Liu Song and Li Lin followed Zhu Zhenglie's gaze, and they were both stunned.

Xiang Chen was standing less than twenty meters away from Zhu Zhenglie, staring at him deadly.

He was hunched up, due to an injury to his side ribs.

It's just that what makes the two of them a little frightened is Xiang Chen's dark eyes, such eyes, they have never seen them, even if they are far away, and the person staring at them is Zhu Zhenglie instead of them, Liu Li and the others can't help but get goosebumps.

"He used a knife?" Liu Song no longer looked at Xiang Chen's eyes and suddenly asked.

Li Lin shook his head: "I remember...... He seems to be a martial artist with fists. ”

"And what's the deal with the knife in his hand?"

At this time, Xiang Chen's hand was obliquely holding a slender sword with a length of one meter and five.

The handle of the sword is black as a whole, mixed with red lines in the black, and the sword grid is simple and unpretentious, revealing the traces of time.

The blade is a normal dark silver, about three fingers wide and more than a meter long, with just the right curvature and great beauty. It is engraved with wavy moire, revealing the mystery and mystery.

The blade shone with a cold light, and people would not suspect that this was a peerless blade that could be broken.

"Good knives!"

Li Lin, who was also a knife user, couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

At first glance, the shape of the knife is not exaggerated, but the structure is perfectly ergonomic and exudes a subtle sense of subtlety.

Li Lin's first impression was that this was a knife as delicate as a singer.

But then he didn't think so.

After staring at the beautiful wavy cloud pattern for a while, in his eyes, the singer changed, as if in an instant she had turned into a smiling Shura, wielding a butcher's knife and vowing to kill the common people.

Li Lin abruptly looked away, panting violently, and there was also a heavy breathing sound beside him, Li Lin turned his head to look at Liu Song, who also looked shocked.

The two looked at each other and understood the meaning in each other's eyes.

What an evil knife!

……

Zhu Zhenglie was also shocked by the wonder of this knife.

But when she was different from Liu Song and Li Lin, a trace of greed soon flashed in her eyes.

This knife is extraordinary!

But only the people closest to him could feel the extraordinaryness of the demon knife village, and no matter how far away, those who watched the battle a hundred meters away looked like it was just an ordinary knife.

"You deserved to die." Xiang Chen said suddenly.

It's just that his voice has changed greatly from what he used to be, hoarse, like a broken bellows.

Zhu Zhenglie glanced back at the people of the iron-boned mercenary group behind him, they were either seriously injured and fell to the ground, or they were not frightened, in short, they were no longer threatening.

"Since you're in a hurry to find death, I'll take care of you first." Zhu Zhenglei smiled, and the black lines on his face were wrinkled, "It's a pity, I want you to take a good look at how these people died tragically because of you." ”

Xiang Chen didn't answer, just lowered his head, pointed the demon knife at the ground, and walked towards Zhu Zhenglie step by step.

From the time the demon knife was unsheathed to the present, a few seconds have passed, and Xiang Chen has almost reached the limit.

"The Fierce Tiger is born!"

Zhu Zhenglie slapped the ground with both feet, blasting out like a cannonball, and at a distance of twenty meters, he stomped on the ground twice, and in the midst of the shaking of the mountains, Zhu Zhenglie pounced in front of Xiang Chen.

"Little brute, remember to tell Lord Yama when you go to hell that it was you Grandpa Zhu who killed you!"

The monstrous ferocity and true qi condensed, Zhu Zhenglie smashed out with a punch, the tiger's roar suddenly sounded, and a black tiger formed by the convergence of true qi was entrenched on his arm, and the tiger's mouth and its fist coincided together, blasting towards Xiang Chen with an unstoppable momentum.

Li Lin closed his eyes in despair, he thought that he would die one step first, and the rest would be out of sight and out of mind, but he didn't think about it, in the end, he still saw this heroic young man die in front of him first.

Liu Song shook his head and smiled bitterly, what is the difference between dying early and dying late?

The spectators scattered around were equally attentive.

The nine members of the Hydra Mercenary Group showed an excited expression, they were typical of watching the excitement and not thinking it was a big deal, not to mention the fall of a genius, which made these people feel inexplicably excited.

But there are also people who shake their heads and regret it, but they will not offend Zhu Zhenglie for an outsider after all.

In the gap between the boulders that no one noticed, a figure turned into a remnant of the Dao Dao, and quickly swept towards Zhu Zhenglie, and there was a trace of chagrin in his pair of blue eyes.

"Damn, why did you suddenly stand up again?!"

He obviously didn't expect that when Zhu Zhenglie and Liu Song were fighting, Xiang Chen, who had been slumped, would suddenly stand up, and caused Zhu Zhenglie's murderous intentions.

It all happened so suddenly, he couldn't react.

Seeing that Zhu Zhenglie's killing punch was about to fall on Xiang Chen, this person's eyes were round, and his face was full of disbelief.

"Demon Knife, Slash !!!!"

Accompanied by a hoarse roar, there was a black thread that pierced the sky.

Black is a mixture of extreme rage and murder.

The black silk threads reflected the round eyeballs, and without a pause, they swept over Zhu Zhenglie's black tiger true qi and iron fist.

Zhu Zhenglie's sinister smile froze on his face, and a trace of horror slowly replaced it.

He watched as the fist he relied on for his life galloping through the wilderness was cut through the black silk thread.

Before he could feel anything, his five fingers slowly slid down his fists.

Zhu Zhenglie maintained the posture of punching and did not move, Xiang Chen inserted the demon knife back into the scabbard, and the demon knife was so clean that there was not even a drop of blood, and he walked past Zhu Zhenglie step by step, with a little stagger.

"You ......" Zhu Zhenglie turned his head to look at Xiang Chen.

"You're dead." Xiang Chen didn't look back, and said hoarsely.

I'm dead?

Zhu Zhenglie wanted to laugh, he was about to ignore his severed right hand and turn around to stop this arrogant boy, but suddenly found that Xiang Chen's figure was constantly rising in his sight.

He even found that not only Xiang Chen, but the whole world was moving upwards, and the warriors watching around him were looking at him with an extremely frightened gaze, and just when he didn't know why, a dull sound of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded.

Zhu Zhenglie touched the ground within reach, and then looked back and saw a pair of legs connected to the waist maintaining a standing posture, and at the position of the waist, a mirror-like cut surface was bubbling blood.

"Familiar ......"

His eyes bulged suddenly, and with it, a sharp pain and a sense of emptiness that almost overwhelmed his consciousness.

"Ah!!!!h

Zhu Zhenglie howled in pain frantically, and in hindsight, he understood that Xiang Chen's knife just now not only cut off his five fingers, but also split him from his waist into two pieces.

"Shhhhh

The sound of breathing was sounded, and the warriors watching the battle around looked at the staggering young man, as if staring at some kind of monster.

"What just happened?" The leader of the Hydra Mercenary Regiment, the middle-aged man with a hooked nose grabbed a free warrior and asked sharply, as if to hide the fear in his heart in this way.

"Zhu, Zhu Zhenglie was beheaded!" The free warrior didn't dare to resist, so he had to say what he saw in a trembling voice.

The hook-nosed middle-aged man pushed away the free warrior and gasped unconsciously.

It's unbelievable!

Zhu Zhenglie, who was cut into two sections, did not die, even if an ordinary person was cut in half, he would not die immediately, with the vitality of Zhu Zhenglie's eight-star martial artist, although he lost the ability to move, his upper body lying on the ground was still full of energy.

It's just that this neutrality is completely reflected in his loud howl of pain.

No one can believe that Zhu Zhenglie, who was invincible before, would have such a tragic situation at this time. For the beheading he planned to show the public, most people believe that Zhu Zhenglie will become the final winner.

Only a small number of people speculated that perhaps Zhang Bo and Wang Kui might be rescued and left.

But no one could have predicted that the eight-star martial artist Zhu Zhenglie would end up with an incarnation of two stages, and the initiator of all this was just a young man who was still very immature in the eyes of most people.

Xiang Chen walked to Li Lin and Liu Song, the blackness in his eyes had all receded, but when he glanced at the remaining six members of the Furious Mercenary Regiment, these six people took a step back neatly.

Just kidding, didn't you see that the blood of their head was going to be drained?

"Little Brother ......"

For Xiang Chen, even Liu Song and Li Lin were a little in awe.

"Let's go." Xiang Chen said in a very small voice in the ears of the two of them.

Liu and Li's bodies shook, they were extremely close to Xiang Chen, so they could clearly see that the brilliance in Xiang Chen's eyes was rapidly disappearing, although he was still open, but Liu and Li had never seen such a dim look from the eyes of a healthy living person.

It was a feeling of weakness in the face of a dying life.

The two looked at each other, the crisis has not been resolved!