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Zhou An quickly approached the tall building and confirmed that there was a person standing on it, staring at him.

He frowned, took out the flying knife from his waist and threw it at the opponent. It turned into a black line and streaked through the air, but it was easily bounced away by the person.

The flying knife fell from the air and fell weakly to the ground, making a crisp and weak sound.

That man is very strong!

Zhou An held his breath and shouted: "Are you from the Doomsday Cult? Did you kill these people?"

"I killed him? That's right."

A low voice came from above.

Zhou An was stunned for a moment and stopped, feeling that the voice was somewhat familiar.

The man standing on the roof jumped down from above, landed on the street, and walked towards him dragging his sword. The sword seemed light, but it made long marks on the ground.

The person coming made Zhou An's eyes tremble. He knew this person, and he was even very familiar with it.

Ma Xuekai, the person he and he supported each other and survived from the end of the world, were sometimes as different as one step away.

Zhou An still recognized it and exclaimed: "Ma Xuekai, why is it you!"

A smile appeared on Ma Xuekai's face, leaving a mark on his cheek, as if nothing had changed, and as if everything had changed, deeper shadows in the darkness were densely covered on his face:

"Why can't it be me? You seem to be the same as before?"

Zhou An's fingers holding the knife trembled slightly, he took a deep breath and said, "Can you explain why?"

Ma Xuekai put the black sword on his shoulder, stared at him, and said indifferently: "There is no reason, just run. You have no need to die. Let you go."

In his eyes, Zhou An is not his enemy. He is too weak. Although he is an extraordinary person, he has not transcended the category of ordinary people.

Zhou An's pupils narrowed suddenly, he picked up the broken sword, took a big step forward, and chopped it off.

The sword blade drew an afterimage in the darkness, making its true trajectory unclear.

"Dang~"

Ma Xuekai knocked Zhou An back with one strike of his sword, and at the same time deflected the flying knives from all directions, followed up, and kicked Zhou An to the ground:

"Let's go. You are too weak. Just survive. You don't need to think too much. Survival is the highest level of personal meaning."

Zhou An lay on the ground, feeling pain radiating from his whole body. The opponent's power made him feel suffocated. Ma Xuekai was undoubtedly an extraordinary person at the eighth level, completely crushing his presence.

If you want to defeat him, you will undoubtedly have to become an eighth-level Extraordinary... Qingfeng flashed across his eyes, and the broken sword that fell on the ground moved and pierced Ma Xuekai's vest.

Ma Xuekai was keenly aware that he struck back with his sword and bounced the broken sword away. The huge force shook the broken sword into two pieces, turning it into a shorter bronze sword.

Zhou An took the opportunity to get up from the ground. The broken sword came to him and floated in the palm of his hand. The pieces were put together to form a complete sword.

An ethereal aura spread out from his body, and his eyes glowed with a bright green luster, still conspicuous even in the silent darkness.

"Shua~"

Zhou An instantly retreated more than ten steps, and the broken sword turned into several black shadows and shot towards Ma Xuekai, forming blue fangs, sharp and strong.

[Poor Mortal Sword Master: Eighth-level, upper level, condenses the spiritual aura to sacrifice the sword, the physical body is weak, can control the flying sword with the mind, can break all kinds of magic, and is extremely offensive.]

this moment.

It seemed incredible that he crossed that threshold, but he did cross it and walked towards the direction pointed by the broken sword.

"useless!"

There was a trace of surprise on Ma Xuekai's face, and then he returned to calm. A huge black shadow appeared around him. A huge black palm pressed the broken bronze sword to the ground with a slap, leaving a huge palm print on the ground. There were people all around.

It's a deep and shallow crack.

"The initial door has opened... Well, it seems I have to leave too. See you later."

Ma Xuekai looked in the direction of the door, turned around and ran in the opposite direction, his body turning into a black shadow.

"Bang~"

A bullet turned into a long stream of light and shot from a long distance, as if it had a pair of eyes and shot towards Ma Xuekai in a streamlined shape.

Very few eighth-level Beyonders could dodge this shot. Even those from the Black Mist World, Su Changxing did not think that the Doomsday Cult member who was fighting Zhou An could dodge.

The moment the bullet approached, a huge black shadow appeared in front of the two. The huge power penetrated the shadow, but the bullet also lost its accuracy and shot towards the side of the man, destroying the outer wall of a building.

"Missed?"

Su Changxing was a little surprised. He was not prepared to fire a second shot because he thought one shot was enough, but the opponent resisted the shot head-on.

The power of this shot is even more terrifying than when he was in Xiqiao City. Although the promotion has not been completed, the initial power has been reflected.

He immediately fired the second shot, which was also the last chance, and then the opponent would enter the blind spot of his vision.

This shot was eight times more concentrated, and its power was even more terrifying. It streaked across the night sky almost instantly, like a meteor hitting the man's vest.

"······"

He didn't die, but let the man escape.

Su Changxing was surprised that there were such powerful people in the Doomsday Sect. He immediately ran towards the first residence with a gun on his back, and found that there was no one alive except Zhou An and others.

Zhou An sat on the ground with a dull look on his face. The broken bronze sword actually became intact, shining with the luster of the night and looking extremely agile.

"Have you become an eighth-level Extraordinary?"

Su Changxing asked in surprise. Before, he had felt that Zhou An was a lot worse. Although his level of mystery was high, he was still a bit weak after all.

Zhou An nodded, looked at Su Changxing and said, "That person is Ma Xuekai."

"Ma Xuekai?"

Su Changxing's mind reflected an ordinary-looking middle-aged man. Ma Xuekai and Zhou An were rescued by him, but Ma Xuekai did not choose to follow him into the gathering place.

"Why did he do this? He founded the Doomsday Sect?" Su Changxing was silent for a moment and asked.

Zhou An frowned, shook his head and said:

"I don't know, I also think it's ridiculous. He shouldn't be such a person. What he said about the Gate of Beginning, I don't know what it is."

Zhu Wenwu interjected: "That man's strength is ridiculously strong. Even if Zhu Wenwu advances, he is still no match for him."

Su Changxing looked sideways at him and asked, "Did you mark him?"

Zhu Wenwu shook his head and said: "I can't feel his presence, it seems to be covered by something."

So what is the purpose of the people of the Doomsday Sect? Is it for the mission?

The glow in the sky becomes more and more real, and gradually condenses, flowing like water, falling from the mid-air, scattered in various places in the city, emitting countless soft halos, which is intoxicating.