Apocalypse Cemetery

Chapter 152 Fighting God
The old man with soaring muscles carried the long sword behind his back, ignoring the bloody shots and the attacks of monsters along the way, and rushed towards the enemy like this.The skin was scorched into charcoal amidst the overwhelming blood, and the wounds continued to increase, but the real wounds came from the inside out.

Even in the prime of life, the old man still has to pay a huge price for such a stabbing sword, let alone when he is seriously injured.

The heart was running on overload, coupled with excessive blood loss, except for the only arm left, the rest of the body began to suffer from a serious lack of blood supply.The control over the body has reached his level, and he can clearly perceive that many muscle fibers have begun to break before the sword is shot.

Even the function of the organs has been greatly damaged.

But even so, the will to kill the enemy seemed like a fiery fire, burning more and more intensely, almost consuming his entire soul.Finally, the stalwart figure of the old man rushed out of the sea of ​​blood and light, and came in front of the giant plague whale.

"The eighth of the fourteen Jedi moves—the dragon and the python kill each other."

The old man threw out his sword brazenly, and with one movement, he stabbed two swords in completely different directions.

It seems that the two sword lights that have completely violated the common sense of physics, one vertical and one horizontal, are fleeting.

Not as powerful as the Liaotian Sword, but faster and sharper.I didn't hear a huge explosion, nor did I hear the piercing wind. From the time the sword was drawn to the end, it only took a thousandth of a second, as if nothing happened.

Then, people saw that the huge thing in the sky was divided into four pieces, mixed with dirty liquid, slowly sinking.

After using this sword, Chen Feng seemed to have been drained of all his strength. He fell from the sky, smashed through two buildings in a row, and landed in a residential area.Lying among the rubble, his chest rose and fell rapidly like a bellows.The ink-like dragon shadow breath on his body also gradually dissipated, dyeing a large area of ​​the surrounding air in heavy black.

He could barely open his eyes, every bone, every muscle seemed to be screaming.

"My family is the history of China, and it has been the guardian of the land of China for generations. My ancestors took Ying as my surname, and my parents hoped that I would be as unruly and enthusiastic as the wind, so I took Feng as my name. I am not called Chen Feng, my name is Yingfeng."

"The most noble blood in China flows through my body."

"I'm a direct descendant of the first emperor, and even at the end of the year, I'm still fighting against the enemies who offend my Chinese majesty. I'm different from wild bastards like Yang Lie~~~I'm the overlord of the sword~ ~~"

The old man let out a roar that shook the sky, leaned on the long sword, and stood up tremblingly again.

He wants to go to the sky again to fight the enemy; his fighting spirit is getting stronger and stronger, but his body is not listening to him, and he is declining.

Countless people are watching this scene, the spy satellites in the sky, the heads of major organizations, and the people who secretly witnessed the battle in the ruins of Kunming.In distant Beiping, Yang Guang was staring at the screen. After a while, he covered his eyes with a military cap and walked out of the command room.He couldn't bear to watch the next scene anymore, but Chen Feng's will to fight when he was dying gave him great courage.

Before leaving, he spit out a sentence:

"The members of my Yang family are not wild species!"

Today, many people have forgotten that he is the father of the sword god Yang Lie.

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It was also a combat conference room, but the location was changed to the United Nations Headquarters in Manhattan. Countless people were crying while watching this scene.At this moment, the figure of the old man surrounded by thousands of monsters was deeply engraved in everyone's mind.

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Enemies all over the world covered the sky, and the old man looked up, but he couldn't see the bright moon.He just felt tired and just wanted to sleep well.

At this time, a voice came, awakening his gradually blurred will again.

"Come on~~grandpa~~defeat those monsters."

It wasn't just a child from any family who broke free from his mother's arms, poked his head out of the window, and expressed his solidarity with him.The green goblins turned their heads when they heard the sound, and immediately spotted the child at the window. They swooped down and immediately tore the child to pieces.

However, the fear of death did not make people back down, and soon, a second voice sounded.

"Come on, old man~~Come on~~~"

Then, there are thousands of voices.

"come on!"

"Come on~~"

"Defeat them! Long live China!"

"Stand up! Aren't you a descendant of Qin Shihuang? Believe that you can do it!"

Those voices of solidarity merged into a tide, echoed in the central area of ​​KM City under the moonlight, and kept pouring into the old man's mind.

(End of this chapter)