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Hei Xiaohu finally understood the reason why Ling Ran was not panicking just now.

Hei Xiaohu asked himself that his strength was as good as Ling Ran's, but what about their three-sword combination?

Hei Xiaohu also had no confidence that he could withstand these three swords.

Ling Ran saw Hei Xiaohu's hesitant look and knew that he had temporarily frightened him.

Hongmao and Daben heard Ling Ran reveal his identity as the Seven Swordsmen, and they immediately understood Ling Ran's intention, and both of them remained silent in tacit agreement.

If Hei Xiaohu knew that Ling Ran had lost all his skills and actually only had two swords, Changhong and Benlei, then they would really die without a burial place today.

The combined swords of Hongmao and Daben are basically impossible to be Hei Xiaohu's opponent.

Hei Xiaohu pondered for a moment, and finally said to the demon cultist behind him: "Catch Xue'er."

On the surface, he was indeed afraid of the power of Ling Ran's three swords combined.

"Yes."

After hearing the order, a group of believers immediately swarmed forward and tried to capture Xue'er.

Xue'er hurriedly dodged and shouted loudly: "The Seven Heroes are so famous in the world, are they going to die without rescuing them?"

Ling Ran knew that Xue'er was provoking them to take action, but he remained unmoved.

Whether he used Da Ben to lure away the Demon Cult's pursuers at first, or used Da Ben to attract the Demon Cult's attention just now, Ling Ran was destined to be unable to help.

After the two demon cultists held Xue'er's arms tightly and walked to Hei Xiaohu, Hei Xiaohu nodded slightly, but did not leave there, as if waiting for something.

After a while, raindrops fell from the sky.

Many people looked up at the sky and saw that the sky was gloomy and a storm was about to come.

The sea surface was no longer as calm as before. The waves became more and more turbulent, and the cargo ship gradually began to sway.

At this moment, flying claws grabbed each other from the sea to the railing beside the ship, and men in black climbed up along the flying claws.

There were originally quite a few demon cultists, but with this blessing, the whole deck was instantly crowded.

Ling Ran looked at the men in black who were constantly swarming onto the cargo ship, and he already understood that Hei Xiaohu was indeed afraid of the strength of his three swords, but he did not give up and chose to wait for reinforcements.

As expected by Ling Ran, after seeing the men in black swarming onto the deck, Hei Xiaohu, who was still standing solemnly, burst out laughing instantly.

"Master Changhong Sword, so what if you have three swords combined? Let me see how many people you can kill!"

What Hei Xiaohu said was to use the human sea tactic to kill Ling Ran and the other three.

"Hong'er, Da Ben, prepare to combine your two swords to kill the black little tiger!"

Ling Ran whispered that since Hei Xiaohu wanted to besiege them, they couldn't just sit back and wait for death. They had to take the lead in order to have a chance of survival.

Upon hearing this, Hongmao and Daben understood that Hei Xiaohu's strength was extraordinary and nodded solemnly.

"Hei Xiaohu, you and I haven't decided the winner in the last battle. How about we fight again today?"

Ling Ran stepped forward and said to Hei Xiaohu.

If he had just come out of seclusion, Hei Xiaohu would have agreed immediately without even thinking about it.

Just after the previous two competitions, Hei Xiaohu had already had a lot of psychological shadow about the competition with Ling Ran.

It would be fine if the winner could be determined, but Ling Ran did not focus on winning or losing in every competition. The competition was just one part of his execution plan.

When Ling Ran saw that Hei Xiaohu had been distracted by him, he immediately made mouth gestures to Hong Mao and Da Ben behind him.

After the two saw it, they used their strength to shatter the coarse cloth behind them, revealing the true appearance of the Changhong Sword and the Ben Lei Sword.

"Double swords come together!"

Hongmao and Benlei shouted, and at the same time poured their inner energy into the long swords in their hands.

The sword body, which originally exuded a strong sword aura, suddenly shone brightly.

Hong Mao stood in front and Da Ben stood behind. They both stood with swords in hand. Then they tapped their feet at the same time and jumped into the air.

The Changhong Sword and the Thunder Sword seemed to be influenced by each other, and the sword tips touched each other, blooming with dazzling light.

The two swords continued to rotate, emitting sword energy one after another, and then converged into a huge sword energy, hitting Hei Xiaohu directly.

What Hei Xiaohu fears most is the combination of three swords joined by Ling Ran.

The result was the combined swords of Hongmao and Daben, and it turned out to be the combined swords of Changhong and Benlei, not the Ziyun sword that Ling Ran mentioned.

Hei Xiaohu instantly understood that he had been tricked by Ling Ran again.

However, Ling Ran didn't take action, which made him feel a lot more relaxed. He looked at the two Hongmao men who were rushing towards him and said in a ferocious voice, "Well done!"

After saying this, Hei Xiaohu moved his hands to his palms and pushed them flatly in front of his chest.

"Black-hearted evil palm!"

In his haste, Hei Xiaohu failed to exert enough energy. A ball of purple light containing internal energy was generated in the palms of his hands, and it quickly collided with the sword energy generated by the combination of the two swords.

The two collided, causing an instant explosion, and a wave of air rolled back and knocked the onlookers to the ground.

Hongmao and Daben, who controlled the sword energy, instantly felt a pressure that seemed to shatter the sword energy, rush into their bodies, and cause them to explode and die.

The two had no choice but to fight each other with all their strength, and blood even oozed from the corners of their mouths.

Hei Xiaohu took a sharp breath, and the energy in Yunzu's body spurted out.

"Break it for me!"

The purple ball of light instantly blasted the sword energy into pieces. Hongmao and Daben, who were controlling the sword energy, suffered backlash from the sword energy and instantly fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Before the two of them could calm down, Hei Xiaohu's palm power came with residual power.

Ling Ran on the side took the fallen Changhong Sword, stood in front of the two of them, and used his skill to remove the palm power one by one.

However, Ling Ran had no internal energy in his body at this time, so it was difficult to remove all the palm energy with just skillful energy, and he was still bombarded by several palm energy on his body.

A trace of blood slid down the corner of Ling Ran's mouth. Ling Ran wiped it away with the back of his hand expressionlessly, looking at Hei Xiaohu coldly.

Hei Xiaohu competed with Ling Ran twice before. Ling Ran deliberately showed weakness and took the opportunity to fight back when he was careless.

Ling Ran's current behavior was so similar to last time that Hei Xiaohu was unwilling to risk his life.

"Give it to me!"

Hei Xiaohu waved his hand behind him, wanting the man in black to explore Ling Ran's true identity.

When the men in black heard the order, they all drew their swords and shouted to kill Ling Ran.

Ling Ran looked at Hong Mao and Da Ben who fell to the ground behind him, knowing that he could no longer retreat. If he retreated, all three of them would die today.

Then Ling Ran stared at the demon sect members who were rushing towards him, took a deep breath, and the rainwater continued to slide down the blade of the Changhong Sword.

In a moment, the Changhong Sword shook suddenly, and all the rainwater stained on the sword fell off. Ling Ran's originally standing body quickly flew towards the charging man in black.

The Changhong Sword drew an arc in the air, and several drops of rain were split into two by the arc. A man in black clutched his throat and fell to the ground. The place where he fell was instantly filled with blood diluted by the rain.

The companions were killed, but they did not stop the offensive of the men in black. The swords in their hands were swung at Ling Ran using the simplest and most direct moves.

Between life and death, all the fancy moves became a burden, so Ling Ran also used the simplest stabbing action to fight back.

Ling Ran has been wielding a sword since he was six years old, and it has been more than ten years. Today, he only wields the sword with his strength.

At this moment, he felt that he had a more thorough understanding of Changhong Sword Technique, and the sword technique without using inner strength was purer.

The men in black who were besieging him kept falling down, and there were many wounds on Ling Ran's body. His clothes were soaked with blood mixed with rain.

The wound that was originally painful has gradually become numb due to the constant swinging of the sword.

After stabbing the last man in black beside him to death, Ling Ran placed the Changhong Sword on the deck, his eyes even colder than before.

Hei Xiaohu had already noticed from Ling Ran's sword-swinging action that Ling Ran had not used his internal energy.

He originally thought that Ling Ran was tempting him to take action.

However, as the men in black's offensive intensified, the wounds on Ling Ran's body became more and more intensive, and Hei Xiaohu even suspected that he would suddenly collapse.

"Why don't you use your inner strength?"

Hei Xiaohu expressed his doubts.

Ling Ran in prison was as motionless as a stone sculpture. He raised the Changhong Sword in front of him, indicating his attitude at this time.

Hei Xiaohu finally stopped hesitating and strode forward. Then, using the strength of his feet, he drew a series of afterimages, and the next moment he appeared in front of Ling Ran.

Ling Ran reacted and was about to stab him with his sword.

This sword swing with all his strength seemed extremely slow to Hei Xiaohu.

He slapped Ling Ran on the chest.

Ling Ran suffered a heavy blow and flew backwards, falling to the ground.

"You have lost all your skills and are no longer worthy of being my opponent."

Hei Xiaohu said lightly, as if he was stating an unchangeable fact.

Ling Ran stumbled to his feet, looked at Hei Xiaohu and said, "Hei Xiaohu, I said, I have never let you down. Today I will show you a sword!"

As the words fell, a thunder broke through the dark clouds.