"Old Demon of the Fighting Wind, I see what tricks you dare to play. My support has arrived, so you can do it yourself." Jin Yucheng laughed out loud, feeling relieved, and was complacent.

"No one can stop what I want to do. Tonight, no one will work!" The old demon of the Sword of Swordsman narrowed his face. He became brave and rushed towards Chen Liuhe directly.

His meaning was very obvious. Even if the people from the Fantianhui came, he would not want to let Chen Liuhe go. He would capture Chen Liuhe and his life as quickly as possible at this last hurdle, and then quickly leave the place.

As long as he is not surrounded by the people of the Fantianhui, he will not be too afraid. Even if he has formed this kind of gangster, it will be fine. This black prison is so great that Fantianhui really wants to settle the score with his old demon in the snowy wind. It is definitely not a simple thing.

Chen Liuhe was shocked, his eyes shrank violently for a few times, and his heart thrust hard. He didn't have time to react too much, so he could only retreat in a hurry and wanted to distance himself from the old demon of the Sword of Sword of Snow.

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"Yingfeng Old Demon, dare you!" Jin Yucheng was so shocked and angry that he didn't expect that the old Demon of Feifeng was so tough. He didn't want to make a fuss about his face!

At this moment, Chen Liuhe obviously did not have much power to resist, so he had to instinctively punch out, wanting to make the final struggle, wanting to knock back the old demon of the Sword of Sword and delay as much as possible.

"The mantis arm is a chariot!" The old demon of Xingfeng shouted softly, and his palm flipped over and pinched Chen Liuhe's wrist.

With a crisp "click", accompanied by Chen Liuhe's painful hum, Chen Liuhe's wrist was directly pinched and he fell into the arms of the old demon of the sword-wind.

The old demon of the Sword of Swordsman poked out from bottom to top and captured Chen Liuhe's neck. If he captured it, Chen Liuhe would definitely be powerless to turn the world back!

"Buzz~" At the critical moment, a strange movement came out, as if the wind was roaring, and the noise was not loud, but it was definitely not small, enough to be terrified.

I saw a light and shadow attacking like a sharp arrow. Taking advantage of the fact that everyone was not prepared, they hit the side of the old demon of the Sword of Snowing Wind fiercely.

"Bang!" There was a dull and loud noise. When the old demon Yanfeng's palm was less than three inches away from Chen Liuhe's neck, the old demon Yanfeng's body flew backwards, as if it was hit by a galloping train.

"You have asked me if you want to touch my disciple!" A bloody man lay in front of Chen Liuhe. It was him who knocked away the old demon of the sword wind. He was not someone else, but he was the slave cultivator who had just fainted and had an uncertain life and death. At this critical moment, he saved Chen Liuhe!

"Old man!" Chen Liuhe was shocked and worried, and hurriedly squatted down and hugged Nu Xiu.

"Don't worry about me, go quickly!" Nu Xiu roared at Chen Liuhe at dying.

Chen Liuhe's eyes were red and he shook his head directly: "Go ahead, let's go together!"

"The silly thing." Nu Xiu cursed viciously.

"There is still a chance, you can scold me." Chen Liuhe also replied angrily. At this time, let alone he can't escape. Even if he can, he can't leave Nu Xiu and escape in vain. That's not his Chen Liuhe style, and he will not let himself live in guilt all his life.

"Old man, I have repeatedly ruined my good deeds. I will tear you apart tonight!" The old demon of the sword-wind was furious and his roar was gloomy, like a fierce ghost roaring, and under the dark dark night, it looked even more creepy.

"Just let the horse come over. If I am afraid of you, I will be raised by you." Although Nu Xiu looked miserable and had no power to fight, his bones were so hard that it was awe-inspiring. Even if he was trembling all over, he would have to stand up forcibly with the support of Chen Liuhe.

"Die!!!" The old demon of the sword-wind shouted, and his hair flew up, and he felt like he was so angry that he was rushing out like a big wave, sweeping across the area in an instant, making his hair stand on its back.

Before he could finish his words, the old demon of the Sword of Swords burst into an explosion, killing Chen Liuhe and Nu Xiu with endless ferocity.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the ground in front of the old demon of the Snow Wind suddenly exploded, and dust flew up, blocking the old demon of the Snow Wind and putting him in a way.

It was a thick black sword, standing there like a giant monument!

"Your grandpa is back, now your opponent is us!" A roar of excitement came from a distance. He turned his head to look and saw two figures running rapidly in the darkness and soon arrived beside Chen Liuhe and Nu Xiu.

They are nothing else, they are Di Xiaotian and Xing Tian who have left!

And the black heavy sword that stopped the old demon from rushing toward the rush of the sword wind was undoubtedly Xing Tian’s carry-on weapon!

"Chen Liuhe, Senior Nuxiu, how are you doing? Will you die?" Di Xiaotian asked hurriedly. Chen Liuhe and Nuxiu looked too miserable, and it made people feel cold when they saw it.

"I can't die!" Chen Liuhe said, "Why are you back?"

"Ma, the more you think about it, the more you are, the more you are wrong. If you really run away like this, you will be in a state of conscience for the rest of your life!" Di Xiaotian said angrily: "Although I am afraid of death, I am even more afraid of my conscience being condemned endlessly. Leaving my companion who has been through life and death is not the style of my Di Xiaotian!"

"I'm not afraid of death, so I'm here." Xing Tian's answer was much simpler.

"Where are two more?" Chen Liuhe asked.

"Don't worry, they have already escaped far away. It's very safe now. The little character who has the fighting power of them is not used to join in such a fun. Even if you want to be cannon fodder, no one can be cannon fodder." Di Xiaotian said bluntly.

Chen Liuhe grinned, not knowing whether it was relief or annoyance.

Before he could speak, Di Xiaotian said, "Stop talking nonsense. Since he became aware of his strength, I haven't tried it yet. Today I will use this old monster to try it out! Stop him!"

As soon as Di Xiaotian finished speaking, he was like a sharp arrow pulling a bow, and suddenly ejected out, turning into light and shadow, heading straight to the old demon of the Fever Wind!

Xing Tian didn't even hesitate, and followed him out!

These two guys are respectable and lovely people, and life and death are at stake. They are willing to fight with their lives!

Death is terrible, but there are many things in this world that are more terrifying than death, such as uneasy conscience and rare friendship?

After being blocked one after another, the old demon of the Sword of Sword can be imagined. It was simply on the verge of madness, trying to tear all the enemies in front of him!
Chapter completed!