Chapter 641 The Breath of Evil

"A lot of flowers."

Xue Wu realized that he might not be able to win over Xia Fukun with his words, so he turned his attention to Hua Duoduo.

"When I kicked you out of Blood Shadow City, did you feel that you had found a backer now?"

Xue Wu sneered. No matter what, he wanted to get this place back. Since Xia Fukun couldn't get it back, he would get it back from Hua Duoduo!

He felt that Hua Duoduo, a lowly person like him, must have been suppressed by his own momentum.

But……

Hua Duoduo was fascinated at that time.

This blood is nothing but the realm of the Underworld Emperor!

Although he himself is at the level of a Hades Warrior, his eldest brother! Xia Fukun, isn’t that an existence in the realm of the Underworld Lord? And Xia Fukun is still with him right now! To say that Xia Fukun was not by his side, maybe he was timid because of it, but why did this bully still bully him in front of his elder brother?

At that time, Hua Duoduo sneered:

"You are so awesome in the realm of the Underworld Emperor!"

Xuewu: "???"

He originally thought that Hua Duoduo would kowtow to him and apologize. After all, Hua Duoduo was not like Xia Fukun. He was wearing yellow clothes, so he was really at the level of a yellow-clad underworld warrior.

but……

How dare Hua Duoduo, a warrior in yellow clothes, dare to attack him?

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

"If the tiger doesn't show off its power, you all treat me like a sick cat? How dare you, a Hell Warrior, to yell at me?"

Xue Wu couldn't bear it anymore.

He roared hoarsely.

Behind him, a huge black and white sword cut through the void, and behind him, it kept trembling. The moment the black and white giant sword appeared, the whole world changed color.

This is his Netherworld Sword...

Although Xia Fukun had broken it once before, he had used his own essence and blood to nourish the sword over the past hundred years. At this moment, the Netherworld Sword was completely different from before.

If the previous Nether Sword could not break Xia Fukun's defense, then Xue Wu believed that this time, his Nether Sword would be able to penetrate Xia Fukun's defense!

Completely trample on Xia Fukun's proud dignity!

"You...Ming..."

"Snapped!"

The words "Netherworld Sword" were not shouted out. A fiery red slap mark appeared on Xue Wu's face, and then his whole body was knocked to the ground again like a cannonball.

And where his body used to be, Xia Fukun was turning his wrist.

"Why can't you understand?"

"Didn't I tell you not to shout out moves? Are you saying it silently in your mind or something?"

"hateful!"

Xue Wuji got up from the ground, his eyes were already covered with bloodshot eyes. He originally wanted to defeat Xia Fukun, but now, it seems that his dignity was knocked down to the ground by Xia Fukun again and again!

"Netherworld..."

Xue Wu stared at Xia Fukun in the sky, just about to use the Nether Sword.

I saw Xia Fukun frowning.

Then, another big mouth slapped him in his direction.

"You're done, aren't you?!"

"If you are a man, just take my sword!"

Xue Wu originally thought that with his own strength, it would be very easy to kill Xia Fukun. However, the power Xia Fukun showed now made him a little confused.

Of course, he didn't fully use all his power. After all, the Underworld Martial Arts Ceremony is about to begin, and no one would reveal all their secrets at this time!

However, Xue Wu found that he seemed to have no way to win against Xia Fukun if he didn't reveal this secret? ? ?

After hearing Xue Wu's words, the corner of Xia Fukun's mouth twitched.

"Is it difficult to bear this sword of yours?"

Xue Wu sneered:

"Nonsense, aren't you very proud? If you are really that proud, try my sword!"

After Xue Wu said this, he saw that Xia Fukun had really stopped moving, as if he was thinking about something on the spot.

At that moment, he formed a seal with his hands and quickly prepared to use the Nether Sword.

It's also this time...

He was shocked to find out.

Xia Fukun, who was still there, suddenly flashed and appeared in front of the huge Netherworld Sword.

"Is it strong?"

Xia Fukun scratched his head, then became angry.

"drink!"

Drink softly.

One punch, swing out...

There is no bonus given to this punch.

but……

It was this punch that was thrown.

The originally trembling Netherworld Sword suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards...

On the sword body.

"Click..."

A tiny crack appeared.

After this crack appeared, it quickly caused a chain reaction.

With this crack as the center, more and more cracks are spreading in all directions around it.

"Bang——"

In the blink of an eye, Xue Wu hadn't even used this Netherworld Sword, which was a hundred feet in size. He just saw the cracks on it, and then heard bursts of "kakaka" sounds coming from the sword. at last--

It completely turned into crystal and disappeared...

Between this whole world...

"puff--"

This Netherworld Sword was raised with Xue Wu’s essence and blood. The Nether Sword was destroyed at this moment, and Xue Wu's body also suffered a backlash.

A mouthful of blood spurted out directly.

"Xue...Has the Lord of Xuewu City been defeated?"

All the underworld people watching the show were dumbfounded.

It is said that this Bloodless City Lord has already broken through to the realm of the Underworld Emperor!

However, even so, the Bloodless City Lord was still defeated by the white-clothed dark warrior.

Oh my God!

How strong is that white-robed underworld warrior? ! But, isn’t this the white-clad underworld warrior at the bottom of the underworld?

At this moment, a hundred thousand whys appeared in the minds of all the unsuspecting underworld people at the scene.

"Xia... Fu... Kun!"

After Xue Wu spurted out a mouthful of blood, he looked into Xia Fukun's eyes as if there were flames rising.

It was also at this moment that the space around his body began to tremble faintly.

"I want……"

"Kill you!"

His eyes were narrowed into a slit, but in that slit, there was infinite cold light coming out.

Xue Wu had his Nether Sword destroyed by Xia Fukun, and his entire body had reached the peak of his rage. He... couldn't bear it anymore.

If it weren't for Xia Fukun's defeat a hundred years ago, he would not have reached the realm of the Underworld Emperor.

But just the same.

If Xia Fukun, a little white-clothed underworld warrior, hadn't defeated him and shattered his poor self-esteem, then maybe his achievements would go beyond the realm of the underworld emperor.

"I don't want any rules or irregularities."

"I'm going to tear you apart now."

Na Xue Wu licked his lips.

On his body, a sinister force appeared.

The surrounding ground has sunk deeply.

And looking at the arrogant Xue Wu in front of him.

Xia Fukun's brows also frowned slightly.

This evil breath...