If Liang Chen wants to chase him from the crowd when he stands up and runs, it will probably be too late.

Liang Chen's eyes in the distance were already bloodshot. He gritted his teeth hard and rushed forward frantically. The long sword slashed left and right, and the Wuru sword wind rushed like a whirlwind. No matter where the sword light reached, there was a sea of ​​blood and bloody storm.

The sad and beautiful blood flowers bloom everywhere, and Liang Chen's body was stained with the blood of these Fusang sluts, making him look like a god of killing from hell.

The demon blocked the demon, the god blocked the god of killing, killing, killing, killing, killing, killing, no one could stop his footsteps. The long sword, which was soaked with blood stains, was filled with gaps but was still circulating with light, became the call of the god of death at this moment. Every time it fell, it harvested a fresh life.

Liang Chen was already red-eyed. At this moment, either he died or the enemy died. He could not stop at all and have a little kindness. Therefore, every time he used a knife, he would definitely fall down with a scream. As for the result, he had no time to care about it.

He only knew that now, he had to catch up with Yuwei Chiming within ten steps, otherwise all his plans would be ruined because of this shrunk turtle bastard.

Kill, kill, kill, kill, this is the real cold and passionate battle.

At ten steps, countless corpses of Fusang slut fell down; at ten steps, a long river of blood was seen in a blink of an eye.

The sharp sword light stinged the eyes and hearts of all the Fusang bastards, making them even more frightened and even more frightened. In addition to trying to stop Liang Chen's most loyal subordinates, other people on the periphery were quietly terrified, standing on the periphery in fear, trembling with fear. Looking at Liang Chen who was still rushing around and rushing wildly, his heart was so cold that it could not be colder. They had never seen such a terrible murderous devil.

There are seven steps left before Yuwei Chi Ming. The dazzling sword light exploded in the hearts of every Fusang slut. Countless people fell to the ground and wailed constantly intensified the fear of Fusang. They only hope that Yuwei Chi Ming can stand up and run away quickly now, and then, they can also scatter.

After six steps, Yuwei Chi Ming was still gasping for breath, roaring like a cow, half-kneeling just now, trying to stand up. However, what made all his subordinates collapsed was that he actually stood up for a long time without getting up, as if he was too shocked and overworked, and his legs were cramped. Liang Chen also lost his strength and felt like he was exhausted. But he was still killing, and the knife in his hand was not tired at all, and he was still bleeding. His steps forward were still brave.

Five steps, Liang Chen's blood-red eyes had already seen it, and saw the extremely horrified face when Yu Wei Chi Ming turned his head. His knife was waving even more urgently, but sweat mixed with blood was also constantly oozing out from him like rain, soaking his clothes.

In three steps, Liang Chen only needs to go further and he can cut down Youwei Chi Ming with one knife and grab him. The best attack distance is approaching, and Liang Chen's rotating sword light finally brought a cramped breath to make Youwei Chi Ming's blood splatter under the knife. At that time, it was his control of the overall situation.
Chapter completed!