I am a True Villain Chapter 1190: Netherworld, mask man
"Okay, the farce should end like this," the voice of the Doomsday of the Thousand Plagues came again.
"If nothing happens, then all go back.
For the sake of the predecessor Demon Lord, the rules of the Ghost God Realm will be bad for you last time. "
"One day, this gate will not stop me," Xu Zimo said calmly.
"When you reach my height, we will naturally have equal opportunities for dialogue," said the End of the Thousand Plagues.
"But now, I look forward to your limit of growth."
As his words came to an end, the black mist around him continued to dissipate.
The door disappeared at the end of Xu Zimo's line of sight.
Xu Zimo looked up and looked at the sky like stagnant water.
"The sky...lights, but it is still dark."
"my Lord," Baimeng several people came over and asked.
"I'm fine," Xu Zimo waved his hand, letting the Baimeng people return to Divine State Continent.
They are not suitable to show up at the moment.
The spots were shiny, and Lan Canyin cautiously walked out of the room.
He kept a distance from Xu Zimo and asked vigilantly: "You, are you all right?"
Xu Zimo turned his head and glanced at her, then calmly replied: "Go and prepare the map."
"Are you really okay?" Lan Canyin said in shock.
"For so many years, someone has come out of the night alive."
"Do you think I look like something is going on?" Xu Zimo asked rhetorically.
"What do you see in the gray fog?" Lan Canyin asked curiously.
"Are you sure you want to know?" Xu Zimo asked.
Lan Canyin was silent for a while, and said silently: "I'll help you prepare the map."
She also knew in her heart that Xu Zimo should be for her good.
It's better not to know this kind of thing.
After all, there are too many big horrors and big secrets that are taboos.
Looking at Lan Canyin's leaving figure, Xie Changliu also walked out from the side.
"Long stay," Xu Zimo said.
"It seems that this Netherworld, I am going to walk with you."
"What's the matter?" Xie Changliu asked in surprise.
"It's all for women," Xu Zimo patted him on the shoulder and chuckled lightly.
Xie Changliu was puzzled, but still followed Xu Zimo.
The dark night where I can't see my fingers has gradually become clear.
The two walked out of the courtyard where the hall was located.
Just stepping outside, Xu Zimo felt something was wrong.
A bleak murderous aura struck without warning.
Foot on the ground, the withered leaves of the ghost tree were blowing in the wind, spinning in the void.
A leaf withered and flew, flying across the void, and it was born.
Xu Zimo turned slightly to avoid the leaf.
The leaf flew over the next big tree, and an old big tree was smoothly cut in half.
"I don't know which friend it is, don't hide the head and the tail," Xie Changliu said softly.
"It's formation," Xu Zimo reminded.
"Damn you guys," a voice came from all around.
The voice was erratic, and a figure with a white mask appeared in the sight of the two.
He held the sword in his left hand, and the tip of the sword swept across the ground. The earth was cracking, and endless sword intent was floating.
As for himself, there is a stronger emperor that is constantly circulating.
The powerful force shattered the entire void.
"Since I came to kill us, with a mask, this behavior reminded me of that turtle with its head down," Xu Zimo laughed.
"Xuanwu, Xuanming, right?"
When his words fell, he saw the masked man on the opposite side exuding a stronger killing intent.
Almost condensed into substance.
His sword intent is vertical and horizontal, although not necessarily better than Xie Changliu, but because his own realm is higher.
So it looks more vast.
"What is your relationship with Xuanming?" Xu Zimo asked.
The masked man did not answer, but dragged the sword faster and faster, until finally he even ran.
His figure flickered in front of Xu Zimo's eyes, and the blade of the long sword was facing upwards, making a half circle.
There is a cold light on the tip of the sword.
Xu Zimo took a step back, escaped the blow, and kicked upward with its right foot.
He kicked the man's sword heavily.
Xie Changliu next to him drew his sword in an instant, and Jian Yi Ling Ran killed the masked man.
The two swords collided, and only a "bang" sound was heard, sparks flew everywhere, and endless void cracks appeared.
But the masked man is better.
Xie Changliu stepped back a few steps, the masked man refused to give up and deceived him again.
With a single sword, Xie Changliu has struggled to resist.
The masked man stretched his foot and kicked him out.
His goal was not Xie Changliu, who slowly turned to look at Xu Zimo.
A powerful force condenses above his head.
In the end, it formed the shape of a basalt, but this basalt is somewhat special, because it is pure white all over, with thin snowflakes floating around it.
This is an ice basalt.
The masked male sword points to Xuanwu, and the power on it constantly rushes to his blade.
As he swung his sword, the snowflakes continued to fade.
"Nine days of chaos, Frost and Snow," the masked man chuckled softly.
The blade was frozen for thousands of miles, and it came straight to Xu Zimo.
Xu Zimo is enveloped in flames with both hands, and the flames fill Tyrant Shadow~IndoMTL.com~The blade is red.
The blend of ice and fire is in the void.
The swords crossed, and the two looked around, only to see a bolt of lightning flew out of the eyes in the mask.
Xu Zimo ducked sideways, only to hear the shout of the masked man again.
"Jiang Tian Xue Yi Yun chaos,
Thousands of snow and thousands of mountains do not stay,
At sunset, the sky is cold and the sword is snowy. "
Countless sword intent mixed with ice and snow is condensed in the whole body.
As soon as I looked up, the endless north wind and heavy snow fell.
This move seems to have the ability to affect the season.
For a moment, autumn turned to winter, and a thick layer of snow covered the ground.
In the entire snow, the masked man became the only scenery.
He swung his long sword in the wind and snow, and Heaven and Earth was vast.
"Xueluo shocked the sky."
The profound meaning of the wind and snow became stronger and stronger, filling half of the sky, tearing apart the light of dawn, and falling from the top of Xu Zimo.
This sword light occupies half of the sky, and there is no possibility for Xu Zimo to dodge.
Xu Zimo made a seal with both hands, and Aye Swastika quickly formed in front of him, and a powerful aura burst out.
Beixue and Swastika exploded quickly.
The aftermath of the explosion completely separated the two, and the mask also shattered in the explosion.
Under the mask, is a slightly immature baby face.
The figure seemed to panic because of the shattering of the mask. He stretched out his right hand, his face covered by the wide sleeves.
"Don't look at me, don't look at me," he yelled in panic.
"You still care about your own flesh and blood so much," Xu Zimo said with a chuckle.
The masked man did not dare to look directly at Xu Zimo. With a wave of his hand, the surrounding scene changed.
The heavy snow dissipated, the formation was lifted, and even hurriedly ran away.
"What? Come as you want, leave as you want," Xu Zimo's gaze condensed, and the knife in his hand struck across.