At this time, she was in an unprecedented state of confusion and sluggishness.

At the critical moment of life and death, this billionaire CEO... also lost his ability to think rationally.

All around, the remaining nine angel killers came in with surging swords and crazy attacks!

"God of death...! You can't escape my grasp!" Suddenly, a ferocious voice echoed in the air!

The white shadow of the fallen angel Azazel flashed like a rainbow lightning, surging towards him!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh...!" Countless flying knives turned into cold rays of light and rushed toward Chen Zongheng!!

Today, he said... dozens of angel killers were dispatched, just to... kill the god of death!

Countless swords flew towards Chen Zongheng and attacked violently!

In his arms, he held Qiu Yiren, and around him... there were nine angel killers stabbing her fiercely!

There is no way to avoid it!

At the critical moment, Chen Zongheng raised his right hand, and the Devil Weeping Silver Blade suddenly shot out!

"Dang, Dang, Dang...!!" Gui Qi roared and flew past quickly!

Those flying knives fell to the ground in an instant, sparks flying everywhere!

But, at this moment...! Two foreign angel killers, holding long knives, suddenly stabbed in the direction of Qiu Yiren!

The target of the long sword is actually Qiu Yiren?!

The long knife was terrifying, and it surged towards Qiu Yiren!

Chen Zongheng's pupils condensed, he turned around suddenly, turned his right hand into a palm, and slashed with the knife!

"Clang, clang, clang...!" He cut off those long knives with his knife, blocking the Qiu Yi people's attack!

But behind him, the figure of the fallen angel Azazel arrived in an instant like a white rainbow!

Make a sound in the east and attack in the west!

"God of Death, rest in peace!" Azazel looked ferocious, and the poisonous flying knife in his hand suddenly... stabbed Chen Zongheng in the heart!

"Poof...!!" There was a sound of flesh and blood piercing...!

The flying knife instantly pierced Chen Zongheng's left chest, and the entire hilt of the knife was penetrated into the chest!

"Uh." Chen Zongheng frowned, stopped Qiu Yiren, and suddenly retreated!

Blood... flowed crazily down Chen Zongheng's chest!

Qiu Yiren could even feel the hot blood dripping on her jade arms. The scarlet breath made her heart tremble.

Mr. Chen... is injured?!

"Mr. Chen...!" Qiu Yiren's pretty face turned pale and frightened, extremely anxious.

"Death...!" Ahead, the fallen angel Azazel smiled coldly, and two flying knives struck again!

Chen Zongheng's pupils condensed, and he fiercely protected Qiu Yiren behind him!

He suddenly grabbed the two flying knives with both hands!

"roll…!"

Chen Zongheng shouted loudly!

He suddenly crushed the two flying knives into pieces!

His palms, stained with scarlet blood, suddenly turned into fists, punched hard twice, and struck out!

"Bah...!"

"The fallen angel Azazel was shaken by a huge force and flew backwards!!

"Boom...!" Azazel's body hit several telephone poles and fell to the ground.

"Poof!" Azazel spat out a mouthful of bloody blood.

Extremely miserable.

But a terrifying and ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His assassination was successful!

The God of Death stabbed himself in the heart! This ‘God of Death’ won’t live long!

Not far away, Chen Zongheng's body trembled, and he forced himself to hold on to the wall beside him to steady himself!

At this time, the blood on his left chest overflowed crazily! Inside the left chest was the heart organ of the human body!

Fallen Angel... The knife just now penetrated his chest fiercely... It was almost only a few millimeters away from piercing his heart!

If not, Chen Zongheng reacted quickly and dodged an inch in time.

If not, he might... die on the spot.

In order to save Qiu Yiren, he, the God of Death... was actually injured here today.

This is simply unprecedented!

At this time, countless blood surged from his chest! A heartbreaking pain filled the air!

"Mr. Chen...are you okay?!" Qiu Yiren's pretty face turned pale, and she rushed up quickly. Her face was full of panic, and tears kept falling from her beautiful eyes.

Mr. Chen was trying to save himself... and then he was hit hard!

At this time, she was completely confused and extremely anxious!

"Hold on, I'll call the emergency number for you right away!" Qiu Yiren's pretty face and beautiful eyes couldn't help but fall. She trembled with her hands, took out her mobile phone, and was about to make a call.

But Chen Zongheng snatched the phone away.

"Don't make any calls, don't notify the police."

He looked solemn and ordered!

Now, this hunt...is no longer within the control of the police.

Whether it is the police or the SWAT team... there is only one result!

Countless casualties!

This is a Bible killer!

It is definitely not something ordinary people can deal with.

The more people come, the more people die.

It's just a unnecessary sacrifice and a funeral!

"But...your injury..." Qiu Yiren's pretty face turned pale, anxious and worried.

Mr. Chen's injuries are so serious at this moment. If he doesn't call the doctor... I'm afraid...

She didn't dare to think about that result, because...she was afraid of that result.

"No problem, just a minor injury."

Chen Zongheng's voice was cold and cold, and he...slowly took off his suit jacket.

Revealing that terrifying muscular body wrapped in a white shirt.

With a 'tear' sound, he tore his suit jacket to pieces, and then... he wrapped it around his left chest!

Let the blood from the wound stop spilling.

How could he simply wrap a piece of cloth around such a hideous and fatal wound?

this?!

He turned his head and glanced at Qiu Yiren.

"You, step back and stand behind me."

Then, holding the Devil May Cry Silver Blade, he walked forward step by step.

In front of him, nine four-winged angels, their swords surging, instantly... surrounded him.

The fallen angel Azazel slowly climbed up from the ruins in the distance.

There was a ferocious smile on the corner of his mouth.

In his hands, two cold poisonous flying knives appeared again.

"Death, my knife has been inserted into your heart. You should force me to know your fate." Azazel's gray-white pupils, cold and cold, walked towards Chen Zongheng step by step.

Fallen Angel, Azazel's flying knives, every flying knife contains potent poison.

It combines the toxins of hundreds of highly venomous insects such as rattlesnakes, cobras, black widows, grasshoppers, etc.

Fusion into a terrifying poison, smeared on the blade.

There is no antidote for this kind of poison.

There is no cure!
Chapter completed!