Chapter 115: It's Late!
"This guy is even more terrifying than expected."
Mu Futian was secretly shocked in his heart.
At this time, he had no idea of fighting again.
In addition to the bloody slaughter of the powerful enemy in front of him, he also felt that a large number of monks were rushing here.
Apparently.
Most of these monks were mixed in Black Horn City, and their strength was uneven.
Of course, that's just one of the reasons.
The other reason is from Mu Futian himself.
Although the Demon God Transformation Ground Rank Secret Method is terrifying, it will not cause obvious physical sequelae.
However, there is a certain time limit in terms of duration.
Beyond this time limit, then his strength will be beaten back to the prototype.
In this case, it is quite dangerous.
"Now that the training task has been completed, and the Blood Hades Tower is a bottomless pit, it is not a wise choice to retreat first."
Mu Futian thought so in his heart, and did the same.
"Heavenly Emperor Soul Killing Sword!"
"Go!"
Sucking the Soul Liberation True Spirit Giant Sword in his hand, Mu Futian let out a deep sigh, and a vast and incomparable sword qi was directly projected towards the blood slaughter above the void.
After performing this move, Mu Futian did not hesitate, and directly turned around and swept out into the distance.
His speed was extremely fast, and the remnants of the Dao kept emerging.
However, when he saw the blood blade in front of him and the four black-faced killers who were still struggling, the killing intent in his eyes instantly surged out.
At this stage, although he didn't have anything to do with the blood slaughter, he didn't want to let go of the five people in front of him.
"Give me all the death!"
Mu Futian shouted angrily, and his ghostly figure suddenly passed in front of the bloody blade and the four black-faced killers.
These five killers, except for the blood blade, the other four black-faced killers who were already seriously injured couldn't react at all.
As their throats tingled, the breath that followed them completely vanished.
"Boss, save me!"
Seeing that Mu Futian did not leave directly, but pointed the spearhead at himself again, the blood blade shouted in panic.
"It's late!"
With a soft shout, a sword light came in an instant.
"Poof~"
Fresh splattered out, and the body of the blood blade stiffened in place.
"You ......"
Bloodblade's eyes were full of resentment, and he wanted to say something, but before he could say it, he fell to the ground.
"Whoosh~"
After slashing the blood blade, Mu Futian picked up his speed again and rushed outside.
"Can you escape?"
After dissolving Mu Futian's terrifying move just now, Blood Slaughter's body moved, and he chased after the former.
Regarding the death of Bloody Blade and the others, he didn't even look at it and didn't care about it.
Although Mu Futian's body technique is mysterious and extremely fast, the blood slaughter is not a good one.
The distance between the two is getting shorter and shorter.
"Let's go and have a look."
Feeling a large number of monks pouring out of the surroundings, Leng Wudao waved his hand and shouted in a deep voice.
At this time, he no longer has to be afraid of revealing his identity.
After all, there were so many monks around, he didn't have to worry about being targeted.
"The A-class general offender is going to run, chase after it!"
"Chase!"
The monks who had just arrived here quickly knew what was going on, and they all rushed out in the direction of Mu Futian and Blood Slaughter.
In a corner of Black Corner City, a man gently pulled on his black scarf.
"It seems that I still need to go out."
He chuckled, and in an instant his figure moved, and disappeared in place.