Chapter 1689
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Therefore, without Feng Wu as a target, the attack landed on the black wall of death!
The Black Wall of Death was related to his bloodline.
It was as if Seve had punched himself in the face!
Rumble —
The wall collapsed, and Seven spat out a mouthful of blood from the backlash.
If he hadn't used the black sword to support himself at that critical moment, he would have fallen to his knees by now.
"How can this be?!"
Sefiro stared at the scene in disbelief.
"How can this be?!"
Sefiro ran up to Seven and stared down at him. "Are you an idiot?! You're a Spiritual Lord! You're a whole stage higher than Feng Wu! You could have killed her with one strike! But in the end, she actually escaped. Tell me, are you a pig?! "
Seven was already angry enough, and after hearing Sefiro's disdain, he was even more furious. He couldn't hold it in anymore and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The blood covered Sefiro's face and hair.
"Ahhhh —"
Sefiro's hair, face, and dress were all covered in blood. Furious, she stomped her foot and threatened, "I'm going to tell my brother that you're worse than an idiot!"
Seven's face turned livid and he trembled uncontrollably.
Sefiro stared at Seven. "Didn't you always say that your wall was invincible? Didn't you always say that as long as you enter your black wall of death, no one can escape? "
Sefiro smirked. "But look at it now. Feng Wu is a whole stage lower than you! If she could escape from your Black Wall of Death, then what use is your Black Wall of Death? Aren't you ashamed of yourself?! "
Seven stared at Sefiro with bloodthirsty eyes.
Seve looked at the shattered pieces of the Black Wall of Death and her heart was bleeding.
He finally knew how Feng Wu had gotten away from the wall.
She wasn't just trying to run away. Every time she flashed, she had a purpose.
She had calculated her position every time.
Every time his sword fell, it was all calculated by her!
Thus, after six sword strikes, cracks appeared on the Death's Black Wall. Although the cracks looked no different from before, as the owner of the Death's Black Wall, how could he not know that the cracks still existed?
These six slashes didn't seem obvious at first, but when the last stroke was completed, it turned into a hexagonal star!
Feng Wu was indeed a formation master. She had used the Hexagram Formation to escape without anyone noticing.
Thinking of this, Seve wished she could slap herself to death.
This was equivalent to him personally carving out an escape route for the other party.
No wonder Sefiro called him a pig. He had to admit that he was as stupid as a pig.
No, even pigs aren't as stupid as him.
Seeing that he was bewildered, Sefiro bellowed, "Why are you glaring at me? Go after Feng Wu if you want to refute me! Bring me her head and I'll kowtow to you and apologize to you! "
Seve didn't say anything. He forcibly suppressed the surging Qi and blood in his chest, stood up, and walked forward quickly.
The black sword was propped up on the ground, leaving a long mark on the ground.
Seven didn't seem to be walking very fast, but he covered dozens of meters with each step.
He was indeed a Spiritual Lord!
Would Feng Wu be able to escape?
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