Lingli's triangular blood groove and cold metal touch, these long ropes that are tantamount to death tightly control the soulless neck, making him breathless.

The cold cold light filled the soulless pupils, and the silent blade was getting closer and closer to him. Through the air, the skin felt like it was tearing.

The dark fork edge was infinitely enlarged. Just when the black-robed guest could not change his moves, Wuhun's waist and eyes tried his best to roll to the side.

The sound of metal stuck on the ground crossing the soulless ears.

The short fork in the black-robed guest's hand pierced the air, drew a strange arc in the air, and inserted it on the ground.

The smear on the black-robed guest's face was even deeper. He seemed to be angry, and his degree suddenly doubled. With a series of light and shadows, the short fork in his hand was approaching the soulless.

"Hmph, kid is pretty good. He has suffered such severe injuries and can move. He has a good foundation. You can hide once, but you can't hide twice. Don't want anyone. Remember to be a selfish person in the next life and don't meddle in other people's business!"

Hissing, when the words come, the short fork is about to pierce the air, piercing the air layer, and a white air film on the fork blade pierces the soulless.

Wuhun knelt on the ground with one leg, blood beads pouring out from the wound, ticking down from his chest.

On the soulless pale face, there was no fear, the clouds were calm and the wind was light, stretched out his arms, held the two blades back, silently staring at the silver arc that was coming and the clamoring figure of the black-robed guest.

Now there is only the black-robed guest who is constantly shaking in the soulless eyes, as if the whole world has stopped flowing.

Wuhun closed his eyes and swung his arms up and down. In an instant, Wuhun's body was filled with arms, and thousands of arms penetrated through the edges under time, leaving behind trajectories.

Suddenly, the soulless eyes opened again, and two golden lights flashed in front of their eyes, the two blades were round and united, and the purple mist tightly wrapped the blade.

Wuhun shouted softly, "Lingxu's ninth level of heaven and earth turn, Wuji destabilizes the immortal of the Yang, - Lingxu's chaotic path, Taishangqing, the nine swords, the first sword rebelled against the people."

Wuhun's short blade in his hand, purple aura was strong, and the black-robed guest's eyes were blurred, and a purple aura passed through his body. After the purple aura, he realized that the surrounding environment had changed.

It seemed that he had come to a foreign land where creatures were fraught with life. The sounds of screams and screams of weapons on the battlefield intertwined into a magic beast song, which made him feel excited. A thought arose in his heart, which was to mingle in the battlefield below and end all the annoying sounds.

The black-robed guest shouted, rushed into the battlefield, and fought with those people.

On the battlefield, swords and swords were lit, halberds and guns were heard, and shouting and killing were shaken by the sky.

The black-robed guest seemed to have lost his mind and his eyes were blood-red, becoming a machine that only knows how to kill.

The short fork in the hand dances up and down, and the blade reaches the flesh, and the sound of cutting flesh is constantly continuous.

The black-robed guest's wrist kept shaking up and down. Even the black-robed guest himself didn't know how many people he had killed, and the dead bodies fell one after another.

The silver-white fork head turned red, and the bloody stream slowly flowed through the soles of the feet.

The black-robed guest collapsed on the ground and fainted. The soulless man in the open space was sitting leisurely on the roots of the tree, leisurely watching the black-robed guest's performance.

The black-robed guest's eyes were blurred, and he pierced his body one by one. Blood-red blood kept flowing out of the wound. After a while, he became a bloody man and slumped on the ground softly.

The short fork in his hand flew out and stuck it to the ground. The black-robed guest lifted his eyelids and felt a piercing pain all over his body. He didn't know why he punched holes in his body.

He looked at Wuhun in surprise. Wuhun stood up, came to the black-robed guest, leaned down, and wiped his neck without hesitation. The broken throat was like a broken water bridle, and it couldn't block it, splashing out liquid.

A black-robed guest made a sound, and blood was flowing out.

"Well, hum, I know what you want to ask? But to borrow a sentence you said just now, go down to ask the King of Hell!"

Wuhun kicked the black-robed guest away with one kick. The black-robed guest hit the sink heavily, and his mouth was bleeding, and he completely closed his eyes.

Wuhun sat next to him, gasping for breath...
Chapter completed!