After a pause, Chen Liuhe said again: "To be honest, there is nothing respectful to you, who can only take advantage of others' dangers. Even if you are strong, what can you do? Don't you still only know how to be despicable? You won't be powerful and people look down on you from the bottom of your heart."

"It's too easy for me to kill you with a clumsy provocation. Do you know why you are still alive? Because I don't want you to die too quickly. I want fear to slowly fill your hearts until you slowly swallow you..." The old demon of the Snow Wind said with a grin.

"Fear? Bah!" Chen Liuhe spat violently into the ground, and said, "I really don't know what fear is when I grow up so old! Just because you want to make me afraid too? You really don't feel anything other than making me disgusted."

"Even if I die at your hands today, I will only look down on you from the bottom of my heart! What a bullshit old monster, I still want to be the most powerful. People like you, if you say nothing, they are just ghosts and monsters who can't beat the table." Chen Liuhe cursed in annoyance.

Hearing this, the old demon of the Fishing Wind condensed a little, and the gloomy inside became even stronger. When he saw it, it seemed like he could fall into an ice cave, which was too creepy.

"Don't you feel fear?" asked the old demon of the Sword of Swordsman.

"Not at all." Chen Liuhe said with a sneer, with a little sarcasm on the corner of his mouth.

"Bang!" The old demon of the sword-wind raised his palm and slapped Chen Liuhe across the air.

Chen Liuhe subconsciously raised his arms to block it, but was still photographed and fell to the ground.

Before Chen Liuhe could get up, he felt a gust of cold wind coming. In an instant, the old demon of the fishy wind that was neither human nor ghost appeared in front of him and stepped on Chen Liuhe's neck.

"Uh..." The Mingmen was suppressed, and Chen Liuhe only felt a pain. The terrifying pressure came overwhelmingly, making Chen Liuhe feel a suffocation, and the breath of death completely enveloped him.

"The old demon of Qifeng, you have a wrongdoing and a debt. If you have any resentment, just come to me. What's the ability to bully a young man like this?" Nu Xiu was anxious and scolded the old demon of Qifeng.

The old demon of the sword wind didn't go to Li Nuxiu. He glanced at Chen Liuhe and said word by word: "What's the moment? Are you afraid? Do you see the god of death waving to you? Your life and death are just between my thoughts."

Chen Liuhe's face was filled with a painful expression, his face became ferocious and distorted, his face turned red, and the blue veins on his forehead were slightly raised. It was a suffocation feeling, it was a struggle on the edge of death.

"Want to make me afraid of you? You are dreaming..." Chen Liuhe said a few words with difficulty: "You are not good at winning..."

"Hehe, this is usually said from the weak, so pale and powerless, it is extremely ridiculous." The old demon of the Sword of Sword said with a grim smile.

At this moment, he felt a powerful force attacking behind him.

The old demon of the sword wind looked shaking: "Looking for death."

While speaking, he turned around and his right arm flipped, and a thick wave burst out, directly lifting the rushing Nu Xiu out.

"Old guy, don't worry, I will help you, but now, if you dare to move, I will kill this young man first." The old demon of Xingfeng said sternly.

Nu Xiu spit out a mouthful of blood and got up from the ground. He covered his chest and said, "Old Demon of the Sword of Fighting, what's the point of being embarrassed with a junior? I know you have some resentment about what happened more than 30 years ago. Today it fell into your hands, and I will admit defeat. Just come for me."

"Don't worry, come one by one, and no one can escape." The old demon of the sword wind said contemptuously.

Immediately, he glanced at Chen Liuhe again and said, "Boy, as long as you say you are afraid, I will let you go, how about it?"

Chen Liuhe had a fierce look and said, "I don't know how to write the word "fear". I will never be afraid of you! People like you cannot make me feel scared. Even if I die at your hands today, I will only look down on people like you from the bottom of my heart."

"Why? I am so strong, and you are like an ant in front of me, why aren't you afraid of me?" The old demon of Xingfeng said angrily. He seemed to be a little distorted in his heart. Killing people is not enough. It must make people feel extremely afraid of him and admit their fear.

"People like you must have a disease in their hearts. You are extremely inferior deep in your heart. You long to be recognized, you long to make everyone afraid of you, hehe... I am not afraid of you." Chen Liuhe said intermittently.

He did feel the breath of death. Are he afraid? Of course he is afraid!

At this death juncture, Chen Liuhe's desire to survive and his strong desire to survive can be described as full of fear.

But he seemed to be able to understand the inner world of this old demon in the storm. He would never admit it, and would show that he was not afraid of dying. He wanted to seize the other person's heart and find a trace of hope for survival.

"Aren't you afraid of me? Are you not afraid of death?" said the old demon of the sword-wind. His dry old face seemed so ferocious.

"My fear of death does not mean that I am afraid of you! Many people can let me die. If you can kill me, it only proves that you are a little stronger than me. How many strong people are there in this world? Who are you?"

Chen Liuhe tried hard to calm himself: "A person like you who can only use despicable means and can only take advantage of others' dangers to show off your power. How could I look down on you from the bottom of my heart?

"Yingfeng Old Demon, you have nothing to be proud of. You are not much better than us. It's just at this specific moment. If we are all in a state of full combat, whoever dies and lives will not be certain. You may not even be able to fight me, let alone slave cultivation." Chen Liuhe said.

The old demon of the sword wind condensed violently, and a fierce light burst out from it. His murderous intent soared into the sky, and his foot's strength increased, making Chen Liuhe's neck make a "rattle" sound of bones. It looked like he was about to deform, and he could be stepped on at any time!

Chen Liuhe's situation is really dangerous, only a line away from death, and his life and death are completely controlled by the thoughts of the old demon of the Storm.

It’s not that Chen Liuhe had thought of resisting, but with his current state, there is really no possibility of resisting in front of the old demon of the Sword of Storm.
Chapter completed!