In just a moment, Mo Zhaoxie had become a bloody man. Even the dark Fangtian Painting Gaulle was flowing with blood, falling drop by drop into the sea. The smell of blood immediately attracted many sea beasts to compete for food, and some sea beasts even stared at their blood-red eyes and rushed out of the sea to bite Mo Zhaoxie.

Despite this, Mo Zhaoxie still stood straight with Fang Tian Huaji in his hand, and his pair of cold mothers looked like cold stars, staring straight ahead. Although he could not see Hu Yi's figure, he could not even capture his shadow.

"I'll go, your uncle!" The fat man roared, and when he saw Mo Zhaoxie suffering such trauma, he suddenly became anxious. There were waves of fluctuations around his fat body, as if flames were burning violently, and he thought that the water waves were trembling violently. The fat man took a step forward and disappeared in an instant like Hu Yi. Only the harsh sound of breaking through the air resounded throughout the sea area.

With a loud bang.

The fat man's unknown object suddenly appeared on Mo Zhaoxie's head, successfully blocking a golden beast claw. Suddenly, the thick cloth wrapped around it was torn apart instantly, revealing the things inside.

It was a wooden sword!

A wooden sword that is exactly the same as Mo Zhaoxie's Demon-loving Sword!

The moment Hu Yi saw the wooden sword, he looked at the fat man in disbelief. His eyes were full of incredible and disbelief. Hu Yi had never seen such a wooden sword. It can also be said that many people have seen such a wooden sword. It was Mo Zhaoxie's Demon-Enjoying Sword, but Hu Yi knew that the one holding the fat man's hand at this time was definitely not the Demon-Enjoying Sword. That means that another supreme evil soldier has been born!

"You are!" Hu Yi looked at the fat man in horror, and even forgot because of his horror that he was still holding onto the wooden sword.

"Get out!" The fat man shouted angrily. No matter how shocked Hu Yi was, he didn't care about Hu Yi's disbelief when he looked at him. What he knew was that he would definitely kill the person in front of him. Just as the fat man shouted angrily, a murderous aura that soared into the sky danced like a storm. In just a moment, the violent murderous aura was actually transforming into an extremely strong ghost aura!

Even under the blue sky and white sun, the ghost energy that cannot be suppressed!

The ghost energy was raging, the sea water rolled up, and the sea beasts in the sea screamed in horror and fled.

"Go to die!" The fat man's eyes became extremely black and white. His eyes were so white that they were scary, and his eyes were terrible. They looked like yin and yang, like life and death! The wooden sword in his hand slashed down at Hu Yi's arm without mercy, and he was about to cut Hu Yi into two.

Hu Yi was shocked and hurriedly dodged. However, the panic at the beginning made him lose his chance. Although his speed flashed through the shocking murderous intent of Mu Jian. However, there was still a bright red blood flying up.

Hu Yi retreated, and a deep blood mark on the palm of his right hand was in his eyes, and the blood flowed continuously. Hu Yi glanced at the injured right hand, and then looked at the fat man who had already faced unrecognizable at this time.

At this time, Shi Potian no longer had the hippie smile before, his fat and clumsy posture. His long black hair danced wildly, like a ghost. He exuded a stream of ghost energy that soared into the sky, shocking and amazing souls. Especially the pair of black and white eyes, it was like a gateway from hell. Even if you just take a look at it, it would make people feel a sense of horror as if you fell into the hell of the infinite.

At this time, the fat man seemed to have left the human being and turned into a complete ghost!

Seeing this, Hu Yi narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who are you?"

"Go to hell." The fat man said without any anger. He took a step forward and came to Hu Yi's side, and then slashed hard with another sword.

Unfortunately, even if the fat man transformed into his current appearance, the wooden sword in his hand could hurt Hu Yi even more. However, Hu Yi could still easily avoid any attack from the fat man's attack without any effort, making it difficult for the fat man to hurt Hu Yi even if he held a magic weapon in his hand.

The fat man was not fast, but the sword in his hand was not slow. Although he blocked Hu Yi with three points before. However, it can also be said that the fat man's sword was already very fast.

While dodging, Hu Yi looked at the fat man carefully. Especially the wooden sword in his hand, Hu Yi was shocked. The severe pain from the palm of his hand still existed, and Hu Yi would not naively think that a person who was only a two-step realm could hurt himself by relying on an ordinary wooden sword.

It's exactly the same as the Demon-loving Sword.

Invincible, even in the hands of a small person who is in a two-step realm.

The ghostly spirit is soaring, stunning.

If you can't guess anything about all of this, then Hu Yi has been practicing in vain over the years. "I didn't expect another supreme evil soldier to be born. Hahaha," said Hu Yi, laughing to the sky, "Very good, today I will kill two evil soldiers and sword masters in a row. Death, don't attack evil sword masters, kill ghost sword master Shi Potian!"

Hu Yi took a step forward and disappeared. Five deep blood marks appeared behind Shi Potian, with blood splashing and blood flowing continuously. When Hu Yi disappeared, the sword in his hand had already struck behind him. Unfortunately, even though the sword in his hand could barely keep up with Hu Yi, he could not capture Hu Yi. At this time, the fat man was like a blind man with peerless skills dancing around, unable to hurt the enemy, and in the end he was either killed by the enemy or died in his own hands.

Because the sword in the fat man's hand is already messed up!

"Fatty!" Mo Zhaoxie shouted.

When the fat man heard Mo Zhaoxie's shouting, he hurried to Mo Zhaoxie's side. Regardless of his own injuries, he held Mo Zhaoxie and shouted anxiously: "Brother, how are you? Don't worry, I will definitely take you away."

Listening to the fat man's care, Mo Zhaoxie felt warm in his heart. He smiled at the fat man, "The two great evil sword masters actually escaped with their tails. Then, we will be laughed to death by others."

Shi Potian wanted to say that we could not defeat him, but he was afraid of hurting Mo Zhaoxie's heart. He moved his mouth, but he didn't say it after all.

Mo Zhaoxie looked at Hu Yi who was parked in the distance with his dark and deep eyes, with cruel ridicule, as if he was intentionally leaving enough time for the two of them to explain their last words. "I just saw it, your speed could barely keep up with him. It was just because you could not capture him, like a blind man with peerless skills. Even if you have peerless skills, you seem powerless because you can't see the enemy. So, what you need now is a pair of eyes!"

"And I, come and be your eyes!" Mo Zhaoxie said firmly as he looked at the fat man.

"Brother, you?" The fat man looked at Mo Zhaoxie with confusion.

"I am the opposite of you, I can see him. However, my body's speed cannot keep up with his speed. I seem to be powerless in the face of his attack. I watch him keep hurting me, but I can't do anything."

"Come on! Let him see the ability of the Lord of the Evil Soldiers!" Mo Zhao said evilly.

"Okay! Pull out his wings to make roasted chicken wings!" Shi Potian said.

Mo Zhaoxie sat cross-legged in the void, and his star eyes slowly closed. A wave of unaware spiritual consciousness spread out instantly, and he relaxed his mind. In an instant, everything within a range of a hundred feet was gathered in Mo Zhaoxie's heart.

Once the spiritual consciousness comes out, there is nowhere to hide!

"Haha," Hu Yi couldn't help laughing when he heard Mo Zhaoxie's words, especially when he saw Mo Zhaoxie pretending. "You said, you can see me. Well, I'll let you see me chop off your head with your own eyes." After that, Hu Yi took a step forward and disappeared.

Just when Hu Yi's figure had not completely disappeared, Mo Zhaoxie spoke, "Three feet and eight inches behind me!"

The sword in the fat man's hand had already moved when Mo Zhaoxie finished speaking. The wooden sword appeared like lightning and illusion where Mo Zhaoxie said. It was just a simple stab, and only a clear sound of flesh and blood being pierced, and the wooden sword easily pierced Hu Yi's palm.

The sudden change even made Hu Yi forget the pain and exclamation. He only saw that when he stretched out his palm, the wooden sword had already appeared there. It was as if he was hitting the wooden sword.

Forgot the pain, no exclamation! There is only the strongest shock in my eyes!

"Go to your uncle!" The fat man succeeded with a blow, and the wooden sword in his hand was shocked. Suddenly, three fingers were easily cut off by the wooden sword.

If Hu Yi hadn't retreated quickly, he would have probably cut off his entire arm by the fat man.

"Your right foot is ten or seven inches!"

The wooden sword moved again, blood flowers flew, and a clear blood mark appeared on Hu Yi's chest. Hu Yi was shocked and retreated again!

"Seven feet and one inch ahead!"

The wooden sword followed closely.

Hu Yi was injured again.

"Twenty-seven or eight inches ahead! Quick!"

The fat man let go of the wooden sword in his hand and threw it out suddenly. The wooden sword seemed like a flash of lightning, and instantly caught up with the escaped Hu Yi.

"Ah!" A shrill scream, the wooden sword silently pierced Hu Yi's shoulder. If Hu Yi hadn't flashed quickly, he would have pierced his heart and died in the first moment.

The wooden sword penetrated through and returned to the fat man's hand.

The figure that Hu Yi flashed and disappeared again. This time Mo Zhaoxie did not speak anymore. Hu Yi's speed was too fast and it had exceeded his perception range.

Everything just happened in an instant, unimaginable fast, so fast that it could not make people breathe. Hu Yi, who was ridiculed just now, had already been injured when he appeared again. Especially a blood hole in his left shoulder, which looked extremely eye-catching.

Mo Zhaoxie seemed to be exhausted, sweating profusely and pale.

The fat man gasped heavily, and his hands holding the ghost-killing sword were trembling constantly.

It seems that although Mo Zhaoxie and Fatty can hurt Hu Yi enough, in that posture, it will also consume a lot of money for the two of them. Not only are they physically, but their minds are also seriously damaged.

However, when the two saw the scars on Hu Yi's body and their own achievements, they still smiled.
Chapter completed!