Chapter 515 Warm-Up Is Over

Monroe twisted his neck slightly, making a "crackling" sound, and his muscles swelled up rapidly with this tiny movement.

Monroe reached out with one hand, pulled out a three-meter-long huge ink knife from the void, and slowly placed it on his shoulder.

"Since you don't need to use the fragments of the divine body to plunder my power of law, there is no need for me to hide it all the time."

"Madman, the warm-up is over."

"Come on..."

"Kill with pleasure!"

Twenty fragments of the divine body shot out from behind Monroe and all were attached to the ink knife.

The next second.

Monroe's figure flashed, swooped in front of Fu Hui, and slashed with a knife like a black tide.

Fu Hui flashed at the edge of the ink knife, and his right hand formed a claw to clamp the blade that was turned back, while his left fist swung out and stabbed directly in the face.

Monroe's strength was much greater than Fu Hui had imagined. His right hand was unable to stop the advance of the ink knife and was cut into two pieces from the middle, and his right ear and most of his scalp were also cut off.

The momentum of his left fist was also affected and was easily avoided by Monroe.

Monroe used the dodging action to complete a 360-degree rotation in the air, and at the same time turned his wrist, allowing the ink knife to chop Fu Hui, who was not yet stable.

Fu Hui saw that the attack missed, and instantly dodged three times in a row, barely avoiding the ink knife while pulling away hundreds of meters.

Monroe immediately chased after him. His body was taller than that of an ordinary person, and at this moment it expanded to a height of nearly three meters. Facing the child-sized Fu Hui, a fierce chop directly covered the latter's entire body.

Bang!

A deep crack was cut out of the ground, and in the smoke and dust, the crack continued to spread to the distance, a full few kilometers away.

However, Fu Hui's figure disappeared before the attack, and when he appeared again, he was already behind Monroe.

A flying kick went straight to Monroe's forehead.

Monroe abandoned his knife and easily dodged the attack.

The black knife that lost its owner's control did not lie on the ground obediently, but took the initiative to swing it and cut Fu Hui.

Monroe rushed forward with his black knife, constantly attacking Fu Hui's blind spot.

One man and one knife cooperated tacitly, and Fu Hui had no chance to fight back at all, and could only retreat step by step in the tide-like offensive.

"Is this all you can do?"

"Besides biting people everywhere like a mad dog, is there nothing else you can do?"

"Come on! Let me see your skills!"

Monroe became more and more courageous, and the whole person gradually became excited.

As Monroe pressed step by step, Fu Hui finally revealed a flaw.

After a dodge, he was hit by more than a dozen heavy punches on his face, and his brain was splattered in an instant.

Fu Hui's body was also dismembered into several pieces by the ink knife, and he lost his ability to move.

Monroe opened his palm and took the ink knife into his palm. He had no intention of ending the battle.

The surging power of the law merged into the blade. Monroe took a step forward and flashed in front of the nine fragments of the godhead floating in the air. A force condensed with the power of destruction burst out from the blade.

According to the normal demigod battle, at this stage, Monroe has obviously gained an advantage and should take the opportunity to seize the remaining fragments of Fu Hui's godhead and strive to maximize the benefits.

But at this moment, Monroe didn't dare to think so much. The pressure from this monster was too great.

He just wanted to completely destroy this terrifying monster. He would rather get nothing than to make Fu Hui disappear from this world completely!

Bang!

At the moment when the ink knife fell, an extremely hidden demigod cyclone penetrated Monroe's wrist holding the knife.

The direction of the slash was slightly offset. The fragments of the godhead scattered in the air took advantage of this brief opportunity to quickly disperse and gather in the distance.

Monroe quickly sensed the surroundings and confirmed Fu Hui's position, but before he could make further moves, hundreds of semi-god cyclones had already covered the sky and the earth.

Monroe held the hilt of the knife with both hands and leaped up, intending to dodge the semi-god cyclones while swinging the knife to cut off those that could not be avoided one by one.

However, the imagined scene did not happen.

The semi-god cyclones shot by Fu Hui in the distance were like missiles equipped with automatic positioning. No matter how Monroe dodged, he could accurately hit his body.

More importantly, his hand holding the knife was broken in the first time, and before the ink knife fell to the ground, it was grabbed by Fu Hui who followed closely.

Fu Hui raised the huge ink knife that was completely disproportionate to his body and bit the blade.

Crack! Crack!

The indestructible huge ink knife, under Fu Hui's gnawing, actually broke quickly.

Monroe's body, which was riddled with holes by the demigod cyclones, had adjusted its posture in the air before it was fully repaired, and rushed towards Fu Hui.

There were a total of twenty pieces of divine fragments on his ink knife.

If all of them were eaten by Fu Hui, Monroe would have to withdraw from the competition, and there would be no chance of winning.

While Fu Hui was eating the ink knife in his hand faster, he continuously released more than a dozen demigod cyclones in the direction of Monroe.

He didn't aim at all, it seemed that he could hit the target accurately just by pointing in the general direction.

No matter how Monroe dodged or how he accelerated, those demigod cyclones could find his position.

In the process of repairing his body again and again, Monroe could only watch his ink knife gradually shatter and soon become the food in Fu Hui's stomach.

Just as the balance of victory was tilting towards Fu Hui, something strange happened.

A black shadow rushed out from behind Fu Hui, and with one sword, both arms were cut off.

The Mo Dao, no longer restrained, struggled to fly towards its master.

Lu Changsheng ignored the fleeing Mo Dao, and took the opportunity to entangle Fu Hui tightly.

He had already dealt with the annoying three-headed hellhounds, and had the opportunity to take advantage of the gap between Monroe and Fu Hui's fierce battle to sneak into the palace and seize the authority of the Fiery Sun God of War.

But Lu Changsheng finally did not decide to do so.

The situation of the three people is very special now. If any party dares to touch the authority of the old god, they will immediately become the target of public criticism.

Don't look at the fierce fight between Fu Hui and Monroe now. If he really goes to steal the house, the two will unite in a minute and roast him on the fire.

The best situation is definitely to wait until Monroe and Fu Hui are both injured, and then come out to clean up the mess.

Unfortunately, that stupid big guy Monroe is really useless. Although he is a demigod, he still insists on fighting. If Lu Changsheng doesn't take action, Fu Hui will swallow these twenty fragments of the godhood, which will be even more difficult to deal with.

In just a few seconds, Lu Changsheng made hundreds of slashes, forcing Fu Hui to stand up and fly into the air.

Hundreds of demigod cyclones fell from the sky, like hail, hitting Lu Changsheng.

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