The eight-winged angel spurted out a mouthful of blood!

Almost no resistance!

And, the next moment.

The Devil May Cry Dagger appeared in Chen Zongheng's hand...!!

Once again, kill the eight-winged angel!

The fierce sword light exploded!

In the blink of an eye, countless wounds appeared on the body of the eight-winged angel!

At this moment.

The eight-winged angel is in a terrible state.

His whole body was already soaked with blood.

The wounds were extremely hideous.

Especially his belly.

Bloody, crazy spurts!

Already, he no longer had the calmness he had when facing Yuan Li.

Chen Zongheng, take one step forward!

The big hand pressed directly on the head of the eight-winged angel.

Throw it hard on the roof of the car!

boom!

Blood splatters!

The wounds all over the eight-winged angel's body burst open at the same time!

He was lying on the ground in a miserable state.

I could only reluctantly raise my head and look at Chen Zongheng's indifferent expression as he slowly approached step by step.

"Death, you...are indeed very strong!"

Eight-winged angel, with a sad smile.

Suddenly, he put his hands on the ground!

Directly, he turned over and got into the car!

Inside the Maybach sedan.

Qiu Yiren's pretty face is pale and her delicate body is trembling slightly.

He was held hostage by the eight-winged angel and brought to the roof of the car!

His face was covered with blood, his expression was ferocious, and he was roaring crazily!

"God of Death, step back immediately and leave!"

"Otherwise, I don't guarantee whether Qiu Yiren will still be alive...!!"

He held a four-edged military thorn and pressed it firmly against Qiu Yiren's neck!

Directly, a trace of blood was drawn!

"Oh?" Chen Zongheng looked cold, as if he were looking down, "Why do you think you can threaten me?"

In his hand, the Devil May Cry Dagger suddenly erupted!

Before the eight-winged angel could react.

One arm was cut off directly by its roots!

Blood splatters!

"ah……!!"

The eight-winged angel let out a shrill howl!

His eyes were full of red, staring at Chen Zongheng with overwhelming hatred!

Step down, step back!

"Get out of here! Otherwise, I will jump down with her!"

Face threats.

Chen Zongheng said, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

It seems that I heard something interesting.

"You want to jump? Don't you dare jump." Chen Zongheng said with a slightly mocking tone, "People like you cherish your life."

at this time.

The eight-winged angel is going crazy!

He didn't understand. Did the God of Death not care about Qiu Yi people at all?

But he couldn't explain the reason for his pursuit...!!

The eight-winged angel, breathing heavily and looking ferocious!

"God of Death, you forced me to do this...!!"

One of his feet has already stepped on the edge!

It seems that it will fall down at any time!

The howling wind kept blowing.

Qiu Yiren's whole body trembled slightly, her pretty face turned pale, and she bit her lower lip tightly.

She didn't say a word.

Because...Qiu Yi people will always believe Mr. Chen's words.

Chen Zongheng will never harm her!

next moment.

Chen Zongheng stepped forward slowly.

In the unbelievable eyes of the eight-winged angel.

Kick him hard...kick him down!
Chapter completed!