Wusa laughed coldly and said, "So what, do you still expect me to surrender?" Hahahaha! ”

Mo Zhiyu looked at Wusa like a madman, of course he didn't expect Wusa to surrender, he just hoped that this guy could retreat in the face of difficulties, he ran away, and they would run away.

Because this place has become more and more abnormal, as an experienced explorer, Mo Zhiyu does not want to stay here for a moment.

However, Wusa laughed even more insolently, and as if he had guessed Mo Zhiyu's thoughts, he laughed: "Do you still expect you to be able to escape?" Do you know what you've released? Hahaha! ”

Mo Zhiyu frowned slightly, he looked at the magic circle that was about to form below him, and decided not to bother with Wusa anymore, and directly went to pull up Cheng Qixue and Luo Bingqian next to him and floated away looking at the hole above.

However, Wusa's gaze at them suddenly became extremely sharp, and his gaze kicked towards the hole on the top, and the mounds on these walls seemed to understand his eyes, and instantly bulged thick and large, like the vines of a thousand-year-old banyan tree, filling the entire hole at once, blocking the way of Mo Zhiyu and the others.

Mo Zhiyu knew that this was Wusa's last move, so he hurriedly swung forward with a knife, and the cold knife wind turned into a menacing arc blade, which smashed into the hole in front of him, rustling deeper and deeper, opening the way for everyone.

But even then they were too late, and more mounds poured out of the passage, densely packed with a thick smell of blood.

Not only did this block the attack of the ink knife, but the smell of blood was so pungent that it was unbearable, making the three people who flew almost faint.

At this moment, Mo Zhiyu suddenly felt the pressure from behind him, he shook off Cheng Qixue and Luo Bingqian beside him, and when he returned the knife to block vertically, he heard a "dang" sound, and a blazing spark rubbed in front of his face, and it was Wusa who suddenly attacked, one hand as a claw, and almost penetrated Mo Zhiyu's heart.

Wusa's bloodshot eyes no longer have any look, only a blood red, and his cheeks are completely covered with black scale armor, and he can't see his true expression clearly, only a hideous face.

But Mo Zhiyu can feel it from this offensive, Wusa is really killing him now, and Wusa's unwillingness to hate now is so strong that he gives up the "Tian'a Sword"?

With a gambling mentality, Mo Zhiyu held the ink knife in both hands, his left hand slowly left, and slapped at Wusa with one palm, and then a golden light burst out from his palm, stabbing straight at Wusa's face!

In this golden light, Wusa's blood-red eyes trembled, and he had no choice but to retreat, so he could only give up the strong attack on Mo Zhiyu, but he only swung about five meters behind him, and then immediately stretched out a palm towards Mo Zhiyu. This palm is not slapped towards the ink delusion, but with an extremely strong suction, it is absorbing the golden light bursting out of the ink delirium's left hand.

It's snatching the sword qi of the Heavenly Sword with Mo Zhiyu!

Mo Zhiyu gushed out the power of the sword soul of Tian'a Sword, just to test Wusa's obsession with Tian'a Sword, and now the temptation is very successful, Wusa is still reluctant to Tian'a Sword. So Wusa chose to dodge the attack immediately, and then fight with him for the Tian'a Sword.

As long as people have desires, they are not terrible, such people are reluctant to die, and they are reluctant to die, which means that there is a way back here.

Then Mo Zhiyu strongly clenched his left hand again, and re-converged the power of the sword soul of the Tian'a Sword in his left hand. However, under the strong suction of Wusa, his whole person was sucked towards Wusa.

At this moment, he also held the ink knife in his left hand, and the brilliant magma-like color immediately exploded on the pitch-black blade, and with this suction, it accurately pierced into Wusa's heart!

Everything happened between the lightning and flint, and Wusa originally thought that Mo Zhiyu would continue to compete with him for the Tian'a Sword, but he didn't expect that Mo Zhiyu would actually be Ande's heart.

The ink knife entered his body, and the strong yuan force immediately vibrated in Wusa's body, shattering his heart inch by inch, and a smell of blood rushed to his throat in an instant.

Also after the incident between the lightning and flint, it was also between the lightning and flint, Wusa slapped a palm heavily, and slapped Mo Zhiyu's shoulder, which directly collapsed half of Mo Zhiyu's body, and also slapped Mo Zhiyu back heavily.

"Mo Lao Er (Senior Brother!) Cheng Qixue and Luo Bingqian immediately rushed over, because they both had someone on their bodies, and they stretched out their only free hand at the same time, and worked together to hold Mo Zhiyu up.

Mo Zhiyu also used the only remaining strength to grasp the two of them, but he didn't have time to look at them, his eyes chased Wusa, only to see Wusa falling weakly downward, and the magic circle below that was about to form suddenly collapsed downward, collapsing out another hole.

Mo Zhi was overjoyed, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and shouted: "Chase!" ”

Cheng Qixue and Luo Bingqian glanced at each other, and they also understood the meaning of ink delusion, and hurriedly chased Wusa into the darkness below.

A group of people quickly descended into the dark hole. There are still those surging mounds like snakes around here, and there is a pungent bloody smell in this darkness, coupled with the darkness itself, which gives people a sense of psychological depression, which makes Mo Zhiyu's heart tremble.

But fortunately, they are also considered to be "many people", holding hands with each other is the best encouragement, Cheng Qixue and Luo Bingqian simply rushed down with the other three men with their eyes closed.

It seemed that out of fear, they wanted to get out of here quickly, and the speed of the fall was getting faster and faster, so fast that Mo Zhiyu felt that his whole face was rushing upward.

He gritted his teeth, endured the pain of half of his body collapsing, his eyes wide open, and kept catching the shadows of the darkness.

Finally, he saw a light in front of him, and then, his face turned pale with shock, and he quickly shouted, "Stop! Stop! Stop! ”

Cheng Qixue and Luo Bingqian didn't open their eyes, as soon as Mo Zhiyu shouted to stop, they quickly stopped in the air, and as a result, they heard a "snap", neither of them stabilized Mo Zhiyu, and when they opened their eyes, they saw that Mo Zhiyu was firmly planted in the ground below.

(End of chapter)