At this time, the Yin Nightmare finally discovered that something was wrong, the speed and combat power of the dead seemed to be much stronger than before, she looked at the precarious celestial people and ferocity, her heart turned sharply, but she did not choose to help, but suddenly ran in the opposite direction.

Even if she is added, she may not be the opponent of the dead, it is better to control Meng Changli first, and then threaten the dead.

At this moment, Meng Changli had only turned a few street corners, and she was not completely out of the scope of the nightmare's perception at all, a gloomy look appeared on the girl's face, and her speed was almost increased to the extreme, and she disappeared in place in an instant.

And the celestial who noticed the sudden departure of the nightmare seemed to have guessed what she wanted to do, and while struggling to resist the attack of the dead, he yelled urgently: "If you don't stop, Meng Changli won't be able to save it either!" ”

The dead man's cold eyes flashed slightly, he paused, looked at the two guys in front of him who barely had much combat ability left, and said in a hoarse voice: "Let you die today, let me meet you next time, I will be killed." ”

The lower half of the mask of the fierce man shattered, revealing his white cheeks, he no longer had the strength to speak, and at the moment when the dead man stopped attacking, the celestial man quickly flashed to his side, dragged the fierce man, took a deep look at the dead man, and then quickly disappeared at the end of the alley.

On the other side, Meng Changli ran desperately, but his heart suddenly became depressed, and the alarm in his heart suddenly rose, he subconsciously fell to the ground and rolled to the wall on the spot, but he just avoided the claw of the gloom that fell from the sky.

The nightmare that wanted to make Meng Changli lose the ability to resist missed a blow, and was just about to attack again, but she felt a strong pressure coming from the front, she suddenly raised her head, only to see a familiar figure slowly walking towards her in front of her, gray broken hair, blood-red eyes, and the corners of the eyes were dotted with demonic blood and tears, which looked particularly evil.

"You...... How can it be?! ”

The Nightmare shouted in disbelief, she was sure that her attack was enough to make the person in front of her lose all mobility, and even close her eyes and wait for death, but now, this guy actually reappeared in front of her.

Moreover, the momentum on this man's body is far stronger than that of him before.

Chu Zhaoran approached the two step by step, obviously only one step away, Yin Xiao could capture the target of this trip, but she didn't dare to move, the oppressive force brought to her by the gray-haired man was too huge, even more terrifying than the previous dead.

The killing intent that almost turned into substance almost made her unable to breathe.

Yin Xiao suddenly took out the mask from the cloak, covering the face of the originally handsome girl, and wanted to transform into the silver-haired woman again, but at this moment, Chu Zhaoran disappeared in an instant!

He instantly came to the body of the Nightmare, and with a thunderous punch, he went straight to the face of the Nightmare, and smashed it into the black demon mask, smashing it to pieces.

This punch was so fast that it was impossible for the Nightmare to guard against it at all, and he flew out upside down in an instant, his face became bloody and blurred, and he screamed miserably.

And the screams of the Yin Nightmare seemed to stimulate Chu Zhaoran even more, the blood red in his eyes became more and more intense, and before the Yin Nightmare landed, he immediately bullied forward, and a pair of meat fists fell on the Yin Nightmare's face like raindrops.

Yin Wei resisted desperately, and his steel-clawed hand desperately tore the flesh and blood on Chu Zhaoran's chest, leaving more than a dozen claw marks that were visible to the bone, but as his screams became lower and lower, the strength of the counterattack gradually weakened.

"Die!"

The gray-haired man looked like a mad demon, and with a punch of all his strength, he violently exploded the head of the nightmare, smashing into the ground and causing the earth to tremble slightly, and the fine cracks quickly spread to all sides, so frightened that Meng Changli leaned against the wall and didn't dare to make a sound.

He didn't know what the situation was now, whether the terrifying man in front of him was friend or foe, but there was no doubt that once he was targeted, he would not be able to live for ten lives.

The Nightmare is dead.

Dead completely.

The sight of the splashing of red and white things was deeply reflected in Chu Zhaoran's eyes, he slowly stood up, with a terrifying momentum, turned around, and his blood-red gaze fell on Meng Changli.

The corners of Meng Changli's mouth twitched, and his voice trembled slightly: "This ...... Sir, I am Meng Changli of the Chuanmeng, and I am not in the same group as the guy you killed, and I was also hunted down. ”

Chu Zhaoran didn't say a word, his eyes didn't fluctuate in the slightest, and he slowly walked towards Meng Changli, which made Meng Changli realize that his words didn't seem to have any effect at all.

Just when he thought he might die, a black and red wind suddenly blew around him.

The next moment, the figure of the dead man appeared in front of him, holding a blood-colored serrated sword, and staring coldly at the gray-haired man in front of him.

"Who are you?"

The dead man said coldly.

Chu Zhaoran didn't answer, and the blood red in his eyes flickered slightly.

At this time, the dead realized that something was wrong, the cloak corpse and the broken black mask lying on the ground, as well as the traces of the battle present, it was obvious that the person in front of him had killed the member of the Relic Demon named Gloom.

Since he is not a member of the Relic Demon, there is no need to fight.

Thinking of this, the battle intent in the dead man's heart subsided slightly, and his mind relaxed slightly for a moment, but at this moment, the gray-haired man in front of him suddenly made a move, he raised a horizontal punch, instantly killed the dead man's body, and smashed it on the dead man's shoulder with a terrifying speed and power, and swept the dead man's body away.

Burst.

The dead man's mouthful of rich blood sprayed on the black-red long sword in his hand, and the blood light on the long sword became more and more demonic, he wiped the corners of his mouth, turned over and stood up at a very fast speed, and stiffly straightened his strange twisted shoulders, but the cold light in his eyes suddenly condensed.

"Pure Flesh S-Class ......"

Seeing an inhuman existence standing on the left and right sides, Meng Changli's forehead was covered with fine cold sweat, and his footsteps quietly moved towards the side of the dead, for fear that the range of movements would be too large to attract the attention of the gray-haired man on the other side.

The atmosphere instantly became solemn, Chu Zhaoran did not immediately pursue after throwing a punch, he subconsciously felt that the opponent in front of him was not easy to deal with, and stood in place and slowly gathered momentum.

But if he doesn't move, it doesn't mean that the dead don't move, the power of 'Hissing Wind Drinking Blood' is still in his body, and the surrounding bloody qi is too thick, which stimulates the increase in the power of Hissing Wind and Drinking Blood, a breeze blows, the figure of the dead disappears in an instant, Chu Zhaoran also moved suddenly, and the figures of the two launched a fierce collision in the narrow alleyway.

How strong is the power of the S-Class.

As a human combat force that can hardly shake the lord-level red demon head-on, each S-level armored martial god of the Gonglian has extremely powerful destructive power and lethality.

What kind of concept is it to reach the S rank without relying on the power of armor and relying on one's pure physical fitness?

He didn't know that Meng Changli was not a combatant, but just from this moment, this kind of battle was not at all the extent that he could see clearly.

Because of the scruple of Meng Changli's existence, the violent wind of the dead seemed to have subsided slightly, deliberately avoiding and even protecting the area where Meng Changli was located, but even so, the surging black wind destroyed the entire alleyway, and even affected the surrounding buildings.

And the figures of the two, the speed of movement and fighting, is difficult to capture with the naked eyes of ordinary people, the fierce sound of breaking the air and the sound of wind explosions one after another, blood, constantly splashing out of the center of the collision, falling on the wall and even the ground, smashing out holes half an inch deep.

If this battle goes to the end, the outcome, no one can guess.

The dead man relied on the ability to "hiss the wind and drink blood", and the two of them were more and more seriously injured, but his speed and strength continued to increase, and he thought that he could use this climbing momentum to defeat this mysterious enemy in front of him in one fell swoop.

But he found that although the opponent in front of him was getting more and more seriously injured, the wounds on his body were also healing rapidly, and the abilities of the whole person in all aspects also increased, and dark red steam was emitted from all over his body.

It's incredible.

The dead man was very puzzled, he was able to do this with the power of fire, but how could the person in front of him have such tenacious combat effectiveness?

As the mental oppression became more and more intense, and the restriction on 'Hissing Wind Drinking Blood' was about to reach the limit of his control, the dead man's eyes became extremely solemn, and this was the first time he had faced such a difficult opponent.

Wielding the serrated long sword, he left a sword mark on the gray-haired man's body, and the huge force directly split it back a few steps, but the man never fell, the wounds on his body were dense, and the scarlet blood flowed down his trouser leg to the ground, which had already stained the ground under his feet, but the man still did not fall, he was repulsed, and immediately rushed up with a fist, and smashed it on his body.

Boom!

Another fierce collision, but this time, neither of them continued to fight back, they both gasped desperately, the dead man stared closely at the enemy in front of him, he suddenly smiled slightly, wiped the blood line overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and muttered: "It's been a long time, I haven't been forced into such a desperate situation." ”

Chu Zhaoran didn't say a word, and black blood gradually flowed out of the wounds all over his body, and then the wounds came out again with steam, slowly healing.

"Dead senior, he is not necessarily an enemy, why do you want to fight to the death like this?" Meng Changli said nervously.

"This guy, he doesn't have his mind right now, and if he wants to calm him down, he can only knock him out head-on." The dead man said lightly.

"Don't worry, you can see that this guy has now entered a strange state, as if he is consuming his life force, I won't let him die, I know it in my heart."

On the ground, Chu Zhaoran's body moved again, the dead man's expression changed rapidly, and he suddenly waved his big sword to block his fist, and the next moment, he suddenly took the long sword in his hand out of his hand, smashed Chu Zhaoran's body, and then took advantage of the situation to pounce, resisted the shoulder and took two punches, the sound of bone cracking was clearly audible, hugged Chu Zhaoran's body, and the two rolled together.

The dead man gritted his teeth and slapped Chu Zhaoran the back of the neck, but he couldn't stun him at all, Chu Zhaoran punched and smashed on his back, the dead man's expression remained unchanged, and suddenly a mouthful of thick blood sprayed on Chu Zhaoran's face, and then slapped his palm his heavenly spirit, Chu Zhaoran stiffened, his blood-red pupils darkened slightly, and closed abruptly.

Boom!

The two fell to the ground heavily, and the dead man lay on Chu Zhaoran's body, and he didn't have the strength to stand up again.

"Dead seniors!"

Meng Changli hurriedly ran over.

But the dead man did not respond, he came closer to see that the dead man was also exhausted, exhausted the last of his strength, and fell into a fainting.

Looking at the two defeated people in front of him, Meng Changli gritted his teeth, he didn't have any communication equipment on his body, groped for the dead man, but found that his communicator had already been shattered in the fight, so he had to grit his teeth and pick up the dead man, and with the other hand supporting Chu Zhaoran's body, he turned around and walked towards East Langton Square with difficulty.