The body of the Holy Lord fell from sudden drops to flying out, and his sternum collapsed and a large amount of blood was splattered.

"So, what you said just now made me very angry." Fang Yu followed again and kicked the Holy Lord's legs off!

The Holy Lord could no longer make a sound, and his body was extremely tragic.

"How dare you... compare yourself with Lin Batian and Hong Tianchen." Fang Yu clenched his right fist and punched the Holy Lord's abdomen. His pupils were filled with a faint dark red light, and he said in a cold voice, "In my opinion, this is an insult."

“Swish!”

After saying the last word, Fang Yu jumped forward and condensed the Heavenly Dao Sword with his right palm.

“Swoosh!”

The sword blade of the Heavenly Dao shines with a golden light, and the sacred aura is awe-inspiring!

Then, cut it off suddenly!

"KaKaKa..."

One sword, but it was like thousands of swords in one go!
Chapter completed!