Ge Zhen jumped up, raised his hideous and terrifying face, and a fierce light emerged from his eyes, and rushed towards the Archangel Urier with all his might.

He was playing hard, like a wild beast that was severely injured. Even if he died, he had to give the enemy a fatal blow to death. He was holding the other party and died together, and he was a typical person who never died.

"ha"

A wild voice came from his mouth. Perhaps because it was too painful, the sound was deformed, and this deformation made him look like he was desperate and mad.

Archangel Uriel has seen many such crazy opponents and killed many of them. In his eyes, this behavior is a manifestation of the weak, because this scene will never happen to the strong.

If a real strong man cannot win, he will escape as fast as possible and then wait for the next opportunity, because judging the situation is simply one of the skills of the strong, and only the weak will choose to fight to the death and choose to die together.

Why? Because I can't defeat but am unwilling to give up, I can only fight to the death.

Generally speaking, this kind of desperate struggle will end in failure. Will the person who can put you to death care about the desperate struggle?

Archangel Uriel smiled and walked forward slowly, neither anxious nor impatient, and was extremely confident.

Scratching Ge Zhen's face is not only a physical injury, but also an inner injury. He can guarantee that the soldier Ge Zhen's heart is already in chaos. Once it is in chaos, he will lose his peak strength.

It is easy to kill an enemy with a disorganized mind.

Ge Zhen was rushing, and his throat made a roar of change, and his whole body was as violent as a hurricane; Archangel Urier was walking, neither too fast nor too slow, and the wind was light and clouds were quiet.

The two people show the extremes of movement and stillness.

"Die!!!"

Ge Zhen roared, all the veins that could rise on his body burst out, and he wanted the Archangel Urier to come.

Just as the body was about to come into contact, the Angel Uriel narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly rushed away with force, holding the blood-stained m9 saber in his right hand.

"Bang!"

The sound of body impact sounded and then separated.

"laugh!"

The blade cut the **, and a deep bloody mouth was cut from Ge Zhen's abdomen.

Then, the Archangel Urier turned around quickly and stabbed Ge Zhen into Ge Zhen's back with a knife.

"puff!"

The saber was poked in and quickly retracted.

"Plop!"

Ge Zhen fell heavily to the ground, and the blood flowing from his abdomen dyed the yellow soil under his body red.

"Come again." Archangel Uriel said loudly: "Is this not possible? You are the soldier Ge Zhen. You have made the world tremble, you have led the storm. Get up, continue, I will let you die in glory."

Hearing this, Ge Zhen endured the severe pain, slapped the ground with both hands and jumped up again.

Turning around, his eyes were red and bloody, and his ragged face became even more ferocious.

"Aowuwu"

A wolf-like howling sounded, and Ge Zhen rushed over again.

Facing Ge Zhen, who was already a bloody man, Archangel Urier smiled and hedged him. The moment he contacted him, he opened his body sideways, and the saber in his right hand slashed again.

"laugh!"

A knife wound appeared on Ge Zhen's chest, his skin and flesh rolled up, and blood gushed out.

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough"

A violent cough came from his mouth. The man did not fall down, but he looked hunched. Because the injury was too heavy, his left hand covered his abdomen tightly, blocking the intestines that were about to flow out.

"You are the most powerful among the Chinese, and you should be proud of it, but" Angel Uriel paused for a moment and continued, "Chinese people are never good. Your nation is born weak. It is like a woman who strips naked, enjoying ravage and shouting for chastity. Well, this metaphor may be inappropriate. It should be said that while being abused, it is a humble national self-esteem. The nations who shout self-esteem are all women stripped naked and full of strong men. It is very pleasant, but they are unwilling to admit that they have been flowing all the time, but they still say no. The body is honest and cannot deceive people. This is you Chinese, this is your self-deception nation."

Full of disdain and ridicule, perhaps this is true for Western countries.

"roar!!!"

Ge Zhen let out a roar, as if he was stabbed to the real pain point. He turned around and rushed towards the Archangel Urier again. Without any hesitation, he treated his body as the last blow of the chariot.

"Die."

Archangel Uriel made a sound and rushed forward.

The moment the bodies intersected, the saber in his right hand stabbed Ge Zhen's heart, which was inevitable.

Just as the knife was about to penetrate the heart and penetrate the knife, Ge Zhen's body suddenly shook, avoiding the fatal heart part from the other party's m9 saber.

"puff!"

The saber stabbed in hard, but missed the fatal heart.

This is absolute defense, taking small movements in fatal circumstances to protect the deadly parts.

"Um?"

Archangel Uriel frowned. He clearly felt that the saber had been stabbed, and was held tightly by the other party's arms, but it didn't matter. If the slash was stabbed, then another one would be done.

He drew his sword outwards, and just as the saber was halfway out, he felt a huge force coming from Ge Zhen's chest and pressing forward hard.

"puff!"

He pulled out half of the m9 saber and stabbed it in again, giving secondary damage. At this time, Ge Zhen spit out blood, still hugging Urier tightly, and tighter than he had just hugged.

The two people's bodies were extremely close to each other.

"Hu" Archangel Uriel breathed a sigh of relief, and turned the hilt of the knife with a smile: "Let you show your ambitions by death."

At this moment, Ge Zhen turned his head suddenly.

"laugh!"

A small and sharp scalpel was bitten by him with his teeth, and the moment he turned his head, he slashed hard across the other person's neck.

Almost instantly, the great Archangel Urier showed a look of horror in his eyes and was about to escape, but Ge Zhen's head shook over again.

"laugh!"

The scalpel reversely forms a secondary cut on his neck.

"Huh"

Archangel Uriel's pupils began to shrink.

Ge Zhen twisted his head frantically and bit the scalpel and cut continuously.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Soon, Urier's neck was covered in blood and flesh with scalpels, and the two major arteries of the neck were cut off, and the hot blood was blowing like a high-pressure water gun.

Not only his neck, but his face was also cut, and it also took a bottom-to-top order.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

In a short period of time, Archangel Uriel's face was covered with knife wounds, the bridge of the nose was cut and the two eyeballs were cut and cracked.

"Plop!"

Uriel fell to the ground, his whole head leaned back, and blood was sprayed out of the wound on his neck.

A pair of cut eyes turned into blood holes, and facial muscles twitched in waves. Perhaps his brain was still thinking: Is this over?

Yes, this ends the miserable victory, the tragic death, the tragic tragedy.
Chapter completed!