"Ahhh...!!"
Yu Yuanyuan cried out in pain, clutching her shoulder where she had lost her left arm.
His face was deathly pale.
Blood gushed out violently.
"Hey......"
Bai Liao smiled contemptuously, crossed his hands, and this time threw out twelve daggers, which were respectively stuck into twelve large trees and vines nearby, forming an encirclement.
He then quickly formed hand seals.
"Divine Art - Thousand Swift Shadow Silk Blade!"
Soon, the shadows around each dagger rapidly rose and transformed into countless black, thread-like shadow blades, like a giant spider web, quickly converging towards Yu Yuanyuan.
Each shadow blade was incredibly sharp. The shadow silk blades retracted, creating a "whoosh" sound as they cut through the air, instantly severing the leaves in their path!
Yu Yuanyuan can no longer avoid it.
He closed his eyes tightly, his face pale.
However, at that moment, Fang Wu blocked his way.
With his back to the shadowy blades, he held Yu Yuanyuan tightly in his arms.
Yu Yuanyuan was stunned for a moment.
Hua Yingwen and Meng Feifei were both taken aback.
"court death!"
Bai Liao's eyes turned cold: "You're courting death. Since that's the case, then I'll cut you all into pieces!"
His hands were like those of a puppeteer, his ten fingers interlacing and flicking.
"Whoosh—"
"Whoosh—"
"Whoosh—"
Countless shadow blades rapidly contracted.
With several sharp, slicing sounds, the shadow blade threads swiftly cut into Fang Wu's body.
Fine cuts quickly appeared on his skin, and blood gushed out.
Yu Yuanyuan was completely held in his arms and was not hurt.
Bai Liao pulled with his fingers, causing the Shadow Silk Blade to tighten continuously, making a "creaking" sound.
The ends of the twelve daggers stuck in the surrounding tree trunks also hummed.
"!?" Bai Liao's pupils contracted.
Just how tough are Fang Wu's muscles?
His Shadow Silk Blade can cut through even a diamond in an instant!
If an ordinary person were touched by these dozens of instantly contracting shadow blades, they would be instantly torn into countless pieces of flesh.
This guy can actually withstand it with his bare hands?!
"Crunch, crunch..."
Fang Wu gritted his teeth, his muscles tense, and the three shadow blades wrapped around his face had left three intersecting bloody marks on his face, with scarlet blood slowly flowing down the contours of his face.
The divine power of the God of War on his body surface ignited.
The scarlet blood turned into blazing flames, burning and steaming on his body.
His hair and pupils turned dark red, his skin changed from yellow to brownish-red, and his muscles bulged wildly, becoming as hard as rock!
"Drink up—!"
Fang Wu suddenly exerted his strength, and the martial god's divine power burning on his body slowly melted away the shadow silk blades wrapped around him.
The shadow blades made a "sizzling" sound, as if they were melted and broken by the high temperature, and quickly disappeared into the air.
Fang Wu placed Yu Yuanyuan on the ground, then raised his head, his eyes burning with scarlet flames as he stared intently at Bai Liao.
"Thump!!!"
With a stomp of his foot, he launched himself into the air like a cannonball!
"Tch... This is really troublesome!" Bai Liao cursed under his breath, manipulating the Shadow Silk Blades with both hands to retrieve all twelve daggers.
Fang Wu had already leaped in front of him.
A powerful, skyward-reaching punch came straight at you!
Suddenly, a burst of wind from a punch blew past his ear! Bai Liao's body transformed into a shadowy figure, dodging the attack with ghostly speed.
Meanwhile, he manipulated the threads in the shadows.
Twelve daggers flew towards Fang Wu from all sides.
"Ding ding ding!"
However, Fang Wu's body, which was burning with the flames of the Martial God, was like an indestructible rock. All the dagger attacks were deflected back at him!
Fang Wu, having spotted Bai Liao's movements, unleashed another powerful punch.
This time, his fist struck Bai Liao squarely in the chest!
"Bang!!!"
"Click..."
Bai Liao immediately heard the sound of his own sternum shattering!
He endured the excruciating pain without uttering a sound, and his body flew backward rapidly.
Seeing that he could not break through Fang Wu's defense, Bai Liao immediately changed his hand seals and switched to another move.
"Divine Art - Shadow Bind Strike!"
The shadow beneath Fang Wu's feet suddenly began to twist and turn strangely.
Those shadows, like eerie giant hands, quickly climbed up his thighs and bound his body!
"puff......"
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Bai Liao flashed away several times, creating a distance of dozens of meters. He clutched his sunken chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Damn, I underestimated this kid!
Just then, I heard several sharp objects whistling through my ears!
Several spinning playing cards flew towards him!
Bai Liao's eyes sharpened, and he immediately reacted, twisting his body to dodge. Several playing cards flew past his cheeks, leaving two thin, long bloody marks on his face.
Those seemingly thin playing cards were as sharp as spinning chainsaws. After grazing his face, they directly severed the two large trees behind Bai Liao!
Seeing this, Bai Liao did two backflips in quick succession, dodging several playing cards while flicking his wrist to throw three daggers.
Ding!
Ding ding ding!!
Playing cards and a dagger collided in mid-air.
Metal clashed, sparks flew.
Hua Yingwen realized who it was and looked up sharply, calling out, "Brother!"
Hua Lingze's figure finally appeared on the tree trunk above Bai Liao's head amidst countless petals, looking at him with an elegant smile.
Bai Liao looked up and gave him a cold glance.
However, he knew the danger was not over yet!
Two different sword energies attacked him simultaneously from his left and right sides!
Bai Liao gritted his teeth and instinctively flipped his dagger to block the sword from his left.
The sword on the left was thrust by Truman!
Truman moved with agility, his sword flashing like lightning, thrusting and parrying repeatedly. In the blink of an eye, his longsword conjured more than a dozen sword shadows, forcing White Fang to frantically defend himself with his dagger.
Bai Liao had taken a punch from Fang Wu in the chest, and his movements were now noticeably slower.
But Truman did not press his advantage; instead, he drew his sword and retreated.
Because he was just luring the enemy!
At this moment, Mu Xun on the right had already seized the opportunity.
His attack was exceptionally fierce, his eyes as calm as an ancient well, and the bronze longsword in his hand drew a streak of light as it pierced towards Bai Liao's chest!
"A drop in the ocean!"
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