"If you really say so strongly, why would you be a turtle before Hong Tianchen was in trouble?" Fang Yu punched the Holy Lord in the chest and said sarcastically.

“Wait!”

The Holy Lord's body fell from sudden drops to flying out, and his sternum collapsed, splashing out a large amount of blood.

"So, what you said just now made me very angry." Fang Yu followed again and kicked the Holy Lord's legs apart!

The Holy Lord could no longer make a sound, and his body was extremely tragic.

"How dare you... compare yourself with Lin Batian and Hong Tianchen." Fang Yu clenched his right fist and punched the Holy Lord's abdomen. His pupils were filled with a faint dark red light, and a cold sound.

"In my opinion, this is an insult."

"bass!"

After saying the last word, Fang Yu jumped forward and condensed the Heavenly Dao Sword with his right palm.

"Swoosh!"

The sword blade of the Heavenly Dao shines with a golden light, and the sacred aura is awe-inspiring!

Then, suddenly cut off!

"KaKaKa..."

One sword, but it is like thousands of swords in unison!
Chapter completed!