The Strongest Soldier in the City

"Hehehehe...Mo Ruyuan, are you ready to die?" Chen Liuhe gave out a cold, dark smile, which made his back chill and his liver and gallbladder hairy.

I have to admit that Mo Ruyuan has already bred fear in his heart, and it is gradually spreading by fear.

He wasn't ready to die, he came to kill Chen Liuhe today.

Fighting to such a situation was completely unexpected, and no one had thought of it.

"Arrogant and ignorant, want to kill me? You won't be able to kill me in your next life." Mo Ruyuan gritted his teeth with a fierce expression on his face.

"Aw~" A scream came from not far away, but the black evil demon lord was hit by the ancient **** master **** with a secret technique.

Immediately afterwards, Fengchen Daxian was also invincible, and was knocked down to the ground by the ancient god, the leader of the gods, with blood gushing from his mouth.

"Kill!" The Black Fiend Lord was very cruel, and didn't admit it, he climbed up from the ground, and roared to attack again.

The same is true of Fengchen Daxian, both of them took out a desperate posture.

In this battle, everyone knows that they cannot retreat. Once they retreat, it means death. There is no room for maneuver, and there is no retreat behind them!

"Kill!" Chen Liuhe didn't hesitate, and fought with Mo Ruyuan. The two blood men rammed again and started fighting for the last time.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, Mo Ruyuan slapped Chen Liuhe's head with a palm.

At this moment, Chen Liuhe's head roared, and his pain was extremely painful.

The blood rushed down his head like spring water.

His entire face was red in an instant, and even his eye sockets were filled with blood.

Chen Liuhe was dizzy and his consciousness was blurred.

But he did not fall, his extremely tenacious willpower supported him.

While his head was being photographed, Chen Liuhe's face was also hideous, and a sword pierced Mo Ruyuan's abdomen.

Mo Ruyuan wanted to dodge, but his speed was a beat slower after all, and his abdomen was pierced by the "drink".

This is from Chen Liuhe's brutality, the fish die, the net is broken, both losers are wounded, and the same goes to death.

Chen Liuhe also knew very well that in such a declining trend, there was only one way and an opportunity to fight hard and even bring out a ray of life.

"Pouch~" In Mo Ruyuan's howl of pain, Chen Liuhe was shaken out, and the blood-red long sword was drawn out, bringing out the rich blood, which was poured out like water.

And Mo Ruyuan stumbled back and fell directly to the ground.

This sword is undoubtedly fatal to Mo Ruyuan.

Even if you miss the point, don't forget that the blood red sword is not an ordinary weapon, but a peerless soldier in this world, which itself contains infinite hostility and mysterious energy.

Therefore, the lethality of this sword was beyond imagination and brought fatal wounds to Mo Ruyuan.

"Puff Tong" Chen Liuhe also fell to the ground feebly, roaring in his head, almost exploding, several huge cracks appeared on his head, blood was like pillars, and it was not stopping.

Chen Liuhe lay in a pool of blood, tragic and unconscious, as if he was already alive and dead.

"Chen Liuhe!" Di Xiaotian was frightened and anxious, he rushed up quickly, hissing loudly, and his soul was almost lost in fright.

On the other side, Mo Ruyuan also had a look of horror and horror. He fell to the ground feebly, lying on his back, his palms tightly covering his abdomen, the blood in his mouth couldn't stop pouring out, and his eyes began to loosen. Godless.

He seemed to smell the breath of death, he knew that he was hurt too badly and it had already affected his life.

His heart is full of panic, he doesn't want to die, and he doesn't allow himself to die here.

Mo Ruyuan worked hard to cheer up, propped his arms on the ground, exhausted all his strength, and finally sat up.

He wanted to stand up, but after several attempts, he couldn't do it. The intense pain made him almost fainted several times.

Fortunately, although the battle was fierce, he was the final winner.

Because Chen Liuhe was already lying in a pool of blood, his appearance was almost dead, he should have completely fallen down, and he couldn't stand up anymore.

He has enough confidence in his palm to smash all the rocks.

Even if he could not smash Chen Liuhe's head, he would definitely bring a fatal threat to Chen Liuhe.

"Hey...hehe...dead, go to die, die!" Mo Ruyuan laughed grimly, opened the corners of his mouth, and looked extremely proud and happy, and he also let out a long sigh of relief in his heart. No matter how miserable the battle, as long as he wins If it is done, it will do, and it will be relieved.

Because in this battle, the fear brought by Chen Liuhe was too strong.

Di Xiaotian ignored Mo Ruyuan. He kept hissing and swaying Chen Liuhe's body. He didn't want Chen Liuhe to die, and Chen Liuhe couldn't die in the black prison. He was completely panicked, and Liu Shen had no master.

However, just when everyone thought that Chen Liuhe had come to the end of his life and was about to lose his life here.

Suddenly, Chen Liuhe made a slight cough, and blood spilled from his mouth.

Chen Liuhe shook his head vigorously a few times, and the extreme pain was so clear that Chen Liuhe's body was withdrawn and his eyes were cracked.

But the thought in his heart is still supporting him, as if telling him constantly that he can't fall down, and falling down means losing, and it means death.

You can die, but you can't let everyone die with you.

So, you must stand up! Support to the last moment!

This kind of voice seemed to be constantly shouting and reverberating in Chen Liuhe's mind and heart.

Chen Liuhe endured the endless pain. He slowly opened his **** eyes. He raised his head, turned and sat up, his chest rising and falling. Although his breathing was weak, he was very rapid.

The sharp pain in his mind spread all over his body, making him tremble all over.

Chen Liuhe raised his palm and slapped his head fiercely. It seemed that this would make him feel better, and it seemed that it would make him sober.

"Chen Liuhe, Chen Liuhe." Seeing Chen Liuhe wake up, Di Xiaotian was ecstatic and hurriedly shouted.

Chen Liuhe's eyes were shrouded in blood, and he seemed to be at a loss, as if he hadn't turned his head back.

He ignored the eager Di Xiaotian, but looked around, and when his eyes touched Mo Ruyuan not far away, Chen Liuhe suddenly became sharp, and his eyes burst with murderous intent.

"This...Chen Liuhe, you are not dead yet." Mo Ruyuan was also frightened and stupefied, his face full of incredible, the fear that had just dissipated, rose again, and the moment occupied his heart.

Chen Liuhe was struggling to stand up, but the dizziness in his head made him wander, and it seemed that it was difficult to stand up.