"I thought you had already escaped, and I was just thinking it was interesting and planning to play a hunting game with you."

Satan grinned.

He stood in the middle of the long street, with Wu Xiaode in front and Xia Yu behind.

The fog surrounds surging like smoke.

But Satan didn't care.

He moved his body gently and whispered: "There should be another me in this world, but now you are fighting me, that is, you have done him?"

"He has his business, and you have to drag your decisive battle backwards - let me win first." Wu Xiaode said.

Satan was silent for a moment and suddenly applauded:

"Although it's a trick, it's worth a little applause - because after you say that, I have to consider whether I have the strength to deal with another me after fighting with you."

"Or do you want to escape? But there is no chance." Wu Xiaode made a gesture.

Xia Yu smiled gently, stretched out her little hand and pressed it across the air.

A wisp of current emanated from her hands and instantly enveloped the entire street.

Space disorder!

From now on, no one can use the art of space to escape from the current world!

However, Satan just glanced lightly, then withdrew his eyes and said slowly:

"Continuously locking this space requires continuous release of a large amount of soul power. If you lock me here, you will be the only one who fights me next--"

There was a little more sarcastic look in his eyes:

"Do you really think that with your little ability, you can defeat me?"

"No wonder you went to hell back then." Wu Xiaode sneered.

"Oh? What are your opinions?" Satan asked.

"The world changes very quickly, but you are still looking at problems from the perspective of the past - arrogance will bring you bitter fruit." Wu Xiaode said.

Two bronze demons stood behind him.

A spirit attached to him.

And Ying Yuandao, which constantly injects soul power.

pity--

Satan cannot see them.

He listened quietly to Wu Xiaode's words and his face turned gloomy.

“Very strange.”

"You left the City of Holy Names and I chased after you, but you said that I looked at the problem from the perspective of the past, and I have reason to think you are a psychopath-but none of that matters anymore."

"You will die in my hands now, and then your soul will be absorbed by me, absorbing everything in it, including your power of death."

As soon as the words fell.

Satan suddenly disappeared from the spot.

So fast!

Wu Xiaode's pupils shrank suddenly, and his hands immediately waved afterimages.

Satan then appeared before him, fighting with him head-on with his fists against his fists, with his palms against his palms.

After a series of crackling sounds, Satan retreated several meters.

The murderous aura on his body has already risen:

"The human race's iron-line fist? It's too old and old. I'll see that I broke your fist, peeled your hands and feet, removed your bones, and told you what fist is."

Before Wu Xiaode could speak, the old voice sounded in his heart:

"What a big tone. A mere bird man with wings, who had no money to pay the rent and was driven out of heaven. How dare you say you want to break my fist?"

This tone is full of strong murderous intent.

"Xiao Wu, let me play for a while?" Zu Ling sneered.

What else can Wu Xiaode say?

This man was offended!

"Okay, senior; please, senior." He said respectfully.

The next moment.

"I don't even bother to learn your boxing skills!"

Satan roared, kicked his feet and rushed up again.

Wu Xiaode's aura suddenly changed, he set off his fist stance on the spot and sneered:

"Grandpa who has a hairy beast behind him, today I will teach you a iron fist."

The two suddenly met.

Wu Xiaode suddenly raised his anger and roared: "Kill!"

The sound was like a thunderbolt explosion, and huge sound waves burst out from his mouth, shattering all the glass on both sides of the street.

The sound waves were mixed with shock waves like invisible huge waves and spread in all directions.

“Um…”

Xia Yu frowned, changed his hands with one hand, and continued to maintain the blockade of space.

A thread of blood flowed out of the corner of her mouth.

She was injured by this shock hundreds of meters apart, let alone Satan in the field!

He kept his fist stern and stood still, trying hard to recover from the huge sonic damage.

Unfortunately, he only had 40 soul power and could not wake up for a moment.

Wu Xiaode rolled up his sleeves leisurely and said slowly:

"There are six kinds of strength methods in the whole set of iron wire fists, namely, rush, swing, crush, hit, and the final iron hand blocking the river."

He stood there, and his whole body made a crackling sound of muscles and bones. His whole body continued to rise, and his arms were full of blue veins that were twisted like snakes.

"It only takes one move to kill you."

While speaking, he closed his eyes, clenched his hands into fists, stacked them together, and placed them in front of Satan's eyes, and then stopped moving.

The world is silent.

Satan trembled all over and tried hard to recover from the sound wave attack just now.

Time passes slowly.

finally--

"you……"

Satan exhaled and shook his whole body, and finally controlled his body again.

Almost the same moment.

Wu Xiaode's fist hit Satan's head.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound.

Satan's entire head turned into a black shadow and was instantly knocked out, and it was still in the air and turned into a bloody rain.

The only headless corpse was standing still.

"Aren't you going to break my iron fist? How do you break this punch?" Wu Xiaode said coldly.

He seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly he stretched out and jumped seven or eight meters behind.

I saw that at some point, Satan's headless body raised his hands and pinched a seal.

His voice sounded from his stomach:

"I underestimated your boxing skills. In order to apologize, I will let you die in the endless pain of hell."

A round of darkness emanated from the hands of the headless corpse, covering the entire block.

Xia Yu was knocked away as if she was electrocuted.

The darkness continues to spread, erode and spread in all directions.

"The Art of the World·Thirteenth Level Hell."

The headless corpse waved his hand and condensed a ball of light from the darkness, turned into a head again, and placed it on his neck.

Satan recovered as if he had never been hurt.
To be continued...