The powerful King Fushiya, an ancient existence from ancient times, was cut into pieces by Wu Yi just in front of him.

Even Lin Tian, ​​who asked Wu Yi to take action, shuddered. He saw that the Hell Fushi King was thinking of the little Taichu, and did not want this person who was a threat to the little guy to survive, so he tried to ask Wu Yi

Can he kill the opponent? Then, he didn't want to. Wuyi nodded quietly, and then the next moment, he chopped King Fuya into pieces.

"Human!"

Senhan's voice came out, and King Fuya's body was chopped into pieces, but his soul was immortal, and the sinister aura became even stronger.

His damaged body was quickly reorganized.

Wu Yi's expression did not change at all. His slender palms faced the direction of the Hell's Blood Pool from a distance. More light blades emerged. They seemed gentle, but they were extremely powerful. One after another, they were directed towards King Fuya's broken sword.

Cut off the body.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

Blood spattered one after another, and King Fuya's body was cut into more and more pieces under the dense light blades.

Moreover, together with his soul, he was also suppressed by this dense blade of light.

"Human!"

King Fushiya's voice became colder, his body was continuously shattered, but his aura became stronger and stronger.

As he finished speaking, a drum sounded, eerie and cold, like a call to death, causing the entire space to tremble violently, as if it would collapse and be destroyed in the next moment.

A ray of black light fell from the boundless sky, turning into a human skin drum covered with ghost patterns, and the energy of death surged.

Clicking, clicking, the dense light blade summoned by Wuyi was shattered into pieces by the human skin drum in an instant.
Chapter completed!