Chapter 470 Demon Lord Huangquan

"Kid you never think about me? Hearing Pluto say that you are in trouble, I will come and see if I can help you. A familiar voice came from Huangfu Yuran's ear, and then a man in a purple robe appeared in front of Huangfu Yuran.

After the man appeared, he hummed: "Be presumptuous, get out of here!" With a gentle brush of his sleeves, a strong wind swept towards Lu Mingyu.

Huangfu Yuran saw that the eyes of the people came lit up and said, "Ah! You're not dead yet!"

Several black lines immediately appeared on the man's face, and he turned around and stared at Huangfu Yuran and said fiercely, "What? Boy, do you really want me to die?"

"No... Some time ago, Pluto said that you went to the bottomless pit of the bitter sea. I thought you would not come back, which made me sad for a long time!" Huangfu Yuran deliberately put on an innocent look.

The man rolled his eyes, couldn't stand Huangfu Yuran's aggrieved face, and said, "That's right, how can that small place trap me!" Except for the trapped dragon array in the fairyland, there is no place in the world that can keep me!"

"So... what's going on in the underworld? You seem to be trapped in the underworld... Well...when I didn't say it!" Huangfu Yuran asked curiously while looking at Huang Quan's face and seeing the signs of Huang Quan's a little angry, he immediately changed his words.

Huang Quan's face was slightly cold, and he shook his head gently and said, "I stayed in the underworld because of the fetters of my heart and the bet with Pluto. Although I am a demon, I also know how to keep the promise. Secondly, I'm guarding a person, yes, guarding the next demon!"

Huang Quan did not say clearly, but Huangfu Yuran knew that the next demon Lord Huang Quan said was himself, and even the magic knife refined for hundreds of years was given to him. Huangfu Yuran looked at Huang Quan gratefully and asked, "So you mean that you can leave the underworld at any time, as long as you want?"

"That's natural... huh?" Huang Quan, who was about to say something, said doubtfully, turned around and patted it out. Originally, Huang Quan thought that the power of the sleeve was enough for people to repel far away in the future. He never thought that under the impact of the strong wind, Lu Mingyu only took a few steps back.

In the case that Huangquan and Huangfu Yuran ignored themselves, Lu Mingyu calmed down instead. Huangquan's cultivation could not be seen through by himself, but it would not be ridiculously high. So Lu Mingyu rushed to Huangquan with his sword after several considerations.

Huang Quan's cultivation was so deep that he didn't pay attention to Lu Mingyu at all. He raised his hand and patted it out. And it was this inadvertent mistake that Huangfu Yuran couldn't help sweating coldly.

Lu Mingyu's long sword pierced Huang Quan's palm like a poisonous snake and stabbed directly into Huang Quan's palm. Huang Quan didn't expect Lu Mingyu's sword to be so tricky. He gently flipped his wrist and clamped the tip of Lu Mingyu's sword with two fingers.

Huang Quan hummed and said, "It seems that hundreds of years have passed, and the Ghost Island has not grown at all. I really feel sad for the cultivation world." After saying that, his wrist shook, and a huge Zhenyuan pushed Lu Mingyu out in an instant.

Turning his head and said to Huangfu Yuran, "Is the difficulty you talking about this ghost island? Just leave it to me. Just get rid of those little guys. It seems that Huang Quan was also made angry by Lu Mingyu, and a murderous breath gushed out of Huang Quan.

Huangfu Yuran couldn't wait for Huang Quan to speak first. He nodded excitedly and turned around to leave, but was stopped by Huang Quan: "Wait, you'd better watch here. I'll show you what the real demon is! By the way, give me a knife."

Huangfu Yuran stretched out his hand and handed out the soul-killing knife. Huang Quan reached out and patted the soul-killing knife handed over by Huangfu Yuran and said, "How can you use a cow knife to kill pigs? Do you have an ordinary knife? This soul-stricking knife is too magical to be used more!"

Huangfu Yuran squeaked absent-mindedly, turned his hand and took out an ordinary-looking knife and handed it to Huang Quan and said, "This is the worst knife here, the inferior treasure embroidery knife."

Huang Quan reached out and took it for a while, shook his head and nodded and said, "Well, a woman's knife, but it's okay. Boy, watch my knife moves, and my movements are very fast!" Huang Quan wanted Pope Fu Yuran's knife method, but he didn't know what to say.

Huangfu Yuran naturally understood the meaning of Huangquan and nodded and focused all his attention on Huangquan. This opportunity is rare. Huang Quan regarded himself very highly, and the magic attack was also inadvertently passed on to himself before he was appreciated. Now that there is a chance to get personal instruction from Huang Quan, Huangfu Yuran will be happy.

"Ky, don't be distracted, take a closer look!" Huang Quan shouted coldly, and a slightly wrong person under his feet has floated out. This body method alone is now beyond Huangfu Yuran's reach. Huangquan swept away, and saw a purple knife light appeared on both sides of Huangquan's body, which was slightly faster than Huangquan.

Lu Mingyu couldn't see through Huang Quan's cultivation, but he just shocked himself and made Lu Mingyu feel numb, knowing that this person was not a good stubble. When Huangquan rushed up, his body also floated away from the void on the ground and floated a few inches high on the ground. The body swaying with the wind floats and is unpredictable.

Huang Quan did not stop, but nodded with admiration. After two knives rushed away, he waved a sweeping knife in front of him. Even if Lu Mingyu can avoid the two knives, the knife in the middle can't be easily avoided, and the speed of the last one is obviously much faster than the first two knives.

In just a moment, Huang Quan has rushed to Lu Mingyu with three knives. Lu Mingyu just shook his body gently, and two purple knives passed by Lu Mingyu. However, in the face of the sweeping knife gas, Lu Mingyu did not think of any good way to avoid it. His body floated back and followed him closely a few inches in front of him.

After a long time, I found that I couldn't get rid of this knife gas, and suddenly stopped and my body trembled and decomposed. The last knife gas also passed through the decomposed debris with a roaring wind and disappeared in the distance.

Huang Quan looked down at the dead bones scattered on the ground, squeezed his lips and smiled, "The body of Ghost Island is still the same. It was like this a hundred years ago, and now it's just like this." After saying that, he waved a knife diagonally to the ground, and the man also took care of the force of the recoil rising into the air, a perfect backflip in the air, and then turned around and cut it down to the ground with another knife, and then slowly drifted down.

Huangfu Yuran doesn't quite understand the reason why Huang Quan did this. Why did he wave that knife to the ground? Isn't it a waste of Zhenyuan? But what happened next will not make Huangfu Yuran think so. Huang Quan must have his own reasons for doing so.

The knife light waved by Huang Quan to the ground did not bombard the ground, but magically stopped when approaching the ground, and then turned to the ground directly below Huang Quan. The knife cut by Huangquan from mid-air is also facing this location. If someone appears in this place, they will face attacks in both directions at the same time. In addition, there is Huangquan that is slowly falling down.

Thinking about this, I saw a few fluorescent dots fused directly below Huangquan, but Lu Mingyu appeared in that extremely dangerous place at this time.

Huangfu Yuran understood the intention of Huang Quan's move. On the one thing, he could pursue Lu Mingyu, and on the other, he could prevent Lu Mingyu from attacking himself from the bottom up.

After Lu Mingyu appeared, his body became uncertain and flashed out to one side with a series of shadows. I have to say that the speed of Ghost Island can avoid Huang Quan's tricks at the most critical moment.

Lu Mingyu, who stopped not far away, slowly stretched out his hands, and a black gas appeared on the fingertips of his fingers. The black air condensed into a ferocious face and howled and rushed to Huangquan. This may be the real killer of Ghost Island. It hides ghosts in the body and suddenly attack at unexpected angles when the enemy doesn't expect it.

Ten ghost-state black gas surrounded Huangquan in an instant, grinning and attacking Huangquan one by one. This is a soul attack that can't cause physical damage.

Huang Quan smiled coldly and slowly walked to Lu Mingyu as he hummed: "This kind of thing has been seen a lot in the underworld, and it has no effect on me."

"Real?" Lu Mingyu's eyes flashed, and his fingers moved gently. One of the ghosts actually opened his mouth and spewed out a fire. The fire spread widely, and Huangquan had nowhere to hide at all.

"It turns out that there is still a back hand!" Huang Quan said and put on a bow step, and the knife in his hand waved three times in a row, dispelling all the flames in front of him. No one expected that Huangquan suddenly rushed out with a bow step, but he saw Huangquan's body swinging his bow steps and rising to the sky, and the knife in his hand waved around his body into an absolutely defensive knife shield.

Huangquan rushed to mid-air to adjust his body and slanted to Lu Mingyu with his head and feet. Lu Mingyu was still in the posture of controlling the ghost at this time. He saw Huang Quan rushing over and the ghost collected it, half squatting underground and pressing his hands directly to the ground.

Huang Quan still rushed up without hesitation, and the machete in his hand bloomed with purple light and raised his head with one hand. A huge arm appeared behind Lu Mingyu. It is not surprising that it is huge. A single palm alone is bigger than Huang Quan's whole person.

After the arm appeared, he grabbed Huang Quan directly. Huang Quan immediately braked sharply, and his left foot nodded slightly on the instep of his right foot. It was precisely this that made Huang Quan dodge the claw of his palm and cut down the knife raised above his head at this time.

The sound of dead wood breaking came, and a finger of the huge arm was cut off by Huang Quan's sharp knife. The broken finger did not flow out of blood but blue-black gas, which slowly flowed out along the broken place.