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Chapter 397: The Cursed Seal of the Two Angels at the End!(2/2)

There is no way out.

Try it.

Maybe--

There is really hope

She pressed her hand on the summoning array.

All of a sudden, outside

Wu Xiaode, who was fighting, sensed it.

Lines of small words in ice crystals also appeared on the Book of the Dead:

"Explanation: With the will of blood and spirit, immediately summon your chosen target, causing it to appear in peak condition and fight for you.

Wu Xiaode narrowed his eyes.

This Xion has indeed experienced hundreds of battles, is sinister and vicious, has endless methods, and has various combat strategies.

Don't even think about deceiving him.

He only believes the truth.

So I have a few things here--

First, after three minutes, the final fluctuation will really disappear.

Secondly, I am indeed young and my soul power level is not high.

Third, the fighting method inherited by the Human Emperor is actually close combat. If you want to fight him, you can only stand a chance if you fight close to him.

All three things are true.

But.

I still have a trump card.

Surrounded by death.

Boom--

Xiang hit Wu Xiaode in the chest again, until seven or eight bloody shadows appeared on his back.

Xion roared angrily and hit Wu Xiaode's head hard with both fists.

All of a sudden.

A bronze arm suddenly appeared in the void, glowing with gray flames, holding his fists.

Xion was stunned for a moment.

This is unreasonable!

He has no soul power anymore, how can he still block my Eight Hundred Years of Heroes Fist Style!

boom--

In the blood mist from all directions, countless bronze hands quietly appeared.

When the first punch hit Xion, he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood shadow flew up from his body and disappeared into the air.

Xion yelled.

Then he was speechless.

Like a terrifying war machine, like a completely awakened giant beast--

Hundreds of bronze hands clenched into fists with gray flames, and struck Xion like a gust of wind.

Darkness. Netherworld Cave Heaven. Sealing Hand!

Wu Xiaode wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stared at Xiang closely and said:

"Even if you have eight hundred years of heroes in your body, I can kill them all with just one punch, and in the end it will be your life.',

--Heaven, Earth and Human Emperor Fist. Tianruo!

This is an endless punch that is irresistible and can hit the opponent until the opponent is exhausted.

But this move needs to meet a prerequisite--

The enemy is exposed or defenseless.

Wu Xiaode had been laying the groundwork for so long just to make Xion give up his defense completely, and then he threw this punch.

Qianbaiji's human emperor Tianruo punched Xiang with the power of darkness, back and forth.

A few breaths have passed.

His body fell far away on the other end of the square, making a muffled sound.

Lines of small words in ice crystals appeared in the void:

"You have completed the mission of the undead.

"You have obtained the last power of the resentful spirit, and you can now start to improve your Nether Cave and Dark Power.

The wall of hope quietly appeared in front of Wu Xiaode.

On the bottom of the Sea of ​​Death, all the resentful spirits trapped by shackles were looking towards him.

One of the leading resentful spirits said:
Chapter completed!
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