Chapter 1982: The Holy Cloth of the Dark Emperor

Illusion!

The scene just now echoed in Nie Tian's mind, and he was very sure that the ghost-faced swordsman killed his opponent with illusion.

The sword intent of the ghost-faced swordsman contained extremely powerful mental power. It was the mental deterrence in the sword intent that made his opponent hallucinate and explode directly.

It must be said that the sword intent of this ghost-faced swordsman was too weird, and it was the only one Nie Tian had ever seen in his life.

Among swordsmen, those who can integrate mental power into sword intent are extremely rare, and those who can use sword intent to create illusions are even rarer in the world.

This ghost-faced swordsman can perfectly integrate illusion into sword intent, which is really terrifying.

And from beginning to end, the ghost-faced swordsman did not even move, but just released some sword intent, and directly killed people invisibly. This killing method is chilling.

No wonder Xiao Feimao asked Nie Tian to pay attention to this person. It turned out that this guy was a swordsman with illusion.

In fact, Nie Tian's sword intent also contains a kind of sword intent with mental power attributes, the soul-devouring sword intent, which can attack the opponent's mind invisibly.

But the ghost-faced swordsman in front of him, I don't know how much better he controls the spiritual sword intent.

"It seems that this person will also be a strong enemy of mine." Nie Tian calmed down and couldn't help saying in his heart.

"Well." The little fat cat nodded and said: "The true strength of this ghost-faced swordsman has not yet been revealed. If you meet him, you must be very careful. Even if you have a holographic divine pattern, you may not be able to escape his illusion."

Nie Tian exhaled a deep breath and nodded slightly.

Illusion, this is a very unreasonable way of attack. Once you fall into it, even if you are a supreme god peak warrior, you will be played around by the caster.

Just like the swordsman who just died, he didn't even know how he died.

Nie Tian looked at the ghost-faced swordsman and said secretly in his heart: "Which force are you from?"

He has determined that this ghost-faced swordsman is a killer, so his first guess is that this person is from Ni Lin.

If the ghost-faced swordsman is from Ni Lin, then he is most likely coming for Nie Tian. After all, Nie Tian killed Ni Lin Thirteen Thorns, so Ni Lin will certainly not let him go.

First it was Xuanyuan Yuncong, then Fenghuo Binghong, and now there is another ghost-faced swordsman who can use sword intent to create illusions. This Xiefeng Sword Contest is really getting more and more interesting.

Nie Tian is not too afraid at this moment, but rather a little excited. He is looking forward to what kind of strong man will appear next.

Then, Nie Tian played his third game again. The opponent was not strong, and he won easily.

After three games, Nie Tian's battle today is over, and he can concentrate on observing other swordsmen fighting next.

"Nie Tian." At this time, Gui Wucan also ended his battle and came to Nie Tian, ​​but he was a little worried and said: "This time, there are many strong men in the Xiefeng Sword Contest. I guess it will be difficult for me to enter the top 16."

Gui Wucan won all three battles today.

But he encountered relatively weak opponents, so it is hard to say whether he can win and continue to move forward.

"I didn't expect that the Xiefeng Sword Contest would attract so many strong men." Nie Tian smiled bitterly, but the firmness in his eyes did not change.

Jian Jingyun finished the battle and came to Nie Tian and Gui Wucan, frowning but not speaking.

He has always been steady, but at this moment he couldn't help but become worried.

"Jian Jingyun, what are you thinking about?" Nie Tian looked at Jian Jingyun and asked with a faint smile.

"Nie Tian, ​​there are so many strong men in the Xiefeng Sword Contest this time. Do you still have the confidence to get the position of the sword champion?" Jian Jingyun nodded and said his worries in a deep voice.

He already knew that Nie Tian wanted to use the Xiefeng Sword Contest to rescue Jian Qingchi.

But the premise of saving Jian Qingchi is that Nie Tian must take the position of the sword champion.

Before, Jian Jingyun was very confident in Nie Tian, ​​but now, he began to worry.

Fenghuo Binghong and others are too strong, and their strength has caught up with the old generation of sword masters. Will Nie Tian be his opponent?

"Don't worry, I will definitely win the position of Sword Master." Nie Tian knew what Jian Jingyun was worried about, and smiled faintly, revealing strong confidence.

Jian Jingyun nodded, but his face was still not very good. He hated that his strength was too weak and he could not shoulder the burden of saving people with Nie Tian.

"Look, Lian Wuyi is on the field!" At this time, Gui Wucan suddenly shouted with joy, pointing to a sword field.

Nie Tian looked up suddenly, and saw Lian Wuyi's figure appear on a sword field stone pillar.

The weeping blood sword baby in Lian Wuyi's body had been taken out, but her fighting power was still not to be underestimated. The peak strength of the main god and the sword realm of the intermediate sword and martial arts made her enough to fight against the early or even middle-stage warriors of the Supreme God.

Nie Tian estimated that even the current Jian Jingyun and Gui Wucan might not be Lian Wuyi's opponents.

So in this battle, as long as the opponent is not too strong, Lian Wuyi will definitely win.

Many people present knew Lian Wuyi, and her battle naturally attracted many people.

A moment later, a figure descended and landed on the stone pillar of the sword field opposite the dance clothes.

"Hey! Who is this person?" As the figure descended, the crowd frowned, their eyes became puzzled, and their faces were full of confusion.

The figure was very strange, the whole body was hidden in the wide black robe, and the place where the face should be was actually a dark hole, which was very strange.

Judging from the figure, this person should be a woman.

"Hmm?" When Nie Tian saw the black-robed figure, his eyes couldn't help but tremble, and his face was extremely surprised.

This black-robed figure gave him a very familiar feeling, but its breath was very strange, which made Nie Tian feel very strange.

Nie Tian immediately opened the holographic divine pattern, wanting to sense the breath of the black-robed figure more clearly, but strangely, his holographic divine pattern was directly bounced back before it approached the latter.

Nie Tian was stunned for a moment, and his doubts in his heart became heavier.

"This, this is actually..." At this moment, the voice of the little fat cat suddenly sounded, and it was very surprised. After trembling for several seconds, he said four words: "The Holy Cloth of the Hades!"

"The Holy Cloth of the Hades?" Hearing these four words, Nie Tian's eyes couldn't help but tremble, and the horror in his heart was revealed on his face.

Hades, hearing this name, Nie Tian would of course think of another person, Xue'er.

Although he didn't know what the Holy Cloth of the Hades was, the black-robed figure could actually wear the Holy Cloth of the Hades, which obviously showed that this person had a great relationship with the Hades.

"The man in black robe is the Three Life Vein, could she be..." The little fat cat ignored Nie Tian's surprise, and his expression became horrified, with a look of horror.

At this moment, the black-robed figure suddenly moved, and a blood-red long sword appeared in his hand, releasing an extremely terrifying sword aura.

"This is..." Nie Tian saw the red long sword, his eyes suddenly trembled, and his face froze instantly.

He was very familiar with the red long sword, it was Xue'er's Yuanling Sword, the Falling God Sword!