Chapter 3 Today Is Please Flowers!!!!!!!-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Kill them, and leave no one alone."

Cao Zhehua whispered in anger. He was already facing the black collar blocking him. This was a very powerful enemy, at least much stronger than the three-man tower.

His black clothes reminded Cao Zhehua of the Four Old Ones of the Night, who should be all the same. However, it was not the time when he asked, and he needed him inside. He could not stay here for a long time and had to fight.

"Today, you will die miserably." Never, like today, Cao Zhehua had such a murderous intent. Looking at the man in black, he had seen blood, thick gushing blood.

The person has not moved, but the thoughts in the air have begun to fight.

Everyone on the side had heard Cao Zhehua's roar. Li Qiang's power was like a lurking lion. He was merciless when he started, and the three-person tower had already felt a little difficult, but the power was similar, and no one could do anything to anyone for a moment.

The killing of the Divine Soldiers seemed even more violent at this moment. Dozens of men in black had died countless times, but all this could not affect the mood of the black collar. He stared at Cao Zhehua coldly and was ready for battle.

A man in black seemed to be unable to withstand this aura of fear. The sharp knife appeared out of thin air and suddenly slashed towards Cao Zhehua, because he also felt that the aura on this man was the most uncomfortable.

The blade was already in his hand, and the huge force had already driven the counterattack. Cao Zhehua suddenly moved with great anger. After the sword light, the man in black slashed in half. Cao Zhehua's figure had passed through the corpse, and his blood was rising, like the cherry red in the sky, bright and gorgeous.

The body rotated like electricity, and the long arms had already brought up the power condensed in the air, attacking the man in black, clenched his fists, and turned into swords, and the sword energy soared into the sky.

A powerful protective energy emerged around the body of the man in black, which was faintly stained with black mist, making him a little unreal. The eyes that only exposed their eyes were even more gloomy, with the numbness of cold death. At this moment, he was the god of death.?

He was originally the god of death because these men in black were dead. He was trained by him and was one of the three major forces of the night.

This time, the God of Death was dispatched to kill the gods. The commander's order was very simple, and he cooperated with the Pope's operations and surrounded and annihilated it.

However, this man's strength was beyond his expectations. No wonder the four elders returned in the dark night of Hong Kong that day, except for one of them being killed on the spot. The other three were also ordered by the sheriff to silence them to respect Xiaoyou.

The night needs talents, no cowards. This is the sheriff's ruthless reminder. Any member of the night must remember this clearly.

The fierce murderous aura, with huge power, roared between the two. In a blink of an eye, the two had already faced eight punches. Cao Zhehua's fist was swift and powerful, and the surging momentum surged like a tsunami, unstoppable.

The black-collared fist is sinister and vicious. When making moves, it often starts from under his black clothes for no reason. It makes people unable to distinguish his position, but it is extremely tricky and makes people unable to defend against it.

"Ah" screamed, one of the three-person towers had been killed by Li Qiangbing. This sound of killing ground was shocking, and even Cao Zhehua was no exception.

His hands were like steel claws, and the robe of the man in black had been torn off. In the robe, this was an old man's body, and his old bones were full of strength. At first sight, he was a master who practiced both inside and outside.

In anger, the old man also pulled off the cover of his face. This was a very typical oriental man, at least seventy years old. If it weren't for the ferocious expression on his face at this moment, he would almost have the style of a master. But he didn't expect that such a master would be like a minion in the night.

The identity of the "qi sword" is revealed, and the old man's face is even stronger. His hands are slightly raised. The thin veteran has already brought up his sword energy. This is the most exquisite sword spirit method of sword energy.

Cao Zhehua sneered again, and was from the sword and sword sect again. It seemed that the sword and sword sect should have completely disappeared.

"The Knife Destroys Ten Thousand Sects" shouted coldly, and Cao Zhehua's hands were full of sword spirit. His handsome face seemed to be dyed with rouge, and it was full of red.

The sword is like water and the sword is like fire. At this moment, Cao Zhehua has already used the innate fire breath of the body, which is sharp and irresistible.

"Sword Soul!"

The old man's face showed a surprise panic, and his hand was curled up in a knife style, but Cao Zhehua's sword had already attacked. The sword turned into a shadow and went down into the air, turning into a fictitious shape with a sword energy of more than ten meters, slashing with a bang.

When the two men in black were cut in half, the men in black did not dare to take action, and fell down and rolled on the spot, but the earth was flying. When he got up from the ground, his facial features were already buried by earth.

"You have lived enough, and you should have been buried in peace."

The invisible sword energy had already hit the sword again, like lightning. Cao Zhehua slashed a total of thirty-six swords from the man in black.

Blood has appeared on the old man's body.

Even with the powerful protective energy, the sword energy was everywhere, but it also caused him to be bruised all over his body. Twenty wounds had already appeared in his chest, and blood was endless.

He was panting, but the old man's eyes shot out a resentful aura, killing for a lifetime, which was the most miserable defeat in his life.

The sword sect has become the overlord of ancient Chinese martial arts, but he did not expect that in the words of the prophet, they finally met their natural nemesis, and Cao Zhehua was their nemesis.

No wonder Dao, the most outstanding disciple of the new generation, acts so low-key. There is such a person in the world, and Daojianmen is indeed suppressed everywhere.

Even if he dies, he still needs to clear this obstacle. The old man in black pondered slightly, and the cold light in his eyes had turned into a dead light. For the sword gate, he needed his life to confirm his promise. "Blood-swallowing**"

The blood was already flowing very fast, but when the old man drank these four words slightly heavy, the blood did not roll, but sprayed, and the sprayed blood had turned black.

"Body Explosion" Cao Zhehua understood at a glance that each of these martial arts skills had some killer moves. Even if they died, they would let the enemy die together. However, blood-devouring ** is the most cruel technique among them.

"The heart of the knife ruins the world!" The sword energy formed a black lotus, and the flowers were bright and bright. The light came from the petals of these flowers. The petals were swords, and the swords formed three of the strangest black lotus.

But Cao Zhehua did not attack. At this moment, with a flash of his middle finger, three drops of blood had stained the lotus. The black lotus had changed and turned bright red, like three dark night's ***, flashing with the most beautiful color.

The old man felt as if he was ashamed and murmured: "The blood color is actually blood color, and I am the one who died!"

The three lotus flowers moved. The moment they moved, the lotus disappeared, the knife disappeared, the knife was shaped like a single one, missing in the air, and even the fog dissipated without a trace in an instant.

Everything returned to peace, as if nothing had been born. The old man was still standing there, the blood on his body continued to gush, and I believe that the last drop of blood from his body would soon flow out.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Three of the worst screams of pain, the old man looked up at the sky with his head raised, but this was the last look he could nostalgia.

There was a "cracking" sound in his body, and then two blood holes as big as a bowl appeared in his chest. The knife energy penetrated into his body. At this moment, it could not be suppressed and violently penetrated his body.

The old man died to pieces and turned into meat paste.

Cao Zhehua looked murderous intent, and his figure had disappeared here for a moment without stopping for a moment.

"Kill, no one left." This was his last voice.

The death of the old man in black is like the most effective stimulant in the world. Li Qiangbing had killed the second person in Santa, and the remaining one was already shaking, and his will began to become a little confused.

Dozens of men in black still attacked the divine soldiers like desperate people. Their minds were already confused and their master was dead. They only had one idea, which was to kill the person in front of them and the person in front of them.

"Damn it, go to death." A member of the magic weapon had brutally pulled off the arm of a man in black, and then watched the man in black fight desperately. In anger, the arm was used as a weapon and inserted into the chest of the man in black, shattering his heart.

Or at this moment, they truly appreciate what is the most slaughtering war in the world.

Cao Zhehua had already arrived in the castle with three ups and downs. He saw his acquaintance and the Pope's Royal Guard. At this moment, he had surrounded the masters of the God-Slaying Headquarters. The ground was covered with the bodies of warriors from both sides, with heavy casualties.

At this moment, Ruth faced two of the seven masters of the Pope, a meteor-like dagger, unpredictable. In a trance, Cao Zhehua seemed to see the shadow of destiny.
Chapter completed!