Chen Liuhe wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, covered his chest with severe pain and crawled up: "Do you want me to beg for mercy in front of you? Not to mention ten years, even in your life, in the next life, in the next life, and in the next life, it is impossible!"

"Don't worry, the one I'm most afraid of in my life is someone like you. I will definitely let you kneel in front of me and beg me to kill you." The old demon of the sword wind said: "That day will not be too far away."

When the old demon of the Fever Storm was talking, he flipped it casually, and a powerful wave rushed out, directly lifting the four Di Xiaotian who was fighting fiercely with the middle-aged man.

All four of them were seriously injured, with a painful expression and blood sprayed on their mouths.

"You have nothing to say if you are not as skilled as others. Kill me." Xing Tian said with a ferocious face.

"I want to die? It's not that simple. My master will let you know that it angered him. Even asking for death is a luxury." The middle-aged man said with a grim smile.

"Madman, lunatic! I, Mr. Cao,!!!" Di Xiaotian roared in shock and anger, his heart filled with fear and despair.

"Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe, be angry, roar, the more excited you are, the more I feel. I haven't had such a strong interest in hunting for a long time." said the old demon of Xingfeng. Facing Nu Xiu and Chen Liuhe, the lambs to be slaughtered, he had no intention of killing.

Obviously, he has not played enough in this game. As he said, he wants to erase the willpower of these people. He wants to make these people feel that life is a kind of torture and torture. He wants these people to kneel in front of him and beg for death!

Only in this way can he feel the pleasure of change and the meaning of this game.

His confidence and arrogance made him firmly believe that no matter what situations and variables occur, everything will be under his control.

Nu Xiu, Chen Liuhe and others would never escape from his palm. This is a group of people who will die. It is just that when to die and in what way it is all in his mind.

So, he was not in a hurry at all.

This feeling of being able to trample the peerless strong man who had once reached the clouds in his eyes and constantly ravage and trample under his feet makes him feel very accomplished. How could he make this feeling disappear so quickly? How could he make Nu Xiu die so simply?

There is also Chen Liuhe. He hates seeing this young man's stubborn and unyielding appearance. He wants to make this young man's eyes full of fear of himself when he dies. He wants to trample on the hard bones of this young man, shattering them like powder.

"If you don't kill us, you will definitely regret it." Chen Liuhe said hoarsely.

"Are you trying to die so soon? Are you angry with me? Hehe... the more you do this, the less I will not kill you." The old demon of the Sword of Sword looked at Chen Liuhe gloomyly.

"Don't find opportunities by me, otherwise I will let you die very tragically." Chen Liuhe roared and roared without fear.

The figure of the old demon of the Sword of the Sword flashed, and a black shadow passed by. In the blink of an eye, the old demon of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword appeared in front of Chen Liuhe.

Chen Liuhe also reacted very quickly, raised his punch and slammed it over.

Admitting defeat? There are no these two words in Chen Liuhe's dictionary. He will resist no matter what time!

However, before Chen Liuhe's fist could fall on the head of the old demon of the Sword of Sword.

A blood arrow exploded from his arm, and his arm was penetrated by a tiny wave of force, and blood flowed.

Chen Liuhe let out a painful groan in his mouth.

The next second, he felt a heavy blow in his head.

With a crisp sound of "Bang!", Chen Liuhe's face was hot. He was slapped by the old demon of the fishy wind and fell to the ground.

Before Chen Liuhe could stand up angrily to fight back, the old demon of the sword-wind stepped on Chen Liuhe's face and directly stepped on Chen Liuhe who was about to get up on the ground.

Chen Liuhe's entire head was pressed against the mud, and the skin rubbed against the sand and stones on the ground, and the skin had broken and blood penetrated out.

"You just want to make any waves in front of me? Look at how miserable you are now. I stepped on my feet and didn't even have the strength to resist. What do you think you are going to yell at me?" The old demon of the sword-wind smiled grimly and glanced at Chen Liuhe.

Chen Liuhe roared in his mouth. He was struggling violently, but he could not break free and could only be trampled on by such an undeniable manner.

"Do you still want to pick up your dignity? Do you have dignity in front of me? It's useless to be hard, and it's even more useless to be sharp. I can take away your life at any time." The voice of the old demon of the Snowing Wind was chilling, making people shudder.

Chen Liuhe's face was twisted, his forehead was swelling, and his pupils were trembling. His anger soared to the top. He wanted to tear this cruel and cold-blooded old monster to pieces and scrape it alive.

"Old Demon of Fighting Wind, let go!" Nu Xiu angrily scolded.

The old demon of the sword wind raised his head, his eyes narrowed, and he looked back at Nu Xiu and said, "Old thing, I can see that you seem to care about this young man and value him very much. What is his relationship with you? Are your descendants? Or your disciples?"

"This has nothing to do with you. The old demon of the bloody wind, if you just want our lives, you can do it directly. There is no need to humiliate it like this, right? You are not glorious in doing this! You can be considered the number one person above this black prison, so why bother losing your share?" Nu Xiu said furiously. Seeing Chen Liuhe's miserable appearance, he felt very uncomfortable.

You know, Chen Liuhe is a man with a strong backbone. He never bowed his head and bent down when facing the Taishang family. Dignity is extremely important to Chen Liuhe. Now that he is trampled on by the old demon of the Sword of Storm, it shows how huge the mental blow to Chen Liuhe is.

They saw this scene in their eyes, which was really uncomfortable. They all wanted to kill people angry, but they were too weak and were no match for the old demon of the Storm. They could do nothing.

This is the sorrow of the weak.

"Kill you? Of course you will all die in my hands, but do you think death is that simple? You are too naive and finally encountered a few of you such interesting playthings. Why don't I have fun with you?"
Chapter completed!