Before the sound arrived, the sword energy appeared first.

With a soft slur.

What appeared to be just a simple sword aura sliced ​​off a section of the Flesh Wing Cultist's wing!

This was only because he dodged in time; otherwise, that sword light would have been enough to slice off his wings!

Faced with this scene, the Flesh Wing Cult members were astonished, but their actions were swift.

Suddenly, he flapped his wings, and dense purple blood splattered from his injured wings, clearly indicating a problem.

Shangwu held the sword in one hand in front of him, his energy gathering at the tip of the sword, and thrust it straight forward!

A sword cry resounded through the sky, and countless sword energies seemed to materialize at this moment, forming a giant sword that shattered the dense blood droplets.

Not a single drop could fall on Shangwu.

Sizzle sizzle...

Purple blood splattered on the wall, emitting wisps of white smoke and corroding the wall.

Shangwu was not drawn to the attention, but instead twirled his sword to the side.

The seemingly simple sword flourish suddenly burst forth with dense sword energy.

The sickle cultist who had just arrived next to Shangwu was instantly covered in more than a dozen small wounds, forcing him to retreat.

The two believers' expressions turned serious, clearly realizing how troublesome Shangwu was.

At this moment, Chenyu approached Shangwu with a complicated expression, feeling that he was somewhat superfluous.

“Support that sickle cultist.”

Shangwu spoke up: "I'll take care of the other one first."

"good."

Chen Yu gripped the large ring-bladed sword and fired at the scythe cultist.

"Hold him down, I'll kill this one first."

The believers shared the same idea as the martial spirit, and at this moment they also charged forward one-on-one.

The Flesh Wing Cult member looked solemn and warned Shang Wu, who appeared before him, "Kid, this is a matter for the Creation Cult. I advise you not to get involved."

Shangwu didn't waste any words with him. He brandished his longsword, and in an instant, it seemed as if countless figures were simultaneously attacking the Flesh Wing Cultist.

It made him momentarily dazed, as if he really saw a lot of people.

Pfft…

The pain in his wings pulled him back to reality, and he became angry.

"Come!"

Bang!

With a flap of his fleshy wings, the air exploded, and his swollen, frog-like hands fell directly towards Shangwu.

As it fell, the white longsword continued to glide, neatly severing his hand.

This scene, however, brought a look of joy to the believer, because at such close range, there was no way the other party could avoid his highly poisonous blood!

Sizzle sizzle...

The longsword, like a sprite, glided through a graceful arc and landed directly in Shangwu's hand.

He was not prepared to engage in close combat with the cultists at all!

"call…"

Shang Wu exhaled a puff of white mist, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

The next second, the white longsword slowly slid across his body, leaving behind afterimages.

"go."

As the sword finger fell, the six illusory figures that split off were as solid as physical objects, leaving several streaks of white light in the air, and instantly appeared beside the Flesh Wing Cultist.

"What's this?!"

The cultist's fleshy wings flapped against the phantom and passed right through it.

Conversely, the phantom that glides over him leaves deep wounds.

The strange situation made his voice sound a little panicked.

Shangwu did not answer him, but instead controlled the phantom to continuously chase after the fleeing cultists, as if a pursuit battle was being staged.

The white light flashed intermittently. Although the cultists used their fleshy wings to dodge the white light, they were ultimately no match for the many hands and were always cut by the sword shadows.

Another afterimage grazed past his face. Before he could even feel relieved that he had dodged it, four afterimages from all four directions landed simultaneously.

Along with that came a burst of sword light from not far away, blocking his last escape route!

Damn it!

The flesh-winged cultist had no choice but to curl up, hugging his legs, his fleshy wings enveloping him like a ball.

Puff puff...

After a few sounds, two pairs of wings turned into blood clots and fell from the sky. The face of the Flesh Wing Cultist was also pale as he stared blankly at Shang Wu standing in the void.

"fall."

With Shang Wu's calm gaze, the white phantom gradually solidified and plummeted from the sky!

Bang…

The cultist fell and crashed to the ground, his body riddled with four or five more holes.

It was fortunate that the earlier roar caused the surrounding civilians to quickly disperse, otherwise the blood poison in his body would probably have caused many casualties.

Shangwu glanced at the figures on the tall buildings.

As expected of the Eleventh District, which reveres martial arts, even though things have changed drastically, there are still many people who are not afraid of danger to watch the show.

"die!"

With a loud shout, the scythe cultist deflected Chen Yu's large ring sword, exposing a huge opening in his chest.

The cultist, whose hands had transformed into scythes, was still able to free up a scythe and send it toward Chen Yu's chest.

Chen Yu's pupils contracted; it was too late to dodge!

The hint of despair in his eyes confirmed that he had absolutely no way to delay any longer.

bass!

The sound of a sword ringing out rang out, and Chenyu and the followers seemed to see a long sword enter their field of vision.

But upon closer inspection, it turns out that the sword of martial prowess was pointing at the tip of the sickle!

"How is that possible!"

The sickle cultist's expression changed drastically, and when he turned around, he could only see the corpse of the flesh-winged cultist.

"Cloning yourself is a big no-no."

Shang Wu's cold voice rang out, accompanied by a seemingly ordinary horizontal slash.

But the scythe cultists were quick, immediately raising their hands, which had transformed into scythes, to block in front of them.

The expected clanging of metal did not occur.

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