Chapter 1698

The moment the prohibition on the tombstone was untied, Zhuo Wen immediately entered the prohibition on the tombstone, and then he disappeared in situ.

At this moment, the man with the mask stepped in and stepped into the tombstone. Just as he wanted to catch up with Zhuo Wen, the grave under the tombstone suddenly cracked, a huge hand protruded from the grave and grabbed the man's feet.

"Prohibition?"

The man with the ghost face mask was not in a hurry, and his eyes burst into the sky. The giant hand that grabbed his feet collapsed completely under his eyes full of sword.

However, being delayed by the giant hand, Zhuo Wen opened the distance between the man with the ghost face mask.

"These are just small tricks. You still can't escape."

The man with the ghost face mask smiled coldly and stepped on the void with his right foot. The whole man turned into a sword shape, directly broke through the heavy void, and swept towards Zhuo Wen in an instant. The distance between them was immediately pulled in.

Zhuo Wen's eyes grew colder and colder. As he fled and plundered, he kept using the ban on the road to block the people with ghost masks.

However, it is a pity that the man with the mask is so strong that there is no prohibition to trap the man with the mask, just to stop the man's body.

Zhuo Wen's cold sweat began to flow down in front of his forehead. His eyes were full of gloomy color. Originally, he thought that the prohibition at this place could stop the person with the ghost face mask, but he found that all this was in vain.

In this way, they chased and fled again, and quickly approached the colorful vortex in the middle of the mainland.

Behind the hundred feet colorful vortex, a round eyeball looms. The eyeball is almost the same as ordinary human eyes. The pupils are dark and the whites of the eyes account for 90%.

Through the gap of the colorful vortex, this eye suddenly noticed the fleeing Zhuo Wen. His pupil shrank very humanized, showing a rare color of dependence and doubt.

At the moment, Zhuo Wen is only 100 meters away from the colorful vortex. He can even feel that the surrounding space is slightly distorted. This distorted space is caused by the colorful vortex.

In this twisted space, Zhuo Wen's speed suddenly slowed down, but the man with the ghost mask who came after him was not affected at all.

Whoosh!

Soon, the man with the grimace mask quickly caught up with Zhuo Wen a few meters behind him. His right wrist bent, his long sword swept a bright cold light in the air and cut off Zhuo Wen's waist.

A chill from the soles of Zhuo Wen's feet rushed up to the Tianling acupoint on Zhuo Wen's head, which made Zhuo Wen tremble involuntarily.

As soon as Zhuo Wen clenched his teeth, he offered a sacrifice to the Canglong hall again. He was horizontal in front of him, like a huge mountain.

The man with the ghost face mask burst out with cold eyes. The speed of the long sword in his right hand accelerated rapidly, instantly cut through the void, and said coldly: "the magic cut the sky!"

The sword cut through the void, cut out the sky like sword Qi again, and blew on the surface of the Canglong hall. Then Zhuo Wen snorted, his right hand against the surface of the Canglong hall, retreated repeatedly, and stopped more than ten meters away from the colorful vortex, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Ding Ding!

The man with the ghost face mask took advantage of the victory to pursue the attack. He stepped forward and cut out three swords in a row. The three swords swept together and blew on the Canglong hall. Unexpectedly, he separated the Canglong hall. The man with the ghost face mask took advantage of the separated space of the Canglong hall, stabbed him with a sword and only took Zhuo Wen's key points.

The tip of the sword erupted a milky white powerful sword, and Zhuo Wen's pupils tightened and stared at the fierce sword and wanted to retreat, but the powerful Qi of the sword firmly locked him, so that he had no time to avoid.

Zhuo Wen consecrated the first Yang Dao sword and the ninth Yang Dao sword, and at the same time, he exercised the curse ban to the extreme. However, under this powerful sword, Zhuo Wen's measures were useless. Almost all of them were blocked by sword Munger and could not stop this powerful sword.

At this moment, Zhuo Wen felt an unprecedented sense of life and death crisis. A shadow of death completely shrouded him.

"Zhuo Wen, leave it to me and the miscellaneous fox. This man is too strong. We can only do it."

Knowing the sea, Xiao Hei sighed, and the original power on him began to boil. At the moment, Cheng Huang was ready to go with Fu Xiding. They also felt that Zhuo Wen was in danger. If they didn't do it, Zhuo Wen might fall.

Once Zhuo Wen falls, they will be finished, so they have to fight. Even if they are exhausted, they should save Zhuo Wen.

However, just when Xiao hei and Cheng Huang were about to take action, a fierce black lightning suddenly came, swept out from behind Zhuo Wen and blasted on the sword.

Crackling!

When the black lightning flashed on the sword, countless black wires spread over the whole sword. Immediately, the sword collapsed into nothingness under the winding of the wires.

When the sword broke away, the pupil of the man with the ghost face mask tightened into a needle. He stared at the black lightning. His eyes, which were originally spotless, finally showed a strong difference.

The black lightning was extremely fierce. After swallowing the sword, it was undamaged and directly swept towards the man with the ghost face mask. Where it passed, the air sent out a crackling strange sound.

The man with the ghost face mask retreated quickly. He held a sword in his right hand and cut it out. The sword awns converged into a huge crescent like sword light, which suddenly exploded on the black lightning.

Boom!

The sword light was sharp. At the moment of black lightning, it burst into a towering light, which stopped the sharp lightning from rushing forward.

However, the sword light did not last long and collapsed. The black lightning swept out again, like a ghost at night. Although it looked a little dim, it was sharp.

The eyes of the man with the ghost face mask were full of dignified color. He retreated again and directly withdrew tens of thousands of meters away. He held the sword in his right hand and pinched the formula in his left hand, and suddenly pointed on the blade.

"The magic sword cuts the sky!"

With that, the man with the grimace mask quickly cut out nine swords with nine ten thousand Zhang sword Qi. With a disordered posture, he came from the void and fell on the black lightning.

Bang bang!

The nine sword Qi were superimposed on each other, and their power changed qualitatively. They collided with black lightning and rang out with countless continuous roars, causing the earthquake of the whole fragment continent, and the surrounding space of several kilometers turned into a black hole.

Looking at this scene, Zhuo Wen's eyes were shocked. At the same time, he was very confused about where the black lightning came from. Moreover, looking at the appearance of the black lightning, he seemed to be helping himself.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Wen couldn't help turning behind him. Then he fixed his eyes on the colorful vortex. In the colorful vortex, a round eye looked at Zhuo Wen with doubt and attachment, which made Zhuo Wen step back.

"What is this?" Zhuo Wen whispered solemnly.

Bang bang!

Suddenly, the whole continent shook more violently, and even Zhuo Wen stumbled. The fierce black lightning was finally annihilated under the bombardment of nine sword Qi.

The man with the ghost face mask is murderous. He comes from countless dust, holding a long sword and waving his hair.

Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold. At the moment when he was about to make a defensive posture, the eyeball behind him showed a trace of displeasure. Immediately, three black lightning suddenly swept out of his eyeball pupil.

The three black lightning as like as two peas of black lightning, the breath that they exposed is no worse than the black lightning before.

"Is the black lightning released by this eye?"

Zhuo Wen couldn't help but make a sound in surprise and stared at the eyeball behind him. Maybe he completely released three black lightning, so the eyeball was a little tired.

On the contrary, the man with the ghost face mask who came from the storm changed his face at the moment of three black lightning. He immediately turned around and ran away without thinking about it.

Just now a black lightning forced him to use his strongest magic sword to cut the sky. Now three black lightning burst out at once, which is not what he can resist now, so he gave up chasing Zhuo Wen immediately and chose to flee.

The man with the ghost face mask was very fast and quickly disappeared in the scope of the fragmented continent. The three black lightning stopped at the moment when they swept to the edge of the continent, hissed, and returned one after another to fall into the eye.

At the moment, his eyes turned slowly, and his dark pupils were facing Zhuo Wen, which made Zhuo Wen step back and his scalp numb.

The eyeball can push back the person with the mask, so it's easy for the eyeball to kill him, so Zhuo Wen doesn't dare to move freely when he doesn't know what the purpose of the eyeball is.

At the moment when Zhuo Wen was secretly afraid of the eyeball, the eyeball narrowed up, sent out a happy scream, and swept around Zhuo Wen. It was very happy to linger around Zhuo Wen, constantly, and looked quite happy.

"Hmm? What's going on? This eyeball..."

Looking at the strange behavior of his eyes, Zhuo Wen showed surprise.

Then, the eyeball fell on the back of Zhuo Wen's hand and stood on the back of his hand. Immediately, it was very humanized and winked at Zhuo Wen towards the colorful vortex in front, as if urging Zhuo Wen to enter the colorful vortex.

"Is this eyeball going to let me into the colorful vortex?"

Zhuo Wen frowned slightly, but his heart lingered. The colorful vortex looked not simple. He didn't know if there would be any danger when he entered.

However, the eyeball in front of him can push back the person with the ghost mask, and the power of the black lightning is too great, which makes him very afraid. If he doesn't follow the eyeball, he doesn't know whether he will cause death.

"Boy, go in and have a look. The eyeball doesn't look malicious. If it wants to kill you, it's as easy as a palm." Xiaohei's voice suddenly sounded from Zhuo Wen's mind.

Zhuo Wen pondered for a moment, and finally stepped into the colorful vortex, and the joy in the eyes of the eyes became more and more intense, which also followed Zhuo Wen into the colorful vortex.