child, very simple.

But the weapon spirit of the Thunderfire Divine Sword can actually control other divine swords, which is almost no different from a real monk. Is this still a divine weapon?

However, Zhuo Wen's eyes were calm. He knew that Xiao Hei was no longer a magic weapon in the ordinary sense, but a real weapon cultivator, with a unique inheritance and cultivation method, and he could prove the Dao just like a monk.

"Damn it, it is indeed a half-step heaven-reaching artifact. Its power is so terrifying that it makes your grandfather go numb!"

Xiao Hei controlled the Death Sacrifice Sword and the Blood Immortal Sword, and did not confront the Pitch Black Excalibur, but lingered around Zhuowen to prevent the Pitch Black Excalibur from attacking Zhuowen's vitals.

However, what made Zhuo Wen speechless was that Xiao Hei, in order to save effort, only helped him resist the vital offensives, and he turned a blind eye to those offensives that were not vital.

Therefore, with the increase in the number of attacks by the Black Excalibur, Zhuo Wen suffered more and more injuries, with blood flowing all over his body, making him look like a bloody man.

"Xiao Hei, I'll fuck you!" Zhuo Wen held his breath and cursed.

Xiao Hei surrounded Zhuo Wen, and said nonchalantly: "Your physique is so strong anyway, and your self-healing ability is so perverted. I won't help you prevent these mere minor injuries. It's also a kind of training for you. !"

"..." Zhuo Wen.

Pooh!

Sen Qiyin spit out a mouthful of blood again, his face turned paler, his breath became weaker, and he began to feel anxious.

With the three divine swords of Thunder Fire Sword, Death Sacrifice Sword and Blood Immortal Sword guarding Zhuo Wen, his natal divine sword can completely kill Zhuowen.

And as he continued to use his divine sense, his divine soul became weaker and weaker, and he began to be unable to withstand the attack of the ghost chain.

"Damn it, if it weren't for most of the souls of this seat being restrained by the ghost chain, how could the three creation-level divine swords get my natal divine sword?"

Sen Qiyin was full of unwillingness, and his whole body began to collapse, turning into puffs of black smoke.

Sen Qiyin knew that if he continued to drag on, he might be dragged to death here, and if he didn't leave, he might have no chance.

Whoosh!

In the end, Sen Qiyin collapsed into countless black smoke, which drifted away with the wind, as if disappearing out of thin air.

At the moment when Sen Qiyin disintegrated into countless black smoke, the pitch-black divine sword buzzed, pierced through the air, and disappeared in place in an instant.

Xiao Hei froze on the spot, staring at the direction of the jet-black Excalibur piercing through the sky, and immediately cursed: "My Cao, you are mine, why are you running so fast?"

Xiao Hei chattered on the spot for a long time, but this guy just didn't chase after him, mainly because this guy was cowardly, knowing that his level was lower than that pitch-black artifact, so chasing after him would mean being abused.

All the nine ghost chains were retracted into the Yan Luo Ghost Map, and the Yan Luo Ghost Map was closed again, turning into an ordinary black scroll, which fell on Zhuo Wen's knees.

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