Chapter 738

"The hell king?"

Cardinal enko looks at the three.

"If black and white are changeable, we may be a little interested, but you are not qualified!"

"You temple, so much nonsense?"

Sirius opened his eyes indifferently, with no sadness or joy.

"Since you are so obstinate, I will send you and your leaders to huangquan road tonight."

Four red robes are rising.

Chiran, the lone soul of Sirius, didn't step back to meet him.

Of course, the strength is not as good as that, and even there is a gap in the number of people.

So what?

They were originally from hell.

Death is the end result!

When the fast body method is used, it looks like a ghost in the night. Sirius locks the target at enko, and his fist blows straight to enko's forehead.

At the same time, Gu Hun also chose an archbishop, and his claws crossed out of the arc of death, tearing at each other's throat

chi ran, the strongest of the three, stamped his right foot on the ground and shot at the sky with astonishing speed. With tight toes, he took a red robe's throat. His angle and timing were very ingenious, as well as his fierce madness.

The remaining nine ghost envoys, without fear, locked their Qi in the fourth cardinal and the four apostles!

The ghost kings are stalling for Yan Di.

And they are procrastinating for the ghost king!

In knowing that the other side is stronger than his opponent several times, in knowing that there is likely to be no return, there is no hesitation and hesitation!

All the people in the underworld are evil spirits regarded as heresy in the world.

But in the hell, it is full of the love which is rare in the cold world!

The power of the ghost king, as the Lord of the hell, is clear, and the power of the cardinal of the temple is clear to him.

He knew very well that even in the case of one-on-one, the ghost king was not the opponent of the cardinal, so he wanted to try to kill a ghost king with lightning speed to relieve the pressure on Sirius, but how could the left and right envoys of the temple give him this opportunity?

"Yandi, at this time, you'd better think more about yourself."

Hiss When Li futu was observing the battle between Sirius and the bishop of the temple, a Golden Shadow floated in and seemed to pass by.

Even if his attention hasn't been taken back, Li futu's keen sense of crisis makes him react quickly. He leans to the left side of the residual shadow!

Bang!!

The dull sound of impact suddenly broke out, and the Golden Shadow changed from emptiness to reality!

Quietly close to the right so that there is no choice to avoid, on the contrary, to shoulder to shoulder hard under the blow.

At the moment of being ejected, his hands quickly and unpredictably sent out three successive attacks, which seemed soft and powerless, but the angle of each attack was as tricky as a poisonous snake!

"Jianjing", "Zhishi" on his back and "Xinshu" on his chest, his three blows went straight to the three dead points of the human body!

Although the strong reaction force of the impact drove the right side back, Li futu's will was suddenly a little dizzy, and even his body was out of control.

How can the duel between the emperors be a little distracted?

If it wasn't for the emperor's reaction, which was far more than ordinary people's, and his body trembled between the lightning and flint, which made the position of the dead cave deviate, otherwise at the moment, Li futu would have been seriously injured at least!

He didn't even care about the steady and fierce rolling of Qi and blood. With the help of the impact force, he quickly withdrew five or six meters later.

When he fixed his eyes, the left emissary arrived unexpectedly, and his right leg, like a steel whip, directly hit the place where he stood.

Hard ground and human leg collision, where the two collide, it turned out that the ground appeared a depression!

Li futu let out his breath and wriggled his shoulders and elbows to relieve the numbness caused by the three blows.

At this time, he can no longer pay attention to the battle of Sirius and others.

His eyes were fixed on the left envoy standing slowly in front of him and the right envoy who might attack again at any time near his right.

Although dangerous and dangerous to avoid a joint attack, but in the face of the two emperors, passive, that is equal to death!

Li futu's eyes were cold and sharp. He locked the left emissary and moved silently. Five meters away, he blinked. The magic knife in his hand was like thunder. He took the left emissary's neck straight!

Because the whole body of the magic knife is dark, it seems that the moonlight is swallowed by it!

If the Japanese Emperor's body is the first, then it will be better!

As the emperor of the temple who has been famous for a long time, he seems to have anticipated the other party's plan when Li futu disappeared in the same place. He leaned back and raised his long bow to attack!

Bang!!

The blade collides with the bow!

The huge shock force directly makes the left envoy slide backward, and the foot rubs against the ground, dragging out two long traces.But before leaning back, he raised his toes and kicked Li futu in the chest, which broke the possibility of Li futu's pursuit.

The left envoy steadied his figure, stood up slowly, looked down, and found a clear dent on his long bow.

"Good Dao..."

He raised his head and his eyes fell on the village in Li futu's hands.

He still has time to speak, but Li futu doesn't even have a chance to breathe. Although the emperor's kick is just to repel him, so that he can't pursue him. His strength is not fierce, but it hits the human body. It's still hard to feel, but the pain hasn't eased yet, and the right envoy has drifted to it.

The hands in the golden sleeve robe are like maggots of tarsals, sometimes sharp as Eagle's claws, and sometimes fierce boxing. Between Xumi and Xumi, they can be turned into finger blades. The attack is unpredictable, but the goal is very clear. Every blow goes straight to the dead places of Li futu's body.

These people who claim to be bright.

It's a killing move!

Li futu knew that the right emissary of the temple had reached the peak of his grasp of the human body structure. In such close combat, if he was accidentally hit by a dead hole, he would be doomed. After holding the knife to block the other party's claw, his body suddenly vibrated, and his footwall was strong and stable. He held the knife in both hands and cut it in the air!

Sharp blade straight into the opponent's chest!

The right emissary didn't dodge. He reached out with both hands, shaking like waves, and slapping on Murakami's Dark Blade!

"Qiang..."

It's like a metal crash.

Li futu's wrist shocked, and Murakami almost got rid of it!

When he clenched the handle again, the corner of his eye suddenly found another white light coming through the air!

At this moment, he has not considered the so-called demeanor, between lightning and flint, a rolling on the spot.

"Boom!"

An arrow came to the West and smashed through the land. A stone burst out and flew across Li futu's face, leaving a tiny blood line on his face.

Li futu touched the wound on his face and looked at the quivering arrow that was three inches deep into the ground. He still didn't stand up.

A wild roar exploded in vain.

"Go to hell!"

Northwest, a figure fell to the ground, blood in the air.

Li futu's eyes suddenly solidified.

Lonely soul.

His hands, holding a torn arm, arm, covered with broken red robes.

He is a silent ghost king who only knows the code name but not the real name.

On the Bank of Weishui river.

After doing my best.

Died in silence.