Chapter 641

"A lot of flowers."

Xuewu finds that his mouth skin Kung Fu may not win Xia Fukun, so he turns his eyes to Hua Duoduo.

"When I drove you to the studio, do you think that you have found a backing now?"

Xuewu sneers. No matter what, he wants to find this place. Since Xia Fukun can't find it, he should find it from huaduo!

He felt that Hua Duoduo, a low force, must have been pressed to death by his own momentum.

But

Hua Duoduo was fascinated at that time.

There is no blood in the realm of Hades!

Although he is the level of the underworld warrior, his elder brother! Xia Fukun, isn't that the existence of the realm of the Buddha? And now Xia Fukun is still around him! If Xia Fukun is not with him, maybe he counsels, but how can this bully bully him in front of his elder brother?

At that time, Hua Duoduo gave a sneer:

"What kind of cow are you in Hades?"

Xuewu

He thought that Hua Duoduo would kowtow and apologize to himself. After all, Hua Duoduo is not like Xia Fukun. He is dressed in yellow, which is really the level of the Yellow soldier.

But

How dare huaduo, a soldier in yellow clothes, hate himself?

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

"The tiger doesn't get angry. Do you treat me as a sick cat one by one? Do you dare to shout with me as a soldier of the underworld

Xuewu couldn't help it at that time.

There was a roar in the bottom of his voice.

Behind him, a huge black-and-white sword cuts through the void. Behind him, it is constantly trembling. When the black-and-white sword appeared, the whole world changed color for it.

This is his Youming sword

Although he had been broken by Xia Fukun once before, he used his blood essence to raise the sword in the past 100 years. At this moment, the Youming sword is quite different from the original one.

If the previous Youming sword can't break Xia Fukun's defense, then Xuewu believes that this time, his Youming sword can penetrate Xia Fukun's defense!

Will Xia Fukun, that proud dignity thorough trample!

"You... Ming..."

"Pa!"

The three words of Youming sword didn't come out. On Xuewu's face, there was a red palm print. Then, the whole body was knocked down on the ground again like a shell.

In the place where his body was, Xia Fukun was turning his wrist.

"Why don't you understand?"

"Didn't you say stop shouting? In the heart silently read won't or how drop? "

"Damn it

Blood can't get up from the ground, eyes are full of blood, originally wanted to defeat Xia Fukun, but now, it seems that he was knocked down on the ground by Xia Fukun again and again!

"Youming..."

Xuewu stares at Xia Fukun in the sky and is just ready to use the Youming sword.

I saw that Xia Fukun frowned.

Then, a big mouth came to me.

"You can't stop, can you?"

"If it's a man, take my sword!"

Xuewu originally thought that it should be very easy to kill Xia Fukun with his own strength. However, the power of Xia Fukun now makes him a little confused.

Of course, he didn't use all his strength. After all, the dark martial arts will start soon, and no one will reveal all his secrets at this time!

But, blood has no discovery, oneself seem not to give this bottom to come out, seem to have no way to win down in the hand of Xia Fukun???

Xia Fukun's mouth twitched when he heard Xuewu's words.

"Is your sword hard to carry?"

Xuewu sneered

"Nonsense, aren't you very proud? If you are so proud, try my sword

Blood has no this words to finish saying, see Xia Fu Kun really didn't move, as if is thinking what in situ.

At the moment, he made a seal with both hands and was ready to use the Youming sword.It's also this time

He was surprised to find out.

Xia Fukun, who was still there, suddenly appeared in front of the huge Youming sword.

"Strong?"

Xia Fukun scratched his head, and then his Qi sank into Dantian.

"Drink!"

Drink softly.

One punch, swing

This punch doesn't give any bonus.

But

That's the punch.

The sword of the nether world, which was trembling, suddenly stopped.

And then

It's on the sword.

"Ka..."

A slight crack appeared.

Soon after the crack appeared, it caused a chain reaction.

Around this crack, more and more cracks spread in all directions.

"Bang"

In the blink of an eye, the Youming sword, which is about 100 feet in size, has not been used even by Xuewu. He just saw the cracks on it, and then heard the sound of "KaKa" coming from the body of the sword, Finally——

Completely transformed into crystal clear and dissipated in

Between the whole world

"Poof"

The sword of the nether world is raised with the essence of blood without blood. The ghost sword was destroyed at the moment, and the body of Xuewu was also attacked.

A mouthful of blood gushes out directly.

"Blood... Blood no city master defeated?"

All the people who watched the play around were stupid.

It's said that the bloody city master has broken through to the realm of Hades!

However, even so, the bloody Lord of Wucheng was defeated by the white soldier.

Oh, my God!

How strong is the soldier in white?! But isn't this the lowest level of the underworld?

At this moment, there are 100000 whys in the minds of all the people who don't know the scene.

"Xia... Fu... Kun!"

Blood without a mouthful, after the blood spurted out, looking at Xia Fukun's eyes, as if there were flames rising.

Also at this moment, around his body, the space began to tremble.

"I want to..."

"Kill you!"

My eyes narrowed into a seam, but in that seam, there was infinite cold light.

This blood has not been destroyed by Xia Fukun Youming sword, the whole person, has reached the peak of rage. He... Can't stand it any longer.

If Xia Fukun had not defeated him a hundred years ago, he would not have reached the realm of Hades.

But it's the same.

If it wasn't for Xia Fukun, a little white soldier of the underworld, who defeated himself and shattered his poor self-esteem, then perhaps his achievements would not be limited to the realm of the underworld emperor.

"I don't want anything that is irregular."

"Laozi, now, I will tear you up."

The blood licked his lips.

In his body, a force of yin and evil appeared.

The surrounding ground, all deep.

And looking at the blood in front of that speechless.

Xia Fukun's brow was also slightly wrinkled.

The smell of evil