Thinking of this, Han Yue smiled coldly and said to himself: "It's true. With the power of the heavenly artifact, he killed Mr. Wu in an instant. I thought you were a person. Forget it, let's explain your life here today."

Han Yue sneered, his body fat, and he rotated rapidly like a top. The wielding shovel was waving it, like a machine that reaped life, rolling up a bloody storm.

"Fatty, you can capture the plate, I will be responsible for the top."

While Ou Chuyang was thinking about how to deal with it, Ling Ye's voice sounded. He jumped nearly ten meters high, his steps were quicker and rushed to Ou Chuyang with the power of that breath.

Ten meters, such a height is nothing in Ou Chuyang's eyes, but don't forget that this place is the Tianwu Realm after all, and Ling Ye's strength is not simple to jump up to ten meters.

Seeing this, Ou Chuyang retreated rapidly. When the thunder sounded under his feet, Ou Chuyang jumped up like a big bird and hid in Han Yue's flat shovel harvester.

Before Ling Yu could descend, Ou Chuyang waved his hand to Ling Ye who was coming in the air and waved dozens of swords.

The huge sword light is seven feet long, and each sword contains Ou Chuyang's extremely powerful divine energy. These divine energy does not belong to you, but comes from the vitality that has not yet been transformed into its own power in the three thousand worlds.

Ou Chuyang also didn't understand why he could use these divine energy. Although he was not commanded by the arm and was calm and wishful, his power was far beyond his own strength.

Since she couldn't figure it out, Ou Chuyang no longer thought about it. With a sneer, she felt the extremely abundant energy flowing in the Three Thousand Worlds. Ou Chuyang was even more confident: "Come on, let me see if you can exhaust my energy."

"Boom~"

Thinking of this, Ou Chuyang raised the Black Flame Sword high and slashed it hard from top to bottom.
Chapter completed!