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He comes with ill intentions.

The murderous aura that came towards him told Chen Huaian the message.

On the left, a huge winding shadow.

Dark blue scales covered its slender body, emitting an icy sheen under the reflection of the sword light.

Its head was not visible, and its huge body was lurking in the darkness, emitting a cold and suffocating feeling like the deep sea.

A pair of huge vertical pupils like lanterns lit up in the darkness above, flashing a cruel light, like a poisonous snake locking onto its prey.

On the right, there is a dancing shadow.

The shadow resembled a tiger, but was several times larger than the sacred white tiger. Its entire body was enveloped in a sticky, pitch-black flame that seemed to be able to devour light.

The flames burned silently, distorting the surrounding space, emitting a heat that seared even the soul and a pure will of destruction.

Deep in the flames, a pair of tiger eyes burning with the same dark flames stared at Chen Huaian without any emotion.

And right in the center...

Bang!

A dull thud!

A huge coffin fell heavily into the darkness not far in front of Chen Huaian!

The entire coffin was made of some kind of dark metal, its surface etched with intricate, evil, and twisted runes, emitting an ancient, heavy, and heart-pounding ominous aura.

This breath... made Chen Huaian feel inexplicably familiar.

But it is also mixed with a biting chill that comes from the depths of the soul.

The coffin was tightly closed and stood still, like a gateway to the underworld.

But its mere presence seemed to drain all the life from the surrounding area.

The darkness became thicker, and the heavy footsteps and the pressure from the ferocious creatures on both sides seemed even more difficult to breathe.

Three enemies surrounded Chen Huaian in a triangular shape.

On the left is a dark blue deep-sea dragon.

On the right is a ferocious tiger burning with destructive black flames.

In the center, there was a huge coffin that exuded an ominous yet faintly familiar aura.

The footsteps stopped.

Absolute darkness and deathly silence descended again.

Only the faint light of the sword in Chen Huaian's hand flickered stubbornly in this solidified terror, reflecting his solemn and iron-like face.

Not to mention the Jiaolong and the Black Tiger for now, Chen Huaian can be considered knowledgeable, but this knowledge is limited to the Cangyun Realm.

This dragon is not the Cangyun dragon.

Black Tiger is also not comparable to Black Wind Great Sage.

But they are indeed species that Chen Huaian cannot recognize, and they can indeed bring a sense of oppression to him in the early stage of fusion.

But neither the dragon nor the black tiger meant anything to Chen Huaian.

He was confident that he could defeat the two ferocious beasts within ten moves.

But... the coffin in the middle was a little hard for him to see through.

He had never seen that coffin before, but the aura emanating from it was indeed familiar.

Who is in the coffin?

Without waiting for Chen Huaian to think too much, the dragon and the black tiger slowly walked forward.

Only the coffin remained motionless, as if it was holding up a formation.

Why hasn’t the guy in the coffin come out yet?

Chen Huaian sneered: "You're making it quite mysterious... Are you planning to let these dragons and tigers test my strength?"

Darkness, solid as iron.

Murderous intent, however, was boiling.

On the left, the dark blue light of scales tore through the darkness silently.

The winding giant body came with the chill of the deep sea, strangling us, and the air groaned as if it was squeezed.

The huge vertical pupils locked onto Chen Huaian, cold and cruel.

On the right side, there was a burning heat.

The leaping black shadow carried black flames that devoured the light. The tiger roared silently, and only the space was distorted by the high temperature.

The pitch-black flaming tiger eyes held only the will to destroy.

Two completely opposite forces, one cold and one hot, one twisting and one pouncing, blocked all the space for Chen Huaian to dodge.

The huge coffin in the center remained silent, like the eye of the abyss, watching indifferently.

"If there are only these two, then—

Not good enough! "

Chen Huaian's voice was very soft, but it was unusually clear in the absolute silence.

He moved.

No need to retreat, let alone block.

There is only one light.

A dark light.

The moment the Black Scale Sword was unsheathed, time seemed to stand still for a moment.

The sword body did not shine brilliantly, but only had an extreme darkness that seemed to be able to cut through the chaos.

That was not the light of the sword, but the sword itself that split the space, swallowing up the faint light around it, leaving behind a trail of nothingness.

The sword light split into left and right.

To the left, face the dark blue strangling body.

There was no sound of metal clashing, only an extremely subtle sound, like the sound of silk being torn.

The moment the dark blue scales came into contact with the dark sword light, they separated silently like fish fins sliding across the water.

The huge dragon's body continued to rush forward with inertia, but a mirror-smooth cut appeared at seven inches and spread rapidly.

The ferocious dragon head still pounced forward fiercely, but it was completely separated from the winding body. There was an expression of incredible astonishment in its huge vertical pupils.

Before the dark blue blood could splatter, the sword light deflected to the right.

On the right, destructive black flames rushed towards you.

The black-scaled sword drew a mysterious arc, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if shattering the void.

The sword intent was concentrated at one point, without avoiding or giving way, it pierced straight into the core of the leaping black shadow - between the pair of tiger eyes burning with black flames!

laugh--!

The tip of the sword pierced the black flame.

Following a shrill sword sound, violent sword energy exploded behind the black tiger, sweeping towards the black coffin like a real hurricane.

The sticky, all-consuming black flames, upon contacting the sword's razor-sharp tip, uttered a shrill cry like the shrieks of millions of resentful souls, as if encountering their nemesis. The flames, imbued with the will of destruction, were forcibly split open by the sword's will!

The sword flashed and disappeared.

The burning black tiger suddenly froze.

Its forward lunging posture was frozen in the darkness, and the surging black flames around it seemed to be frozen.

Then, a straight, smooth crack spread downward from its brow, running through its entire huge body.

The cracks widened.

The two halves of the tiger's body, still blazing with residual flames, slid silently to the sides, their fractures neatly severed. The core of the black flame, like spilled ink, twisted and dissipated in the darkness, eventually extinguishing itself, leaving only the pungent smell of burning.

At the same time, the sword energy that broke through the body was easily blocked by the black coffin.

From the moment Chen Huaian drew his sword to the moment the two huge remains of the beasts fell to the ground, it took only a breath.

The dark blue dragon's blood gushed out like a waterfall, staining the ground black.

The remains of the black tiger were split open, and the embers flickered.

The bottom floor of the Demon Locking Tower returned to silence again.

Only the strong smell of blood and burning filled the air.

There is also the black-scale sword pointing diagonally to the ground.

The sword body was still cold and without a trace of filth, as if the two stunning sword strikes just now had not come from its hand.

Chen Huaian stood there, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

He didn't even look at the rapidly cooling wreckage.

His gaze was like two invisible swords, piercing through the sticky darkness and firmly nailing the silent giant coffin in the center.

He didn't actually want to kill any monsters.

But facing the dragon and the black tiger, he changed his mind.

He treated the other party as an ally, but in the end the other party was full of murderous intentions towards him.

If he still wants to spare the other person's life, then he should stop practicing swordsmanship and go to church to become a priest.

It just so happened that his way of killing was also based on countless corpses.

All I can say is, if you dare to come, Chen Huaian will kill you!

It was eerily quiet inside the tower.

Only Chen Huaian's own heartbeat was steady and powerful.

From the depths of the giant coffin, there seemed to be an extremely subtle sigh, as if it had been sealed for a thousand years?

Or maybe... the soft sound of chains?

Chen Huaian raised his lips in a cold arc, his voice was not loud, but it clearly penetrated the dead silence:

"It's your fault!"

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