"You are such a complete change! I really regret not destroying you directly, because my heart was so kind that I left such a huge disaster for you." Nu Xiu said with great regret, his old eyes were filled with fierce light.

The old demon of the Sword of Swordsman smiled even brighter, giving people a more terrifying feeling: "You are right, you should have killed me at the beginning. Unfortunately, there is no if in this world, and you would never have thought that one day, you will fall into my hands."

Nu Xiu took a deep breath and said, "I don't want to say so much nonsense to you. Let me let go of the person first. If you have any resentment, just come to me."

"You want to save him so much?" The old demon of the Snow Wind was full of jokes. He looked at Nu Xiu and said, "Very good. If you kneel down, I won't humiliate him for the time being. How about it? As long as you kneel down and beg me, everything will be fine."

"You! The old demon of the sword wind, I am standing tall and never bent my knees to anyone at any time. Now you want me to kneel down and beg you? You are simply whimsical, why not kill me directly." Nu Xiu cursed in anger.

The old demon of the Sword of Swordsman didn't say anything, but turned around and looked at Chen Liuhe. He stretched out a finger and gently pointed it at Chen Liuhe's shoulder. A sharp and powerful light shot out like an arrow of light.

With a soft "puff", the white light pierced through Chen Liuhe's body, and blood arrows sprinkled out. Chen Liuhe, who was full of pain, couldn't help but let out a painful groan.

"Old demon of the sword wind, don't be too arrogant." Nu Xiu was anxious.

"Kneel down and beg me, he won't have to bear the pain." The old demon of the sword-wind said with a sharp smile.

Nu Xiu struggled and wanted to make him kneel down. This was unacceptable.

"Old man, don't kneel down! Let him kill me, anyway, it's no big deal. I'll be a hero again in 18 years! But it's impossible for him to surrender! None of us is allowed to bow our heads in front of him, let this crazy change die." Chen Liuhe roared with difficulty, his whole face twisted.

"I'm very strong, I see when your backbone can last." The old demon of Xingfeng tried a little harder, stepped on Chen Liuhe's head, and crushed it hard for a few times. Chen Liuhe's cheeks rubbed back and forth on the ground, and instantly, blood and blood were blurred.

The stinging pain was unbearable. Even Chen Liuhe couldn't help but make a trembling groan in his mouth, looking extremely miserable.

"Chen Liuhe!" Guigu, Di Xiaotian and others also roared anxiously, their eyes were red and mist appeared.

"No one is allowed to admit defeat!" Chen Liuhe roared vigorously.

The old demon of the fishy wind narrowed his eyes. He liked everyone to surrender to him. He did not allow his prey to dare to retain dignity in front of him.

The old demon of the Sword of Swords gently flicked his fingers, and a strong light penetrated Chen Liuhe's chest and abdomen, directly piercing through, and blood gushed out like a spring water.

Nu Xiu's eyes trembled, and the expression on his face changed constantly. He stood there and didn't know what to do.

Seeing Nu Xiu's reaction, the old demon of the Sword of Swordsman popped it up again, and Chen Liuhe's body was pierced by the powerful light again.

In this way, Chen Liuhe, who was trampled by the old demon of the sword wind, was constantly increasing. His arms, legs and feet were covered with blood holes, and there were three or four on his chest and abdomen.

Blood gushed out of his wounds one by one, and soon Chen Liuhe became a bloody man.

And his mental state became increasingly weak, from his initial expression of anger and redness to his pale and bloodlessness now...

"How is it? Can't make a decision? Don't you care about him very much? Are you unwilling to save him? Compared with human life, is dignity so important? If you don't ask me, he will really die, die tragically in front of you."

The old demon of the sword wind glanced at Nu Xiu and said, "No matter how tenacious his physique is, he can't hold on. I promise."

Nu Xiu's face changed. Looking at Chen Liuhe's dying appearance, his heart was shaken, and his body was trembling.

He didn't say a word, but he slowly bent down...

"Old man, no! The guy doesn't allow you to kneel down, he must not kneel down. You are a Nu Xiu, you are a legend of the era. How can you kneel down to such a person who is neither human nor ghost? No!!!" Chen Liuhe used all his strength to roar.

The old demon of the sword wind increased his strength again, and squeezed Chen Liuhe so hard that he couldn't say a word.

He bent down and grabbed Chen Liuhe's arm with one hand. His hands were so strong that he pinched Chen Liuhe's arms to make a "clog". It was the sound of bones shattering and wailing.

The severe pain made Chen Liuhe tremble all over his body, as if he was sucking.

A crisp "click" sound, accompanied by Chen Liuhe's pain, Chen Liuhe's arm was pinched off.

"Enough!" At this moment, Nu Xiu shouted angrily.

Immediately afterwards, with a "thump", Nu Xiu bent his knees and knelt in front of the old demon of the Storm.

He compromised, he was afraid, and he didn't dare to hold on any longer. Compared to Chen Liuhe's life, what is the point of kneeling down?

But only Nu Xiu himself knew what he had lost when he knelt down.

An old man who has lived for a hundred and a half years has never kneeled to anyone in his life, and no one is qualified to make him kneel down.

However, all of them lived to this point, and in the end, they fell down...

"No!" Chen Liuhe was heart-wrenching. He couldn't shout, but his expression could prove everything.

The moment Nu Xiu knelt down, his heart was as if he was shattered. His life was worse than death. His eyes were covered with blood and tears.

As for Di Xiaotian, Xing Tian and others not far away, they also shed tears of shame, anger and pain, and their fists were pinching tightly.

This kind of humiliation is difficult for them to erase.

From the moment Nu Xiu knelt down, they were already trampled to death.

This kind of humiliation is even more unacceptable than killing them.

"Old Demon of Fighting Wind, I'm kneeling down. I beg you, please let him go, right now, right?" Nu Xiu said viciously with a ferocious face, staring at the old Demon of Fighting Wind, all the humiliation was crushed in his heart by him.

"Old man... your uncle..." Chen Liuhe spit out a few vague words, and before he knew it, he burst into tears.
Chapter completed!