The old demon of the sword wind stared at Chen Liuhe in a sinister manner and then said, "Didn't you say you look down on me from the bottom of your heart? How about now? You will pay a heavy price for your arrogance and ignorance. Even if you die, I will let your resentment and fear float in this world."

Chen Liuhe's face became distorted. He stared at the old demon of the sword wind. If his strength allowed, he would tear the other party apart!

"Don't you care a lot about their life or death? Are you very loyal? Look at them, they will die soon. Don't you save them?" The old demon of the Fever Wind did not rush to take action. He looked at Chen Liuhe with a joke on his face. At this moment, he was still playing with him.

Guigu and Di Xiaotian had already fallen into the quagmire, and they were getting deeper and deeper, and they might not be completely swallowed up in a long time.

Seeing this, the situation was in a hurry, Chen Liuhe was impatient. He ignored the danger and turned around and turned back. He wanted to save Di Xiaotian and Guigu.

He must not watch the two of them die in front of him like this.

The old demon of the Sword of Sword did not stop him, but looked at the scene with a sinister smile.

Chen Liuhe grabbed the vine floating on the swamp, pulled it hard, and pulled Di Xiaotian out of the mud.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Liuhe pulled Guigu out of the quagmire again.

The price of doing all this was that Chen Liuhe's own calves were deeply trapped in the quagmire.

"Boy, since you are so righteous and selfless, it's great, then I'll send you to death first!" Before Chen Liuhe could rise up from the ground, the old demon of the Sword of Sword flashed to Chen Liuhe's side, and he pressed his palm on Chen Liuhe's head.

Chen Liuhe was unable to struggle and pressed Chen Liuhe into the dark sludge.

Chen Liuhe's body was sinking rapidly, and soon half of his body had already submerged into the quagmire.

"Chen Liuhe!!!" Everyone was roaring in shock, their souls were almost scared, and Chen Liuhe was in the middle of death.

But everyone could only watch so much that they could not save Chen Liuhe.

"Old Demon of the Fever Wind, if you dare to kill him today, you will definitely not be able to survive. I promise!" In desperation, Nu Xiu yelled wildly.

The old demon of the sword wind raised his eyes and glanced at Nu Xiu, saying, "Oh? Do you want to avenge him? Hehehe, overestimate your ability, you are already unable to protect yourself. When I kill him, it will be your turn next. Do you still have the ability to avenge him?"

"If you want to be ruthlessly chased and killed by Shura, just kill him!" Nu Xiu shouted at the top of his lungs.

This sentence made the old demon Feifeng pause suddenly, as if he was shocked. His pupils contracted a few times, and a flash of shock appeared in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, his brows became deep and his expression became a little more serious. He stared at Nu Xiu and said, "Shura? What does this kid have to do with Shura?"

Nu Xiu took a deep breath and said with a sneer: "Do you think he is an ordinary person? What do you think we are doing when we come to Black Prison this time? I am here to take him to find Shura! There is a deep old relationship between this son and Shura. If Shura knew that you killed this son, Shura would never let you go!"

"Old guy, are you cheating me? Do you think I will believe your nonsense?" The old demon of the Sword of Swords flashed, and it could be seen that when he heard Shura, there was obvious fear in his eyes. Obviously, the person called Shura could make him feel full of fear.

"Do you think I will use this kind of words to deceive you at this time? There are so many strong men in the black prison, why should I mention Shura again?" Nu Xiu said quickly. The sludge had already swallowed Chen Liuhe's chest. Chen Liuhe was about to be swallowed by the sludge.

Nu Xiu was anxious inside.

"Hmph, if this guy had something to do with Shura, would you have warned me a long time ago? How could I say it until now? Humph, so, old guy, you must be lying to me." The old demon of the Sword of Sword Sword grinned again.

"I advise you not to mislead yourself. The old demon of the bloody wind, you know what Shura represents, and you know what the consequences would be if you offend him! He had the ability to compete with me back then. Now more than 30 years have passed, and I think his reputation is even more arrogant, right?"

Nu Xiu pretended to be calm and lived: "It's definitely not a fun thing to provoke him. Do you want to lose your life because of this?"

A few words made the face of the old demon Yanfeng again have obvious turmoil. He was indeed very afraid of Shura.

Because that was a truly powerful man! A top-notch existence that can be beaten up above this black prison!

"Not to mention whether this son has a joint relationship with Shura, even if there is, so what? As long as I kill you all today, who can know that you have died at the hands of my old demon Xingfeng? What's more, I have never had any relationship with Shura, and he would never find me on my head." The old demon Xingfeng said sternly.

"Man is doing it and the sky is watching. There is no airtight wall in this world." Nu Xiu shouted: "You let him go quickly, otherwise it will cause a huge disaster. If he dies, you will not be enough to bury him with ten!"

"It would be fine if he had nothing to do with Shura. If he had really had something to do with Shura, he shouldn't have lived, hehehehe..."

The old demon of the Fever Wind suddenly sneered and looked at Nu Xiu jokingly and said, "What's more, do you think I, the old demon of the Fever Wind, will be afraid of the Shura..."

As he spoke, the old demon of the Fishing Wind gaze trembled, and murderous intent burst out. His palm suddenly increased its strength and shook violently. Chen Liuhe's body sank and instantly disappeared into the dark mud.

"Chen Liuhe!"

"Little Six!"

Everyone shouted in horror, their souls were scattered, and Chen Liuhe was swallowed by the sludge?

At this moment, everyone's hearts were throbbing, and despair instantly spread across their hearts.

It's over!

Now, all this is really over! Chen Liuhe is dead, everything is over...

"Old Demon of the Fever Wind, I'm fighting with you!" Nu Xiu's face was crazy, bloodshot filled his eyes, and he lost his mind.

With the roar, a fierce and dazzling powerful wave of air burst out from Nu Xiu.

With a light "bang", the rattan tied to him broke open.

At this moment, Nu Xiu no longer cared about anyone's life and death. He just wanted to tear the old demon from the Storm!

In the midst of anger, Nu Xiu didn't know where the energy emerged. He rushed towards the old demon of the Sword of Storm.

He was desperate, even if he died here in battle, he would never retreat!
Chapter completed!