"The Ghost King of the Underworld?"

The red-robed Archbishop Enke looked at the three of them.

"If black and white impermanence comes, maybe it can still make us a little interested, but you guys are not qualified enough!"

"You temple, so much nonsense?"

The sky wolf's eyes opened indifferently, and his expression was neither sad nor joyful.

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

Four red robes swooped up.

The Heavenly Wolf Lonely Soul did not take half a step back and stepped forward.

Although the strength is inferior, there is even a gap in the number of people.

But so what?

They were originally from the underworld.

Death is destiny!

Unleashed his swift spell, like a ghost in the night, the wolf targeted Enko, his bursting fist heading straight to Enko's head.

At the same time, the lone soul also chose an archbishop, and crossed his claws in the arc of death, tearing at the other party's throat

The strongest of the three of them stomped on the ground with his right foot, shooting diagonally into the air at an astonishing speed, and his tight toes went straight to the throat of a red-robed man, the angle and timing were very clever, and there was that ruthless madness.

The remaining nine ghost envoys were also fearless, and locked their qi onto the remaining fourth red-robed archbishop, as well as the four apostles!

The ghost kings are stalling for Emperor Hades.

And they are stalling for time for the Ghost King!

Knowing that the other party is an opponent who is several times stronger than himself, and knowing that there is likely to be no return, there is no hesitation or hesitation!

The people of the underworld are all ghosts and ghosts who are regarded as heretics by the world.

But in the underworld, it is full of love that is rare in this indifferent world!

The strength of the Ghost King, as the Lord of the Underworld, Li Futu naturally knew it, and he also knew 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 not the opponent of the red-robed bishop, so he wanted to try to kill a Ghost King with lightning speed to relieve the pressure on the Heavenly Wolf, but how could the left and right envoys of the Temple give him this opportunity?

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

Laugh at...... The subtle sound of breaking wind sounded, and it seemed like there was no sound at all, it seemed to be illusory, and just when Li Futu was observing the battlefield between the Heavenly Wolf and the others and the Bishop of the Temple, a golden afterimage suddenly came, and it seemed to be a mistake.

Even if his attention had not yet been withdrawn, his keen sense of smell for the crisis still made Li Futu react quickly, leaning his body and slamming into the left side where the afterimage appeared!

Bang!!

A dull crashing sound erupted suddenly, and the golden afterimage turned from virtual to real!

The right envoy, who was quietly approaching, did not choose to dodge, but instead took the blow shoulder to shoulder.

At the moment when he was knocked back, his hands quickly and unpredictably sent out three consecutive blows, which seemed to be soft and weak, but the angle of each blow was as tricky as a poisonous snake!

'Shoulder well', side back 'Zhi Room', chest 'Xin Yu', his three blows, straight to the three dead points of the human body!

Although the strong reaction force of the impact knocked the right envoy back, Li Futu's will suddenly became a little drowsy, and even his body staggered uncontrollably.

The duel between the human emperor and the emperor, how can there be a little distraction?

If it weren't for the fact that as the Emperor of People, his reaction was far beyond that of ordinary people, and his body trembled between the lightning and flint, which shifted the position of the death hole, otherwise Li Futu would have been seriously injured at least at this moment!

He didn't even care about the qi and blood that was tumbling smoothly and violently, and with the help of the force of the impact, he quickly retreated five or six meters.

When he stared, his left leg unsurprisingly broke through the air, and his right leg smashed directly into the place where he was standing like a steel whip.

The hard ground collided with the human legs, and where the two collided, the ground was sunken!

Li Futu exhaled and twisted his shoulders and elbows to relieve the paralyzing sensation caused by the three blows just now.

At this time, he could no longer pay attention to the battle of the Heavenly Wolf and the others.

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

Although he narrowly avoided a joint attack, but in the face of the two human emperors, passive, that is equivalent to waiting for death!

Li Futu's eyes were cold, he locked on the left envoy, his body moved silently, the distance of five meters suddenly came, and the demon knife in his hand slashed out like thunder, straight to the neck of the left envoy!

Because the demon knife is pitch black, it seems that the moonlight has been swallowed by it between strokes!

No matter how strong the human emperor is, he is also a mortal fetus in the flesh, with the advantage of the first blade in the country, if it is split, it will definitely be a good head rolling down!

As a long-famous Templar Emperor, the moment Li Futu disappeared in place, he seemed to have anticipated the other party's intentions, and his upper body fell back, raising the longbow in his hand to meet the attack!

Bang!!

The blade of the sword and the blade of the bow collide suddenly!

The huge concussive force directly caused the left envoy to slide backwards, and his feet rubbed against the ground, dragging out two long traces.

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

The left envoy steadied himself six or seven paces away, slowly stood up, his eyes lowered, and found that a dent clearly appeared on his longbow.

"Good knife ......"

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

He still had a chance to speak, but Li Futu didn't even have a chance to breathe, and the kick of the Human Emperor, although it was just to repel him so that he could not pursue, the force was not violent, but it hit the human body. It's still not very comfortable, but the pain has not been relieved, and the right envoy has flown in.

The hands in the golden sleeve robe are like maggots on tarsal bones, sometimes sharp as eagle claws, sometimes fierce punches, between Sumeru, they can be turned into finger blades, and the offensive is unpredictable, but the goal is extremely clear, and every blow goes straight to the major death points of Li Futu's body.

These are people who pride themselves on being the light.

The tricks are all murderous!

Li Futu knew that the right envoy of the temple had reached the pinnacle of grasping the structure of the human body, so close combat, as long as the slightest accident was hit, it would be a doom, after blocking the opponent's claw with a knife, his body shook violently, and the lower plate was strong and stable, holding the knife with both hands, and slashing in the air!

The sharp blade goes straight to the opponent's chest!

The right envoy did not dodge or dodge, his hands waved out, and he shook quickly, like a storm, and slapped on the dark blade of Muramasa!

"Qiang ......"

It sounded like metal colliding.

Li Futu's wrist shook, and Muramasa almost got out of his hand!

When he regained his grip on the hilt, out of the corner of his eye, he saw another white light breaking through the air!

At this moment, he no longer cares about the so-called demeanor, and between the lightning and flint, he rolls on the spot.

"Boom!!"

An arrow came from the west, smashed through the ground, and stones exploded and flew out, cutting across Li Futu's face, causing a thin line of blood to appear on his face.

Li Futu touched the wound on his face, looked at the arrow that was still trembling three inches deep into the ground, and didn't stand up yet.

A frantic roar exploded in vain.

"Die!!"

To the northwest, a figure fell to the ground, blood spilling in midair.

Li Futu's eyes suddenly froze.

Lonely Soul.

In his hand, he grasped a torn arm, and the arm was covered with a tattered red robe.

This has always been a taciturn ghost king who only knows the code name and does not know his real name.

On the banks of the Weishui River.

After trying their best.

Died in silence.

(End of chapter)