The arrogance of the city

Chapter 735 Birth is Nameless, Death is Silence
"Ghost King of Hell?"

The red-robed archbishop Enke looked at the three Sirius.

"If black and white impermanence comes over, maybe it can interest us a little bit, but you are not qualified!"

"You temple, so much nonsense?"

Sirius opened his eyes indifferently, neither sad nor happy.

"Since you are so obsessed with obsession, then tonight, I will send you and your leader to Huangquan Road together!"

Four red robes rose up.

Chi Ran, the lone soul of the Sirian wolf, went up to meet him without taking half a step back.

Although the strength is not as good, there is even a gap in the number of people.

But so what?
They were originally from hell.

Death is the destination!

The swift body technique was cast, like a ghost in the night, Sirius locked his target on Enke, and his bursting fist went straight to Enke's forehead.

At the same time, the lonely soul also chose an archbishop, crossed his claws in an arc of death, and tore at the opponent's throat

Chi Ran, who was the strongest among the three, stomped his right foot on the ground and shot obliquely into the sky at an astonishing speed. His tense toes went straight to the throat of a red robe.

The remaining nine ghost messengers showed no signs of fear, and locked their energy on the fourth remaining red-robed archbishop and the four apostles!

The ghost kings are buying time for Emperor Yan.

And they are delaying time for the Ghost King!
Knowing that the opponent is an opponent several times stronger than oneself, and knowing that there is a possibility that there will be no return, there is no hesitation or hesitation!

All the people in the underworld are ghosts and monsters who are regarded as heresy by the world.

But in the underworld, it is full of friendship that is rare in this indifferent world!
As the Lord of the Underworld, Li Futu naturally knows the strength of the ghost king, and he also knows the strength of the red-robed archbishop of the temple.

He knew very well that even in a one-on-one situation, the ghost king was no match for the red-robed bishop, so he wanted to kill a ghost king with lightning speed, so as to relieve the pressure on Sirius and the others. But how could the envoys of the temple give him this chance?

"Emperor Yan, at this time, you should think more about yourself."

Tsk... There was a slight sound of breaking wind, and it seemed that there was no sound at all, and it seemed to be unreal. Just when Li Futu was observing the battlefield between Sirius and the others and the bishop of the temple, a golden afterimage appeared suddenly, and it seemed to be a mistake. pass by.

Even if he hadn't withdrawn his attention, Li Futu's keen sense of crisis still allowed Li Futu to react quickly, tilting his body, and slammed into the left side where the afterimage appeared!
boom! !

A dull impact suddenly erupted, and the golden afterimage turned from virtual to real!
The right envoy who approached quietly did not choose to dodge, but took the blow shoulder to shoulder.

At the moment of being blasted back, his hands unleashed three consecutive blows in a swift and unpredictable manner, seemingly limp and weak, but the angle of each blow was as tricky as a poisonous snake!

'Jianjing', 'Zhishi' on the side, and 'Xinyu' on the chest, his three blows went straight to the three dead spots of the human body!

Although the strong reaction force of the impact knocked the right emissary back, Li Futu's will suddenly became a little dizzy, and he even staggered uncontrollably.

How can there be any distraction in the duel between emperors?
If it wasn't for being a human emperor, his reaction was far superior to that of ordinary people, and his body trembled between lightning and flint, causing the position of the dead point to shift, otherwise Li Futu would have been seriously injured at the moment!
He didn't even care about the steady and fierce tumbling blood, and with the help of the force of the impact, he quickly retreated five or six meters.

When he stared, his left hand pierced through the air as expected, and his right leg hit the place where he was standing like a steel whip.

The hard ground collided with the human leg, and where the two collided, there was a depression in the ground!
Li Futu exhaled and twisted his shoulders and elbows to relieve the numbness caused by the three strikes just now.

At this time, he could no longer pay attention to the battle between Sirius and the others.

His eyes were fixed on the left envoy who was slowly standing up in front of him, and the right envoy not far to the right who might attack again at any time.

Although he narrowly escaped a combined attack, but facing the two emperors, being passive is tantamount to waiting for death!
Li Futu's eyes were cold and stern, he locked onto the left envoy, and his body moved silently. He came five meters away in the blink of an eye, and the demon knife in his hand struck out like a thunderbolt, straight for the left envoy's neck!
Because the whole body of the demon knife is pitch black, it seems as if the moonlight is swallowed by it when it is swiped!
No matter how strong the Human Emperor is, he is still a mortal body. With the No. 1 blade of the Japanese Empire, if he chops it, it will definitely roll off another big head!
As the long-established Emperor of the Temple, the moment Li Futu disappeared in place, he seemed to have anticipated the opponent's plan. He fell back with his upper body and raised his longbow to meet him!

boom! !

The blade and the bow suddenly collided!

The huge shock force directly caused the left emissary to slide back, and his feet rubbed against the ground, dragging out two long marks.

But while leaning back, he lifted his toes and kicked Li Futu's chest, disintegrating the possibility of Li Futu's continued pursuit.

The left envoy stabilized his figure six or seven steps away, stood up slowly, lowered his gaze, and found a clear dent on his longbow.

"Good knife..."

He raised his head, and his eyes fell on the Muramasa in Li Futu's hand.

He still had a chance to speak, but Li Futu didn't even have a chance to catch his breath. Human Emperor's kick, although it was just to repel him so that he couldn't pursue, the force was not too violent, but it hit the human body.It's still not very comfortable, but the pain has not been relieved, and the right sensation has already arrived.

The hands in the golden sleeves are like tarsal maggots. Sometimes they are sharp like eagle claws, and sometimes they punch fiercely. Between Xumi, they can turn into finger blades. The attack is unpredictable, but the target is very clear. Go straight to the dead spots of Li Futu's body.

These self-proclaimed bright people.

The tricks are all murderous!

Li Futu knew that the right envoy of the temple had reached the peak of his grasp of human body structure, so if he was so close to the body, if he was accidentally hit by the fatal point, it would be a doomed end. After blocking the opponent's claw with a knife, his body With a sudden shake, the lower body is strong and stable, holding the knife with both hands, and slashing across the sky!
The sharp blade went straight to the opponent's chest!
The rightist didn't dodge or dodge, he swung his hands out, shaking quickly, like a stormy wave, and slapped on Muramasa's pitch-black blade!
"Qiang..."

It sounded like metal clashing.

Li Futu's wrist shook, Muramasa almost let go!

When he gripped the handle of the knife again, out of the corner of his eye, he saw another white light bursting through the air!

At this moment, he no longer cared about the so-called demeanor, and rolled on the spot in a blink of an eye.

"boom!!"

An arrow flew west, smashing through the ground, and a rock exploded and flew out, passing across Li Futu's face, causing a fine line of blood to appear on his face.

Li Futu touched the wound on his face, looked at the trembling arrow three inches deep into the ground, and hadn't stood up yet.

A crazy roar exploded in vain.

"go to hell!!"

In the northwest, a figure fell to the ground, and blood sprayed in midair.

Li Futu's eyes suddenly froze.

lonely soul.

In his hand, he was holding a torn arm, which was covered with a broken red robe.

This ghost king of the underworld who has always been taciturn and only knows his code name but not his real name.

On the banks of the Weishui River.

After doing my best.

Died silently.

(End of this chapter)