Zhou Di looked down at the black sword. He found that the black sword had been glued or grown with his right hand.

Black inflammation kept burning and burned his clothes, and his hair and eyebrows burned his red crescent spirit.
But it also left this black substance for people.
These black residues are gradually concentrated together, and it becomes a black sword and black armor like burning ashes!
"This is the new power …"
Zhou Di crouched slowly, not because he didn’t want to be straight, but because he felt that he should be like a beast.
"It’s a kind of luck to want to escape from fate but I didn’t expect to be favored by fate. Anyway, I have reached level 4 …"
[Black Sword’s Family-Zhou Di’s 4-level weird and incomplete ancient sound, multi-polluter, ancient sound, multi-fate awakening-doomed to death]
Looking at the ancient sound, Xu Le squinted.
Although they are all black sword dependents, Zhou Di’s state and the black sword dependents he originally summoned belong to two different categories.
Because of the danger of fate slave, Xu Le, the powerful black sword family home, knows the specific attributes of family very well
At that time, Xu Le remembered that the attribute list of Black Sword’s household had the label "Old Sound and Multiple Heirs-Nightmare".
This is also the only time that Xu Le has seen a record of the night terrors.
In front of him, Zhou Di’s transformation into a black sword household is "the fate of the ancient sound is much"
Same weird, different attributes?
"Become a weird feeling?"
Xu Le’s light words seem like a curious question, but this sentence is not a good question for Zhou Di.
"Xu Le, do you think those people they sent must be human?"
"I know. There are many children in ancient times.-Gangshi?"
"Xu Le, you seem to know a lot. If you weren’t too young, it’s really unknown whether a guy like Wang Xi will win or lose against you."
Xu Le suddenly smiled when he heard Zhou Di’s words.
"Unknown? Wrong. If you really understand, you should recognize me as winning. "
Zhou Di bowed up again and put the black sword in front of him and said in a low voice
"I don’t know that you are confident to come here, but I’m sorry that if I can’t really kill you to level 4, I won’t finish the real promotion."
Xu Le also took out his own black staff when the black inflammation ignited.
Nightmare praise
"Yeah, I can’t finish the real promotion if I can’t really kill you."
The sky seems to be a little dim with a black staff. It smells like night terrors.
The original dazzling red crescent spirit also gradually dimmed the spread of the night evil spirit.
"Black Sword!"
The praise of the night demon turned into the form of a black sword, and Xu Leyuan was also curious about why the black sword was so similar to his black staff.
At that time, he was a family member of the Black Sword, because of the Nightmare camp.
But now he has seen the fate of the black sword, and Xu Le has some new ideas. The so-called fate and the darkness of the night evil come from the same thing.
Will this be the result?
"It’s not naive for you to try to fight me now!"
Zhou Di waved a black sword and rushed towards Xu Lechong. He was originally a warlock. At this time, he had power that absolutely exceeded the speed of ordinary level 4 fighters.
Seeing Zhou Di charging and peeking at the fighting between the two sides in the distance, Alley clenched his fist.
She realized that she wanted to help Xu Leke. Before Xu Leke, she asked never to go there. Although she didn’t know what Xu Le’s confidence was, she could choose to believe it at this time.
Facing the black sword, Xu Le also clenched the black sword to meet.
The red evil spirit wrapped in the black staff collided with the doomed black sword.
Ding!
Zhou Di went from the most suspicious, shocked and stunned to disdainful smile.
Looking at flying out of Xu Le, he slowly raised his left hand.
"I didn’t expect you to be so weak …"
Xu Le, opposite Zhou Di, was almost broken by a blow. His arm broke out with a lot of blood and black inflammation, and maybe his body kept burning.
Xu Le burned himself on his knees by these black inflammation. His expression was strange and looked like he was in distress situation.
"Yes, I didn’t expect myself to be so weak. It’s really embarrassing. After that, I still have to strengthen my exercise to touch porcelain fighters and weird …"
Poof!
Zhou Digen didn’t give Xu Le a chance to continue his nonsense. The black sword stabbed Xu Le in the chest, which was another symbolic stab.
Then inject black inflammation into the enemy’s body
Zhou Dimu is very sure that killing Xu Le directly here will not give Xu Le a chance to turn over.
With the release of black inflammation, Zhou Di’s black inflammation gradually decreased, and his face became more ugly. There was still some reason in his eyes, but at this time he left his bloodthirsty desire.
Moreover, as his reason gradually diminished, he hardly found himself with less black inflammation.
He’s confused. He’s more confused than ever.
Aside, Rona found out about it, but she is badly hurt now, and it seems that there is no chance to wake him up.
"Die! Die! "
Zhou Di held Xu Le high and then suddenly broke out.