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Chapter 39 The Power of the Underworld

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    Tang Yu twisted his body and groaned in pain.  Xuanyuan tightened his arms and kept calling its name.  The flickering halo on the cat demon's chest gradually brightened, and the brighter it was, the more painful it was for Tang Yu.  Xuanyuan also noticed this, he unbuttoned his shirt, and the palm print on his chest jumped into his eyes.

    'What kind of spell is this, and how can it be cracked.  ¡¯ Xuanyuan looked at Chonghua, ¡®Only he¡­¡¯

    Xuanyuan touched the wound he had healed up, slowly propped himself up, brought the Xuanyuan sword, swish!  Pull it out of the scabbard, pointing at the Demon Race of the Underworld.  ¡®You should still have the strengthdo you still have the strength to take him down?  '

    "Tsk tsk. I want to stand up for him!" Chonghua still smiled evilly, then looked at his palm, and said calmly, "Unfortunately, you don't have that ability yet."

    "Then have to try!" Xuanyuan said, raising his sword and stabbing.

    Chonghua looked at Jianfeng galloping, lowered his eyelids, and sighed softly, "Oh, it's really far away."

    The tip of the sword pierced Chonghua's chest and passed through, without the real sense of piercing into the flesh, Xuanyuan frowned.  The body dissipated with a sound, but it was just an image.

    "Hey! The sword technique is good!" A teasing voice sounded from behind, and before Xuanyuan could turn his head, he slapped his palm directly on the back of the heart, "Cough!" Blood spurted from his throat, and he flew out of the tent  .

    "Cough, cough." Xuanyuan clutched his heart, even gasping for breath, the pain pierced his heart, even the knife wound that healed up a little yesterday was broken again by the strong palm just now, and the blood reddened the bandaged cloth.

    Chonghua strolled out leisurely, saw Xuanyuan who was lying on the ground, and sneered mercilessly: "Hmph! The leader of Xuanyuan City, the master of Taiyu Sword, is so incompetent. King of Man, just look away!"  Take a look."

    Taiyu Sword!  This is the original name of Xuanyuanjian.  Xuanyuan looked at the divine weapon in his hand, and thought of the oath-like words he had said in front of the king of men.  He still wants to lead his people and even the world to the right way, so how can he fall down here.  How can a person who is determined to do a big business fail to protect even those close to him.  How can you call a demon to look down on it!  Xuanyuan's eyes became brighter, and he tried hard to stand up.

    Chonghua saw it, and there was a flash of admiration on his face, but his words were still full of ridicule, "It's a bit of a backbone. It's a pity that you don't have much time, so you should use all your skills. If  It can make me happy, but it can give you a good time."

    "Hoo, hoo" Xuanyuan adjusted his breath and observed Chonghua.  This demon of Huangquan Dao stood gracefully less than 10 steps away from him, habitually looking at his palm, with a smile on his face, as if he didn't take Xuanyuan seriously.  His standing posture is calm and unhurried, and no one can find any flaws.

    Xuanyuan held the sword flat in front of his chest, pressed one hand on the blade, and began to stimulate the strength of his whole body.  The blade of Xuanyuan Sword emitted a dazzling golden light, and some patterns emerged, spinning around the blade continuously.  Those are gossip graphics.  Seeing this, Chonghua's eyes changed slightly, as if nostalgic, as if reminiscing, "Not bad, I also comprehended this." There was no longer any mockery in the words.

    "Here we come." Xuanyuan raised his sword above his head, the gossip patterns spread out, and flew towards Chonghua together.  Chonghua squinted his eyes, paying attention to Xuanyuan's attack for the first time.  He spread his arms by his sides and began to generate power.  In an instant, dark black gas enveloped his whole body, his pupils shone with a purple-blue brilliance, and because of the continuous stimulation, even his long black hair fluttered.

    The figure of gossip revolved around Chonghua, and the golden light danced, but it couldn't penetrate his aura, and could only float around.  Slowly, the dark aura became stronger and stronger, spreading beyond the surrounding figures, wrapping those golden rays of light, causing them to disappear into the darkness.

    Having broken Xuanyuan's moves, Chonghua took a deep breath, half-closed his eyelids, and then slowly opened them again, his eyes were sharp, and the target was the man holding the sword in front.  'Is there any more'

    Xuanyuan looked at Chonghua with helpless eyes, he had already cracked his own moves.  Panting heavily, the hand holding the sword slowly fell, letting the sword hit the ground with a crisp sound, lowering his head, he had no more strength.  The strength of this demon race far exceeded his imagination.  'Hey, is it still not good'

    "Hmph!" Seeing Xuanyuan's exhaustion, Chonghua made a nasal sound with dissatisfaction, and then returned to his elegant standing posture, looked at his palm, "It seems that the skill stops here." Then he turned towards Xuanyuan  Slowly approaching.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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