Ji Qingci was sitting in a car that was shaking wildly.

He leaned against the car window and stared blankly at this scene.

Three figures, at the same time... fell downwards!

Chen Zongheng, is he crazy?

He even pushed Qiu Yiren... down?!

The howling wind keeps ringing in my ears!

at this time.

The three of them were falling from an altitude of several thousand meters!

No matter who it was, they didn’t even have a parachute with them...

If you fall, you will die!

Even though there is sea below.

It is absolutely impossible to bear the height of several thousand meters!

At an increasingly faster landing speed...

No matter who it is, they will be smashed to pieces!

The eight-winged angel was shocked and screamed crazily: "God of Death, you are a madman!"

because.

He watched helplessly.

A figure also jumped down.

It's the God of Death!

What the fuck...!!

He couldn't think of any answer other than being a madman!

not far away.

"ah……!!"

Qiu Yiren's pretty face turned pale, her whole body trembled slightly, and she screamed!

She didn't even dare to look down.

The scenery on the ground is as small as ants!

Despair, little by little... spreads.

And, at the same time.

Chen Zongheng, who was in the air, suddenly jumped forward.

One punch... hit the eight-winged angel hard!

In the air, the eight-winged angel has no ability to dodge.

He could only force himself and put his arms in front of his face.

Try to protect the vital parts.

But, even in the air.

Chen Zongheng's fists are still extremely violent!

Click!

The arms of the eight-winged angel were broken!

This punch broke through the heavy protection and hit him hard on the chest!

Blood splatters!

"puff……!!"

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

Chen Zongheng's offensive was like a violent storm, showing a crushing momentum and attacking continuously!

But the eight-winged angels were retreating steadily!

Facing death is like facing a natural enemy...!!

No matter how hard you struggle.

It's hard to resist all his moves!

The Eight-Winged Angel has not experienced this feeling for... many years!

Even inside the church, his status is still high.

When have you ever been abused like this without any resistance?!

A voice filled with overwhelming hatred sounded.

"grim Reaper……"

The words have not yet fallen.

Chen Zongheng's punch seemed to split the space, and it came with a bang!

A punch with a sonic boom.

Hit him hard in the face!

Let the second half of the sentence of the eight-winged angel.

He swallowed it hard!

This punch caused the entire face of the eight-winged angel to swell!

A room filled with bloody splatters.

More than a dozen teeth flew out!

Chen Zongheng's fist movements seemed to turn into a continuous phantom!

Every punch made the eight-winged angel's body tremble, and he vomited blood from his mouth!

The sky is filled with blood, splashing in the air!

The eight-winged angel was bombarded and kept falling.

The wounds all burst open!

The whole person almost fell into a coma!

Chen Zongheng punched out again with the sound of wind and thunder!

boom!

The chest of the eight-winged angel was broken layer by layer!

As if, the heart is still beating.

It was smashed to pieces by Chen Zongheng with one punch!

Blood splatters!

Chen Zongheng looked indifferent and directly dug out the Nilin Dagger.

Immediately, step down!

boom!

The corpse of the eight-winged angel fell rapidly!

On the sea, there are huge waves!

But, at this time.

Qiu Yiren is about to fall!

It is only a few dozen meters away from the sea!

The sea breeze is howling!

Her eyes no longer dared to open.

His expression was full of fear!

Falling from a high altitude, even on the sea surface, can instantly smash people into pieces!

Maybe.

This life is over...

last minute,

A tall figure appeared in Qiu Yiren's mind...
To be continued...