He clenched his fists with both hands, then punched Wu Lie, and another punch hit the middle-aged scholar.

The punch that attacked Wu Lie was white, majestic, like a thunderbolt of lightning.

The punch that attacked the middle-aged scribe was black, weird and domineering, like a black ghost fire.

"Looking for death." Wu Li increased his strength again, and the shadow of the palm that was slashed out became increasingly dense.

"Arrogant." The middle-aged scholar was obviously angry by the black-robed boy's posture of one against two. The folding fan in his hand was like a giant white blade, slapped at his head fiercely.

The boy in black robe was not afraid, his eyes were cold, and the fist he swung did not speed up, let alone increase his strength.

He was extremely confident in his two punches.

Bang--

The middle-aged scribe was shot out by the "Flame Fist".

The origami fan in his hand was burned to ashes as soon as it touched the black ghost fire.

At the same time, the white robe on his body also burned and turned into dust and smoke at the same time.

When his body hit the beam hard, his body had been burned to black charcoal.

Wu Lie's situation was not easy. When his "Destroying Palm" and the white lightning came into contact, he encountered a tough and heavy blow.

"puff--"

My chest hurt suddenly, and then my body flew backwards again.

The body of the boy in the black robe stood in the sky, and the white palm stretched out from the black robe again.

He gently made a move towards Wu Lie's body, and Wu Lie's body flew in the opposite direction, and once again flew towards the boy in the black robe.

Bang-

The boy in black robe held his palm and just held Wu Lie's neck in his palm.

Wu Lie's face was ashes, his face was full of horror, and his voice was hoarse: "Don't kill me, don't kill me-Yan Xiangma, Dawu and Xifeng have a good relationship. I am the fourth son of Wu Zhao, the king of Dawu. My father's rights are greater than that of King of Dawu. The kingdom of Dawu is entirely controlled by my father. Our Wuyan family cannot say that there is still a lot of origin - Yan Xiangma, don't kill me, I am willing to agree to you any conditions-"

"You just said that you will not talk about family and country friendship." said the boy in black. With a little force on his fingers, a black fire burned between his fingers.

In an instant, Wu Lie's body was ignited.

First there are hair, then clothes and armor, then the skin on the face and flesh on the body.

Every part of the body is burning, releasing black flames.

When the boy in black robe stretched out his fingers, Wu Lie's body fell to the ground.

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Chapter completed!