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Black Scythe Wu Luan took all seven swords, none dodged.
Seven striking sword wounds appeared on his body, revealing his bones through the gaping wounds. What felt both bizarre and spine-chilling was that his bones were black, and looking into the wounds, one could vaguely see his skeleton writhing!
Zhu Minglang was regulating his breath on the spot, his arm aching from the continuous sword strikes, and his breathing became unstable.
The enemy was extremely strange and sinister. He believed that even if his Execute Kun struck the Earth Demon King, splitting him in two, he could quickly stitch himself back together.
That demonized Northern Hero, whom he had cut in half, was now up again. The disgusting Earth Demon Worms had turned into his veins and bone, forcibly sewing his two parts back together.
