"Pushing the City." Ye Wuji unexpectedly glanced at the man who claimed to be Xiliu. He knew that it was the most closely guarded prison of the world government.

"Super the Black Daoye." Xiliu spoke again.

"I haven't seen it before." Ye Wuji said coldly.

"You will hand it over." A grim smile appeared on the corner of Xiliu's mouth.

"Just because of you."

"Yes, just rely on me, Yu Zhiliu." Xiliu said as he moved his right hand, countless sword waves came out from his sword and slashed towards Ye Wuji in the air.

Yuzhi Xiliu means that his continuous and endless like rain, and few people can block such an attack.

"I really think I'm afraid of you." The arms of both hands hardened. After blocking the attacks of dozens of sword waves in front, Ye Wuji moved his feet and rushed towards Xiliu. He didn't want to stay in the air and beside Xiliu's original target.

Dangdangdang.

The sound of fists and swords intersecting is endless.

As the two continued to fight, Xiliu's face became solemn. He never expected Ye Wuji's strength to be so powerful, which was seriously inconsistent with his military rank.

With Ye Wuji's current strength, it should be the rank of general.

"What a strange knife, it will turn automatically." Ye Wuji was also very surprised at this time. The knife in Xiliu's hand was too contrary to common sense. Sometimes, even though he was slashing forward, he could turn around halfway. And Ye Wuji could feel that it was not the action that Xiliu did, but the action that the knife did himself.
Chapter completed!