In the face of the overwhelming arrows, Rao is Wang Chen couldn't help but scold.

"Damn, it's none of my business. ”

While running and scolding, the figure is like a spirit monkey, dodging the arrows that come from the fire, these arrows are made of a special material, the power is huge, falling on the ground, like a cannonball, the impact turned into a hurricane, deafening.

However, with Wang Chen's degree, he still dodged it, but before he could take a breath, the shouting and killing sound in the sky came roaring, looking at the skeleton people who were surging like a tide, Wang Chen was completely angry.

It's too much of a bully, even if I die today, I have to fight with you.

The fleeing figure immediately stopped, and a strong battle intent emerged in his eyes, coupled with his vicissitudes of life, especially the shocking scar, the iron and blood intent surged.

Rumble!

A punch was vibrated and directly hit a skeleton man who was slashing at him, a crisp sound sounded, and the skeleton man was directly shattered by Wang Chen's punch, followed by dozens of skeleton people surrounded Wang Chen, and the big knife in his hand exuded a cold air, with the belief that he would kill, and he regretfully cut it down.

Wang Chen did not retreat but advanced, and when he rushed out, several punches blasted out, like chopping melons and vegetables, and several skeletons were solved in a breath, but the number of these skeletons was too much, and there was no situation to break the situation at all.

Simply, Wang Chen let go of his heart, and everywhere he went, like a god of death, he harvested all the skeleton people.

This battle lasted for several hours, and finally Wang Chen had a moment, his physical strength was exhausted, and he was slashed in the back by a skeleton man, and the blood gushed like a spring, especially the heart-wrenching pain, which made Wang Chen feel a thrill and realize that all this was real, if he didn't pay attention to it a little, he would really fall and die here.

Gritting his teeth, ignoring the pain in his back, the figure rushed out again, harvesting one skeleton man after another.

Vaguely, even Wang Chen did not appear, it seems that at this moment, he has changed, as if he has crossed the river of years, so that time has been reversed, as if he is now the killing god who is at war between the two countries, Bai Qi.

That one, the demon that makes people tremble when they hear the name!

All this would not have appeared, but because of that mask, like a medium, Wang Chen was forced back to the battle of the past.

"Bai Qi, you are destined to fall here today. ”

"Today, I want to use your blood to pay tribute to the hundreds of thousands of heroes who have passed away in my Jiangcheng. ”

"Hahaha......"

On the mountain peak in the distance, the voice of the skeleton general echoed in all directions, and the triumphant voice was full of pride.

The skeletons below seemed to be inspired by the general's fighting spirit, and one by one they rushed towards Wang Chen with fanaticism and obsession, looking like they would use crowd tactics to drag him down even if they couldn't beat him.

The killing was going on all the time, Wang Chen gradually became numb, he didn't know how many skeletons he had killed, only those red eyes, gradually encroaching on everything he had, as if he wanted to forcibly erase Wang Chen completely and make him another person.

And that person is none other than Bai Qi!

The mask that disappeared on Wang Chen's face, as Wang Chen killed one skeleton man after another, there was a sign of recovery, and even because of this sign of recovery, in Wang Chen's mind, a memory that should not have belonged to him, but it was real.

"Death Scythe, Return!"

Wang Chen's hoarse voice came out of his throat, the sound was not loud, and when it fell into the void, it was like a loud noise that was enough to shake the sky, shaking in all directions, followed by countless rainbow lights flying and condensing in Wang Chen's palm, and almost in the blink of an eye, a black sickle appeared in his hand.

The death scythe, several feet long, was pitch black throughout, and the bright blade was glowing with a bloodthirsty scarlet.

Holding this scythe, Wang Chen felt a coldness permeate his whole body along the palm of his hand, but a sense of familiarity surged into his heart, as if this death scythe was a part of his life.

"Give me death!"

Suddenly, the scythe in his hand slashed towards him, picking up a cold shadow like the waning moon, and in an instant, several skulls screamed and flew into ashes.

These skeletons were unconscious, but after seeing the sickle in Wang Chen's hand, they couldn't help but tremble, it seemed to be instinct, but they looked at the sickle in Wang Chen's hand, and at the same time, they were afraid and at the same time, their hearts were swept with monstrous hatred and anger, because before they were alive, they were harvested by this sickle.

With the Death Scythe, Wang Chen's combat power doubled, and in a few breaths, he actually killed all the skeletons within a range of dozens of feet around him.

He held the Death Scythe, his resolute eyes revealed a sense of iron and blood, the corners of his clothes fluttered slowly with the wind, and for a while, in the eyes of all the skeletons, Wang Chen seemed to have become a god, a Shura killing god who had killed countless people in the world and sucked countless blood.

"Kill. ”

Wang Chen let out a low roar, and the sound fell into the void, forming countless echoes, causing a killing sound to reverberate throughout the sky.

The figure rushed out and disappeared into the skeleton, staring and reaping as much as it wanted, like a killing machine that would never stop.

"Cavalry formation, charge and kill!"

On the top of the mountain, the skeleton general gave an order, and countless bone horses drilled out of the ground, and in the roar, one by one the skeleton people turned over and got on their horses, and went straight to Wang Chen.

At the same time, the ground surged again, and one by one the bone beasts roared out, with endless bloodthirsty intent, and went straight to Wang Chen.

In this battle of the sea of people, Wang Chen's ability to hold out for so long with his own strength is already the biggest limit.

Rao is blessed with the scythe of death, and his energy is also consumed in the slashing again and again, and the only thing that can support him is a will, a will that is unwilling to admit defeat and unwilling to accept fate.

Looking at the overwhelming bone horse cavalry and bone beasts, Wang Chen smiled, especially the scar on his face that spread to the root of his ear, under this smile, it became more and more hideous.

He knew that he was about to lose his breath, maybe in the next breath, but he could die, and his will would not die.

He took a deep breath, activated the little spiritual power left in his body, and suddenly took a step, and suddenly, a momentum like an imperial general spread out on his body.

It seems that at this moment, he has truly become Bai Qi, not Wang Chen.

He is the man on this battlefield!

He shoulders a responsibility, but also a kind of dignity, a kind of dignity that never gives up.

"Where is the Bai Family?"

Raising his head, his voice was wrapped in spiritual power, regrettably spread in all directions, echoing above the sky, the sound was like thunder, rolling away.

(End of chapter)