A bunch of cities were destroyed, and everyone changed color.
There are many of them, but their numbers are nothing compared to the four ancestors.
That’s the ancestor!
There was no time to panic or complain.
The cold blades were like sharp edges that illuminated the rivers and streams. Each strike accurately hit the group of monsters in the Hall of Yama, causing screams to be heard.
Han Wu said angrily: "How dare you hide!"
The man in black suit could no longer bear it and immediately reached out to stop him:
"Are you really going to kill me?"
"What else? This is my only chance."
Han Wu didn't hesitate at all, and was so decisive that it made people feel cold.
However, its body is very honest and its attacks never kill.
The man in black suit pointed his palm towards it, signaling to stop attacking, and then pointed to the Hall of Yama behind him.
"How about this, let's have a serious fight. If I win, you help me deal with these little ghosts behind me."
"If I lose, I'll be your little brother for five thousand years. How about that?"
"oh?"
The thought of the man in black suit serving him tea and water and letting him do whatever he wanted made his heart move.
"How do we determine victory or defeat?"
“It’s very simple.”
The man in the black suit brushed off the ice chips on his shoulders and said, "If I can do this, I'll win."
Han Wu frowned, feeling that the man in the black suit exuded some extraordinary aura.
"You just said that today is your chance to kill me, right?"
"Yes, I did."
"Then I just need to make you despair."
“…”
The cold wizard pointed his bone staff, and the Netherworld flame beside him suddenly froze into blocks.
After making sure everything was correct, he raised his head and said, "If you can do it, try it."
clatter--
The man in black formal attire snapped his fingers and said, "General Baidi, let's start the melee now. We will have an extra helper."
Before Han Wu could figure it out, he saw ten... thirty, forty... a hundred more Netherworld flames appearing behind the man in black formal wear!
Each one is only as big as a fist.
The one hundred netherworld flames behind him only occupied a small area.
However, it brought endless pressure to Han Wu.
"You're just being flashy, die!"
The cold witch waved his scepter, and streaks of cold air transformed into dragons and beasts, attacking the men in black suits!
Hundreds of netherworld flames shot out from behind him at the same time, covering a wide area. The cold witch raised his mouth:
"That's nothing. Who can compare with me in area?"
A wall of frosty ice blasted forward, covering nearly thirty rays of Netherworld flames.
With just three ice walls, there would be very little left of these one hundred flames.
Just as it was thinking this, it discovered that the Netherworld Flame that was covered by it seemed to have gained consciousness and all avoided the ice wall at the fastest speed.
To its surprise, none of the fires collided with each other.
"This is... a hundred miniature versions of you?"
Han Wu was a little confused. He was expressionless in his black suit, looking around, and said calmly:
"No, this is my all-purpose move. Which do you think is faster, your ice or my fire?"
As it spoke, hundreds of Netherworld flames ignited behind it, forcing back the catfish spirit that was trying to attack it!
"Is this true? Is this guy so strong?"
The catfish demon's hands were in pain, so he had to cut off his arms to offset the pain of the Netherworld Flame.
Such a powerful ghost was actually suppressed by the cold witch at the beginning?
Not to mention the catfish spirit, no one present could figure it out.
The cold witch was obviously a little panicked. He was hit several times without being able to dodge. The burns all over his body reminded him that he would never win.
"Don't be afraid, the fire is so small, it won't hurt much, and it will be killed by the fire."
The basketball old man didn't take it seriously. He was covered in layers of wooden armor. Jiang Chen punched him, and all the armor disappeared into thin air.
As the basketball old man flew backwards, he was not in a hurry. With a flick of his hand, countless vines enveloped Jiang Chen. In an instant, the source of the basketball old man's loss was absorbed by Jiang Chen.
Although it cannot be completely offset, the consumption is greatly reduced by this back and forth.
The man in blue robe was not afraid of Jiang Chen, and he raised his fist and punched him in the face.
The loud noise forced the old man and Bai Ling'er back several meters.
The white mist wrapped around the blue-robed man's left arm. With a sharp pain, his left arm was torn off on the spot, forcing him to retreat again.
"That guy who's playing with the white mist can't be stopped at all."
The man in blue robe felt annoyed as he looked at his arm which had eight or nine bones already broken.
Jiang Chen's fist can use its skeleton to barely reduce the damage.
But Bai Di, as if using a space ninjutsu, took away its arm and bones on the spot!
It can't be prevented, not at all.
Those weird people in the King of Hell also thought the same.
They are just the background, and in the aftermath, the casualties continue to increase.
"Stop it first! Stop hitting me! Please stop—"
A dark flame fell, and Hei Wuchang, who shouted not to fight anymore, only appeared in a few shots before he was killed.
After hearing what the basketball old man said, Han Wu calmed down and stopped fighting with the flames. He went straight for the enemy general's head and attacked the man in the black suit!
But then, the man in the black suit said with a complicated expression:
"Do you really think these fires can't be bigger and more powerful?"
Han Wu was not frightened. He puffed out his chest and said, "Of course I don't believe it. If you twist my head off, I will believe it."
The flames of stars formed lines around the black dress.
"Actually, I really don't want to."
The next moment.
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