Wu Tie stabbed out his spear in his hand.

The spear pierced through the white bone rod, more than two meters long and the thickness of the thigh was blown to pieces. The spear pierced through the shoulders of the fishman. Wu Tie picked it hard with both hands. The fishman screamed and was swung up dozens of meters high, slid out an arc, and fell heavily on the bow of the wooden boat.

A large amount of blood spurted out from the wound on the fishman's shoulder and scattered on the boots of the bone and Lan.

Their faces changed slightly, and they snorted coldly at the same time.

However, the body of the fishman whose shoulders were pierced suddenly swelled up, and it exploded into a bloody mist, and was thrown into the river by Eunuch Lan's big sleeves.

"Boy, I have some skills. No wonder Lingqing died at your hands... Humph, it seems that Grandma Hong's death is also related to you?" Eunuch Lan smiled sinisterly and immediately put a big black pot on Wu Tie.

Wu Tie said nothing, but just gently tapped the flagpole beside him with a spear.

He had declared war on the Mist Sword, and at the same time he declared war on the Cult of Eternal Life.

Although there are tens of thousands of subordinates on both sides, Wu Tie is alone.

Each person shot him, but he was not afraid of them.

The river wind blows vigorously, and the flag is "strong".

Wu Tie was just alone, but he seemed to be with the Mist Knife, and the Changsheng Sect became a staggering force.
Chapter completed!