Although the cold-faced demon king was shocked by the scene in front of him, he also knew very well that the skills of Ling Yun's gang were indeed rare in the world.

However, how could the cold-faced demon king be willing to give up.

Because, he didn't see Ling Yun's real move, and he had to do another final fight.

Perhaps, this fight ended up failing, but he knew very well that even if he could escape back, he would inevitably die.

It's better to fight to the end, maybe there may be a glimmer of hope for life, that is, if he dies in battle, his family will also get a large pension from the Golden Chainflower Organization.

So, the cold-faced demon king sneered and said: "I didn't understand until today that the red wolf, known as the number one warrior in the rivers and lakes, turned out to be mixed up by the ability of his brother, and you haven't fought with me yet, how can you say that you can convince me?" ”

Ling Yun slowly raised his head, looked at the cold-faced Demon King Zhu Yanzhi, and said with a sneer: "You mean, you want to compete with me?" ”

The cold-faced demon king pointed at Ling Yun and said, "If you really have the ability, then you can come and fight with me yourself, so that I can be convinced." ”

After the lone wolf heard the words of the cold-faced demon king, his eyes radiated a gloomy green light, holding the wolf warrior knife in his hand, he took a step forward, and in an instant, his whole body bloomed with a sharp cold air, this cold eyes and the evil aura of the whole body immediately made the cold-faced demon king involuntarily take two steps back.

Ling Yun looked at the posture of the lone wolf, and was about to wave his war knife to rush forward, and said lightly: "Lone wolf, let my brother come to this battle, so that this kid will have regrets when he dies, and I will fulfill him!" ”

The lone wolf nodded, retreated a little reluctantly, and said to Ling Yun: "Brother, just like him, do you want to do it?" ”

"You guys rest for a while, I'll send this cold-faced demon king!" Ling Yun slowly walked forward.

The lone wolf glared at the cold-faced demon king and roared: "You're done, cold-faced demon king!" ”

The voice of the lone wolf, like a ghost crying wolf, is creepy in the cold wind of this dark night.

The cold-faced demon king heard the lone wolf's cry like a wolf howl, and his whole body shuddered.

At this time, Ling Yun walked towards the Cold-Faced Demon King, he shook the Cold-Faced Sword in his hand, stood in front of the Cold-Faced Demon King as he wanted, looked at them indifferently, and said coldly: "Since you want to die, then I will fulfill you and send you on your way!" ”

Ling Yun's deep voice was particularly gloomy in the cold dark night, and the cold-faced demon king's originally stiff face raised extreme anger.

Obviously, Ling Yun's words were contempt and disdain for the cold-faced demon king!

The cold-faced demon king thinks that no matter how he says, he is also a killer with some fame and status in the rivers and lakes, how can he be humiliated like this!

This is definitely an extreme provocation, this is definitely the most direct insult!

Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated!

The cold-faced demon king is also a bloody man, how can he be so despised by others!

At this moment, the Cold-Faced Demon King had forgotten the extremely unfavorable situation he was in, and he wanted to fight to the death with Ling Yun, the Cold-Faced Demon King clenched his machete and roared angrily towards Ling Yun.

The cold-faced demon king waved the sharp machete in his hand, carrying a wisp of cold knife wind, and slashed at Ling Yun's head on the opposite side, this knife was extremely fierce and strong.

Ling Yun twisted his body slightly, letting go to the side, and did not directly take the knife of the Cold Face Demon King.

At this time, the Cold-Faced Demon King continued to wield the battle knife, pouring the true qi of his whole body onto this machete. The power of the machete erupted arrogantly from the tip of the blade.

Ling Yun felt that the sword wind of the cold-faced demon king's knife was really extremely powerful, and from this knife wind, he could feel that the person who used this knife must be a person with deep internal strength and fierce knife skills.

After the cold-faced demon king slashed into the air, he immediately stabbed the machete straight out again, heading straight for the back of Ling Yun's heart.

Ling Yun smiled slightly, looking at the two knives of the Cold-faced Demon King, and admired that the person who used this combat knife was definitely a first-class master.

Although the cold-faced demon king slashed and killed with a few knives, it completely showed his strength.

Moreover, each knife slashed through, as fast as if it was a simultaneous move, only to see that one knife had already slashed at Ling Yun's chest, and the second knife seemed to be casually disclosed and slashed at his left and right.

These two knives blocked all the roads left and right of Ling Yun, and Ling Yun was about to retreat.

The cold-faced demon king held the machete a little impatiently, and suddenly slashed at Ling Yun's back.

In an instant, Ling Yun suddenly felt a cold wind behind him pressing towards his backbone.

Ling Yun's sixth sense had already told him that the tip of the cold-faced demon king's machete would not be more than an inch away from him, and as long as he was slightly distracted, this sharp knife would directly plunge into Ling Yun's back.

At this time, a smug and contemptuous smile flashed across the face of the cold-faced demon king.

The Cold-Faced Demon King would never believe that Ling Yun could still retreat from under the fierce attack of his machete.

However, when the tip of the cold-faced demon king's knife slashed across Ling Yun's back, he suddenly saw that Ling Yun under the knife didn't seem to feel that this was a fatal kill, and he didn't feel the impending danger at all.

Ling Yun's right hand trembled, and he suddenly flashed the Chilling Cicada Sword.

After a crisp sound, the Crickly Sword shimmered brightly under the flickering streetlights.

The Cold-Faced Demon King thought that Ling Yun would block this sword from the machete in his hand.

However, this was not the case, and it was extremely unexpected to him.

Ling Yun's Chilling Cicada Sword didn't have any fancy features, and it slashed straight at the throat of the Cold-Faced Demon King.

The cold-faced demon king was frightened by Ling Yun's extremely fast move, and he fell back to the sky, in order to dodge the sharp sword stabbed by Ling Yun.

In an instant, Ling Yun quickly moved his footsteps, and the Chilling Cicada Sword seemed to grow several inches, directly stabbing into the right arm of the Cold-Faced Demon King.

The cold-faced demon king suddenly felt pain in his arm, and when he reached out and touched it, a wisp of blood dripped from his shoulder, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

The cold-faced demon king took advantage of the situation to shoot a dart, and this dart flew strangely towards Ling Yun's throat under the flickering light.

Ling Yun sneered, and the Chilling Cicada Sword in his hand suddenly drew a ghostly arc in midair, only to hear a crisp sound, the Chilling Cicada Sword blocked the Cold-Faced Demon King's hidden weapon, and knocked this dart out.

This blow bounced the dart back at an even faster speed, and the dart hit the left shoulder of the Cold-Faced Demon King.

Before the Cold-Faced Demon King could react, Ling Yun rushed in front of the Cold-Faced Demon King with an arrow step, and the Chilling Cicada Sword once again slashed a perfect arc in mid-air, breaking the Cold-Faced Demon King's ankle.

The cold-faced demon king was taken aback, this was Ling Yun teasing him, if Ling Yun wanted to kill him now, he would have already cut his throat at the time of the first knife.

This time, the Cold-Faced Demon King didn't see Ling Yun kill as the legend did, as strong and ruthless as he did.

But I saw Ling Yun's killing methods, it was so beautiful, in this cold and dark night, like a soul-seducing ghost, it seemed to be as delicate as flowing water, but it was ruthless, and the knife could hit the opponent's vital point, and it could end the opponent's life at any time.

The Cold-Faced Demon King had already sensed that death was creeping close to him.

He knew very well that Ling Yun could kill him with a single sword when he had injured his right arm with the first sword, however, Ling Yun had shifted the chilling sword in his hand to his right arm.

On the second blow to the dart, the Cold-Faced Demon King could clearly feel that Ling Yun's wrist shook as he struck the dart, and he deliberately hit the dart on his left arm.

However, Ling Yun just didn't kill him, but chose to injure him little by little, which was completely an extremely contemptuous style of Ling Yun's play.

The Cold-Faced Demon King had already seen that Ling Yun wanted to break his will little by little, and then kill him.

The Cold-Faced Demon King was almost furious, he felt that this was a direct humiliation, he angrily waved the machete in his hand and slashed at Ling Yun again.

However, this kind of attack, which has already been chaotic, is tantamount to asking for a dead end.

Ling Yun didn't pay attention to the cold-faced demon king's extremely powerful slash, instead, the right side of his body was slightly overwhelmed by the cold-faced demon king's slash.

At the same time, Ling Yun stabbed the Chilling Cicada Sword towards the lower path of the Cold-Faced Demon King, like a dragonfly.

There was another scream, and the other ankle of the cold-faced demon king was picked by Ling Yun.

The cold-faced demon king stumbled a few times, he put the machete in his hand on the ground to support himself, and took a deep breath.

Although the Cold-Faced Demon King was unwilling to admit defeat, Ling Yun's several lesson-like injuries to his limbs made the Cold-Faced Demon King fear Ling Yun.

Once a person has a sense of fear, his body's reaction will become sluggish, and the offensive will inevitably become slow.

Ling Yun was still hesitating in the eyes of the Cold-Faced Demon King, and swung the Chilling Cicada Sword in his hand, stabbing at the wrist of the Cold-Faced Demon King's knife like lightning.

The cold-faced demon king fell down in an instant, he sat on the ground, looking at Ling Yun in the cold night, like an unshakable god of war, slowly inserting the chilling sword into his chest.

A cold wind blew, and the Cold-Faced Demon King felt a burst of coldness, and he looked at everything around him in despair, it was a dark night full of blood.

At this moment, he remembered that when he accepted this assignment, his friend had told him that it was perhaps the worst choice of his life.

He didn't believe it at the time, he thought that no one in this world could be strong enough to be surpassed.

However, at this moment, he completely believes that some things cannot be done with enthusiasm.

However, by the time the Cold-Faced Demon King understood all this, it was already too late, and it was a pity that he didn't have a chance.

Ling Yun glanced at the cold-faced Demon King who was gradually losing his sense of life, and he sighed lightly.

Ling Yun looked around, the night was suffocating.

The cold wind, mixed with the strong smell of blood, became stronger and stronger in the depths of this dark night.