Then he turned into a god of death.

Wuming just stood like this.

But the aura on the body is unpredictable.

His unfathomable eyes also showed an unpredictable light.

He was clearly standing in front of Chu Yun, but he seemed to be far away in the sky.

"But your strength is still a distance away from your father." Wuming said with his lips pursed. "Your father couldn't escape back then. Today, you are the same."

Chu Yun slowly drew his sword.

I don't want to say a word of nonsense.

He could clearly feel that Wuming's hard power should have reached the threshold.

Otherwise, you won't give yourself such a strong sense of oppression.

But if they all look like the Great Elder, like General Lu.

Wouldn't my father really become a coward?

Fortunately, Wuming's strength has once again stabilized his father's grand image in his heart.

"Are you hiding a knife?"

Chu Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and ignored the nonsense he said.

He came for revenge.

The process of revenge is to kill him.

Killing is the only thing Chu Yun wants to do at this moment and wants to do.

"Did you see?" Wuming asked back. "Then do you know, how many knives do I hide?"

Just finished speaking.

Wu Ming moved.

His body fell silently on Chu Yun's side, like the wind, like ghosts, like flying snow!

Countless blades intertwined into a knife net, wrapping him up.
Chapter completed!