The battle situation changed instantly, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into Chen Liuhe and five people from the Fantianhui Association, besieging the Jiefeng Old Demon one!

With the strength of the old demon of the Sword of the Sword, he would naturally not be afraid of the siege of these six people. Even if he was injured and in poor condition, after all, the lean camel was bigger than a horse, which was beyond doubt.

The battle situation is not very intense, just a one-sided situation.

As expected, not long after, the few people in the Fantianhui were defeated by the old demon of the sword wind. All four of them were blown away, seriously injured, and could not get up!

Only Chen Liuhe and Jin Yucheng can forcefully support and fight.

But Jin Yucheng was also obviously injured.

There is no suspense in this battle.

"Just because you ants are looking at you and the ants are causing storms in front of me? You don't know how to live or die." The old demon of the sword-wind smiled contemptuously.

With a sound of gold and jade, the sword was slashed down. The sword was fierce and had a thunderous posture, which made the night twist and the airflow flip and blurred.

The old demon of the Sword of Swordsman snorted coldly, and did not dodge, and just rushed away.

"Boom!" Jin Yucheng flew out, and his mouth was bleeding like a kite with broken strings.

The body of the old demon of the Sword of Sword gently shook, and the bloodline hanging on the corner of his mouth became a little thicker.

Obviously, he was indeed seriously injured tonight, which had a significant impact on him, otherwise he would not have been so fragile.

At the same time, a fierce and powerful wind came from the side of the old demon of the Sword of the Sword, with a very fast speed, like light and shadow, making people feel overwhelmed.

Before the old demon of Xingfeng had time to dodge, Chen Liuhe hit the old demon of Xingfeng hard and knocked the old demon of Xingfeng to the point of flying backwards.

"Bang" The body of the old demon of the Fever Wind fell on the ground more than ten meters away, and dust flew up, looking embarrassed.

Chen Liuhe was lying on his back on the ground, covered in blood, and he looked really desolate.

But before he fell down, he supported the ground with trembling hands, supporting himself and standing up shakingly.

Looking at the old demon of the fishy wind who was also slowly getting up, Chen Liuhe was not desperate or afraid. He smiled grimly and laughed out loud, as if he was nervous...

"Little smash, what are you laughing at?" The old demon of the Sword of Swordsman looked fierce, and his anger seemed to be about to burn, and his eyes were filled with strong murderous aura.

Tonight, his anger reached its peak. He really didn't expect that the situation of the battle tonight would evolve to this extent.

In his imagination, Chen Liuhe was a prey like him, and he was the doll in his palm. Life and death can only be controlled by him in an instant!

However, the facts were completely different from what he imagined. It was only a matter of not seeing it for a lifetime. The combat power of Chen Liuhe and Nu Xiu increased so much that it could actually bring him a considerable threat and make him pay a considerable price for this battle.

This is something that the old demon of the Fighting Wind is still a bit unacceptable.

Furthermore, the appearance of such a severity of the Fantianhui will add fuel to the fire, so his state of mind can be imagined at this moment.

"I'm laughing at you for being too incompetent." Chen Liuhe was still laughing wildly: "Old thing, you can't kill me easily now. I'm already worried about you. You can't kill me even more in the future. One day, you will become my deceased soul."

The old demon of the Sword of Swords narrowed his eyes, and a sharp light like a sharp blade was shooting: "Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehes. You have no future, so what to

"Old demon of the sword wind, stop at this time. No matter how obsessed you, you will not end up well. Fighting the sky will not spare you!" Jin Yucheng also climbed up from the ground.

Perhaps the old demon of the Fentian Club was really afraid of the Fentian Club, so when he took action, he kept a little bit of a sense of restraint. Although the members of the Fentian Club were all severely injured and looked miserable, no members of the Fentian Club died, and they were still breathing their last breath.

"You are arrogant and domineering, and want to take food from me, and let me stop at the right time? You bully people too much, is it easy to bully me?" The old demon of the sword wind was furious and scolded angrily.

"You are the one who wants to seize food from a tiger's mouth, right? You are really good at it. Everyone we want is willing to bite you. Do you want to make yourself angry?" Jin Yucheng also took the initiative. For this divine skill, he ignored everything else.

"Then I will kill all of you today. Let me see what you can do to me." The old demon of the Sword of Sword was so angry that he was surrounded by black air and flew wildly. The aura that was stirred up was even more terrifying and terrifying.

The golden jade is forming a horizontal sword in front of you: "You are making mistakes."

The old demon of the Sword of Sword stopped talking, his body shook, his palms flew up, and his black air was like a strong wind, gradually sweeping across. The huge air wave made Chen Liuhe and Jin Yucheng almost unable to open their eyes, and they both clearly felt the threat of death.

Chen Liuhe's mood sank sharply. If the situation was just like this and there was no change in the future, the situation between him and Nu Xiu would still be very dangerous.

Chen Liuhe knew his own state very well. He basically had no power to fight again. It was difficult to resist the old demon of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword

A pair of eyebrows frowned tightly, and Chen Liuhe's face was solemn, as heavy as stagnant water.

However, at this moment of danger, Chen Liuhe vaguely felt a faint tremor coming from the ground beneath his feet.

Immediately afterwards, the tremor became louder and louder, and the ground seemed to be shaking, like thunder rolling, becoming clearer!

After a few moments, I suddenly saw a flash of fire at the far end, and under the flames, there were fierce horses galloping!

Someone is coming and is coming quickly!

"The world will come here, don't be arrogant!" Before the person arrived, a huge roar drifted with the wind, shocking.

At this moment, Jin Yucheng's face was happy, and Chen Liuhe's mouth also curled up a curve, and the heart, which was tightly raised in his throat, fell a little.

On the other hand, the old demon of the Fishing Wind looked extremely difficult to see, his eyes were gloomy and hard to describe, and the temperature around him dropped sharply by several degrees.

Undoubtedly, the sound of horse hooves in the distance was the arrival of reinforcements from the Flying Heaven Society. At first glance, there were a lot of people, with more than ten fierce horses.

This is naturally just the vanguard, and there must be people from the Fighting Heaven Association who are rushing to come from all directions!
Chapter completed!