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Click!

A large crack opened in the ground.

A door slowly rose from the ground, about two meters high, with a black frame, but the entire door was covered in shocking scarlet blood!

It is like the gate to the underworld.

It exudes an ominous aura from the inside out, making people instinctively afraid and wishing to avoid it.

Seeing Lin Hao, he still had a backup plan.

Mu Ninghan's smile gradually solidified. He stared at the door and had a bad feeling!

"No, his method is too weird. We can't let him take the first step. I must take advantage of the situation and kill him!"

Thinking of this.

Mu Ninghan held the handle of the knife tightly, and all his spiritual energy continued to pour into the long knife. The originally silent long knife finally changed.

With the support of spiritual power.

The long knife began to be covered with a layer of frost, and the blade exuded a biting chill, and even the surrounding temperature dropped several degrees.

soon.

Ice blue ice covered the blade.

The long knife was covered with an extreme black ice, revealing an extreme coldness!

This is also the opportunity Mu Ninghan got:

The swordsmanship inheritance of Xuanbing Sword Sect!

And what he practices is also the saint's technique: Xuanbing Sword Technique!

This sword is made of thousand-year-old black iron. It is also a magic weapon that matches the Xuanbing Sword Technique. It is the emperor’s best spiritual sword!

"Xuan Bing Sword Technique, Three Sword Styles!"

Mu Ninghan used the knife as a sword and slashed at Lin Hao. The light from the blade was concentrated to the extreme, almost freezing the space.

Kaka!

An ice dragon slammed into the Netherworld Gate, trying to wipe out everything!

however.

The next scene made everyone's eyes widen.

Squeak!

I saw the Netherworld Gate slowly opening.

Feel the ice dragon coming.

A cold snort came from the door: "Whoever dares to disturb my sleep is seeking death!"

next second.

A pale palm was grabbed from the door, and like a chicken, it crushed the menacing ice dragon with one hand!

The strongest attack was broken.

Power backfires!

Mu Ninghan's face turned pale, he opened his mouth and spat out a ball of essence and blood. He was severely injured just by looking at him!

Sit down on the ground.

Mu Ninghan looked horrified, looking at the pale white palm in horror.

In front of the other party, it seems that I am just an ant. If the other party wants to kill me, maybe he just needs to sigh!

"How is it possible? What kind of existence is this?"

But this existence seems to violate the laws of heaven and earth.

Rumble!

A thunder fell from the sky and struck the hand.

"Tiandao? Get away! Don't mess with me!" With just a wave of that hand, the thunder completely dissipated.

But not everyone can bear the wrath of heaven!

A large cloud of calamity continued to gather, and even the sky became dark.

Maybe you don't want to cause more trouble.

The owner of that hand snorted coldly: "You are just a Heavenly Dao from the lower realm. If you weren't afraid of attracting their attention, I would kill you with one hand!"

Finish this sentence.

That hand retracted into the Netherworld Gate.

Everyone at the scene seemed to have forgotten to breathe, and their hearts were about to jump out of their throats!

They stared straight at the Netherworld Door on the stage, with fear and fear that penetrated deep into their souls in their eyes!

What kind of weird method is this?

It has exceeded their cognition!

At this moment, in the void.

A white-haired old man's eyes widened in shock. He was wearing the elder uniform of the Founding Sword Sect and had a flying sword at his feet!

This person was the great elder of the Kaishan Sword Sect. As soon as he sensed the strange aura, he hurried over with his sword.

Just in time to see the scene of pale palms forcefully fighting against the will of heaven.

The breath that escaped from the door made even him feel a suffocating sense of oppression, which was enough to show the strength of his rightful owner!

"It's not easy for this kid to be able to summon such a powerful helper!" The old man squinted and stared at the stage.

offstage.

Lin Mu and Lin Yu seemed to have something in their hearts. At the same time, they looked towards the sky behind them and seemed to have spotted the old man.

"Emperor Realm!"

Lin Mu raised his eyebrows slightly and slowly withdrew his gaze. He was not too surprised.

After all, this Sword Capital is the home of the founding Sword Sect. What's the problem if people wander around in their own territory?

On the stage.

Mu Ninghan still had the high-spirited attitude of a genius. He slumped on the ground, looking at the Netherworld Gate, with only endless fear in his eyes.

"Netherworld Gate, the judge judges the fate!"

Lin Hao didn't intend to stop and slapped the door with his palm.

Squeak.

The Netherworld Gate opens again.

A shadowy figure wearing official uniform, holding a book of life and death in one hand and a judge's pen in the other slowly walked out of the door.

He looked at Mu Ninghan on the ground and made a mechanical voice: "Mun Ninghan, your life span has expired. I sentence you to return to hell as soon as possible!"