"What a terrible knight's sword." Simon's expression was solemn. He had never seen a knight's sword exuding such terrifying magical energy.

Even Roan and the others were shocked by the darkness and ominousness of this knight's sword.

"Simon, be careful behind." Roan shouted, Simon turned around instantly, and a figure came over in his sight.

It was a man in a black trench coat. He was tall and sturdy, with a poker face and an expressionless face. There were scars all over his face, not like scars, but like the scars left by the recovery of magical energy pollution.

The gray-blue eyes are as cold as the abyss, giving people a kind of extreme ruthlessness and indifference, this guy exudes a cold breath all over his body.

He tilted his neck as if looking down at Simon, with a dark word of torture branded on his neck.

It seems to have some meaning.

"Being able to stand within the range of the magical energy of my Black Nether Knight Sword without being affected by it, you are very strong." He opened his mouth to speak, his voice was unpleasant and calm, without the slightest emotional fluctuations.

Simon frowned, looked at the dark knight sword, rushed over instantly, and wanted to grab it. But a gunshot rang out and a bullet bolted towards Simon, preventing Simon from reaching for the sword.

It was the vanishing ones who started.

Then a strong wind hit, and the poker-faced man was terrifyingly fast. The distance of more than ten meters was close in the blink of an eye, and then a swinging round kicked and slammed into Simon roughly.

Simon raised his arm to support his whip leg in an instant, and the strength was beyond imagination. It was as if he was hit by a steam car. Simon retreated ten centimeters horizontally, and then stepped back several meters.

What a terrible power, even more amazing than the power of the demigod No. 42.

Simon was safe and sound, and the poker-faced man raised his brows, and then he said, "You are really unusual to be able to catch my power."

This guy regards himself as a great character. If the ghost can speak, Simon will definitely give him a bad scolding.

This guy sucks.

Simon burst out violently, and the knight-level light burst out in his hand, and he rushed over.

The poker-faced man picked up the dark knight sword on the ground and collided with Simon in an instant. The two were like two beasts colliding together. The knight swords clashed, rubbed and sparked.

It was a heavy blow, the poker-faced man was pushed backwards by a huge force, his face changed, and he was actually defeated in terms of strength.

Simon swings his sword unscrupulously, and every sword is heavy, with all his strength, shining like thunder, with terrifying destructive power.

Shadow Ghost's hard body is his strongest defense, and Simon can attack recklessly without worrying about the enemy's blade.

In the face of Simon's bombardment-like onslaught, the poker-faced man resisted with all his strength. He was very strong, whether it was strength, speed, or reflexes. He could find and block Simon's slash.

It's just that he was beaten by Simon's onslaught and couldn't fight back.

"Fuck, Bersan Smolov was actually suppressed. Who is this guy? This type of attack cannot be the three strongest knights. When was there such a terrifying figure in the ninth round?" Disappeared The audience looked at the suppressed poker-faced man with a look of disbelief and disbelief.

Simon's attack came to an abrupt end. It wasn't that Simon was exhausted, or that the poker-faced man fought back.

But Simon's knight sword was broken.

Looking at the knight's sword that was broken into several sections, and at the intact knight's sword in the hands of the poker-faced man, he threw the hilt away in disgust.

"It's a pity you don't have another good sword." The poker-faced man said lightly.

Simon pulled out the knight's sword on his waist, and the quaint sword body glowed with magic energy.

This guy is strong, and his knight sword is also strong.

There is no way but to use it.

The Sword of Disintegration - Decentegert!

With the release of magical energy, the disintegrating sword woke up, and the disintegrating sword seemed to come alive in sight, and the terrifying invasion was affecting Simon.

"This old sword can't be compared to my dark underworld." The poker-faced man shook his head and said.

Simon strode out suddenly, and the disintegrating sword slashed over in an instant, like thunder falling from the sky.

"Break it." The poker-faced man roared, the black knight sword erupted, and the black light erupted, colliding with the disintegrating sword.

In an instant, the black light cracked, and the poker-faced man was thrown out by Juli, smashing a tattered table behind him.

Simon did not hesitate, ran up holding the sword of disintegration, and jumped directly over, using a heavy blow to expand his advantage.

But the gunshots sounded, and the vanished attacked Simon again. Simon, who was in the air, was greatly restricted, his body twisted forcibly to block the bullet, and he also fell down and hit the ground.

A bullet struck again, the disintegrating sword slashed again, and the bullet was instantly divided into more than ten pieces.

With his left hand, he picked up a broken chair on the ground and threw it at the vanishing one.

The disappearing ones are busy avoiding them.

At this time, old Dirk rushed towards the vanishing person like a tiger. His movements were extremely fast, intercepting the vanishing person and not giving him a chance to attack Simon.

And the poker-faced man stood up and stared at the disintegrating sword in Simon's hands, with a solemn expression: "I take back what I just said~lightnovelpub.net~ I can feel it, your sword is the same as my Hei Ming, both Very scary."

So much nonsense!

Simon stepped over, and the disintegrating sword in the hand of the poker-faced man became more and more shining, like a black flame burning.

The two moved at the same time, the sharp knight swords intertwined with each other, and in an instant, a piercing crash sounded, and the beast-like power made all the movements deadly, and sparks shone and splashed on it.

He swung his sword vigorously, but no effective attack appeared. Simon had the upper hand, but the poker-faced man's reaction speed allowed him to block Simon's slash.

The two sides were fighting like beasts, and the fight was inexorable. It was Simon who was actually pressing the poker-faced guy.

During the fierce confrontation, Simon suddenly changed his attack method. The fierce attack suddenly became ruthless, and then the sword was stabbed from a tricky angle. The face of the poker-faced man changed drastically. hurt.

He controls the tempo of the attack, he can switch the tempo, change his moves suddenly, and get the poker-faced guy in with his blistering speed.

His abdomen was cut by the disintegrating sword, a small piece of flesh and blood collapsed directly, and a fist-sized wound appeared, as if bitten off by some monster.

Scarlet blood flowed out, and the poker-faced man looked in pain.

Simon's attack didn't stop there. He never liked to leave any chance for the enemy. If there was a flaw, he would continue to expand the chance if he had a chance of winning.

Stepping forward, the sword of disintegration slashed over his head, raised it high, and then slashed down, carrying the power of cracking iron and breaking stones to slash at the poker-faced man.

The poker-faced man then quickly raised the knight's sword and blocked it in front of him like a shield. The black light on the sword's body erupted, blocking Simon's slash.