Super Space Trading Group

Bai Cheng came to the commanding heights and looked down at the dead handle to hang them. He shook his body, fully armed, and armed every inch of his body.

"Together, or one by one?"

That Zhang Qilin turned his head to look at the dead-handled wooden hanger, and asked a question curiously.

"What do you think?"

The dead-handed wooden hanging stared at Bai Cheng, he patted his forehead, and said very seriously,

"Boom..."

Bai Cheng took a deep breath, and he squeezed his fists to death. Then the right hand was gently opened, the ground at that position trembled rapidly, and a black long sword flew out from below.

"What is he, it feels a little strange!"

Zhang Haiyun stared at the black long sword in Bai Cheng's hand, his face became a little strange.

"I don't know, the aura above is something I've never encountered before. You should be careful, don't touch that thing!"

The dead-handled wooden hanger approached Bai Cheng step by step, and he let out a light breath. He took out a dagger from behind and drew a graceful arc in the air.

“Whoosh…~||…”

Say it's late, then it's fast. The dead handle hung a Shunpo, rushed out, came behind Bai Cheng Bai Cheng, and stabbed the back of his head viciously.

As for Bai Cheng, he seems to be a normal person. He clasped his hands in front of him, completely ignoring the movement of the dead wooden hanger, everything seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Just when everyone thought he had succeeded, the black long sword in Bai Cheng's hand broke free. With a strange posture, he kept spinning in the air, and he smashed the dead wooden dagger into the air with ease.

"Swordsmanship?"

The dead-handled wooden hanger hurriedly took a few steps back, and he didn't expect Bai Cheng to do such a thing. Once he does it, he can't be an opponent alone.

"Go, Black Sword!

Bai Cheng hooked his finger, looked at the black long sword with a smile and said.

"Wait, the long sword in his hand is a black sword..."

After hearing Bai Cheng's words, Zhang Qilin's expressions became particularly ugly. His mouth opened involuntarily, and he looked at Bai Cheng in horror.

"Yes!

The back of the dead-handled wooden hanger was covered in sweat, and for some reason, his body was unable to move.

Black Sword, the world's oldest and most terrifying sword. Wherever he went, there were corpses everywhere. Murderous and soul-stirring.

Its sword body is about seventy centimeters long, and it is full of uneven openings. Once it hits the opponent, it will be torn open.

"'How did you get this thing...'"

The dead-handled wooden hanger raised his head and looked at Bai Cheng blankly, and said in surprise,

"The secret can't be revealed. Usually, I only tell the dead secrets. So, do you still want to know now?"

Bai Cheng moved his wrist and laughed thoughtfully.

"Forget it, if there is nothing else, we will leave first!

That Zhang Haiyun really felt the terrifying aura of the black sword, he waved his hand, and said slightly meaningfully.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Qilin also retreated. After all, a Bai Cheng is already very difficult to deal with, and now a black sword has emerged.

"Want to go? Should you ask me..."

At this moment, Bai Cheng waved his hand. Dozens of clones appeared beside those guys, tightly surrounding them.