Human life is precious, but, at some point, it is the least valuable thing.

The ten-mile-long street is stained with blood inch by inch.

Jiang Chu couldn't remember how many people he had killed, how many sneak attacks he had broken through in the thunder, and the steps under his feet were still unslow, even if he was now wounded, although, blood dripped down his clothes little by little, leaving a clear trail of blood on the ground.

It's not that he can't leave quickly, it's that he doesn't want to.

Rejecting the Heavenly Star Sect, it is not impossible to say that there are no regrets in his heart, in the face of the pressure of the major forces in the entire royal city, even if his mind is as firm as Jiang Chu, it is inevitable to have an indescribable sense of depression.

And this sense of depression reached the extreme when the ugly slave mentioned the young master of the demon sect who had never met.

The sword blade was cold, but it couldn't chill Jiang Chu's heart.

This feeling of being completely unable to control his own destiny is like when he first embarked on the road of escape, it is an indescribable loneliness and depression, as if he is the only one left in the whole world, facing the dark and long night alone.

Jiang Chu shouldn't be afraid of the night, he understands the rules of the night, and the night is like a natural protective color for him.

But now, the slowly blowing night wind was like a blade, and he shivered all over, just like the child who was still shivering in the cold wind.

Pressing his fingers on the hilt of the sword, feeling the familiar breath of the sword can make him find a little comfort, and then move forward persistently in the dark night.

There were more and more corpses left on the street, and there were more and more wounds on his body, but he didn't feel pain at all, and even, on the contrary, only this feeling of wandering between life and death made him more sober.

"Wow!"

At the end of the long street, in the dull thunder, the torrential rain poured down.

The big drops of rain smashed the face, and the smashed face was extremely painful, and in the rain curtain, the night seemed deeper and deeper.

Standing at the end of the long street, the middle-aged man turned his back to Jiang Chu, holding the Qinglong War Knife in his hand, the end of which was on the ground, and the sharp blade was flashing a little cold in the torrential rain.

Such a knife should not have appeared on such an occasion, but should have appeared in the hands of a general on the battlefield, but it appeared, and it seemed to merge with the back in the rain, without distinguishing from each other.

"You're good, at least, you haven't wasted my time in vain. ”

The middle-aged man did not look back, and the dull voice sounded slowly, revealing a touch of arrogance that was difficult for ordinary people to understand.

Jiang Chu still didn't answer.

The hand that pressed the sword was not abnormal at all, and it was the same as the people he had met on the road before, there was no difference in the slightest, even if the identity of the middle-aged man seemed to be different, and his strength was far stronger than those people before, he couldn't let him even take a second look.

"Bang!"

The big knife in his hand slammed down, and the handle of the knife slammed into the ground, forming a terrifying net, causing the ground to crack instantly and spread at a terrifying speed.

At the same time, more than ten black figures poured out of the night at the same time, like more than ten poisonous snakes lurking in the night, and launched an attack on Jiang Chu at the first time, without the slightest hand, and without the slightest intention of staying in defense and dodging.

These people are the real dead soldiers, and the only value of their existence is to launch this deadly sword at this moment, integrating all their strength and spirit into it, and ignoring the sword of life and death.

Sword move!

Brilliant sword light bloomed in the torrential rain, bringing up a puff of blood mist.

Controlling the rules of the night, this level of sneak attack is meaningless to Jiang Chu, not even a sneak attack at all, his sword is much faster than anyone imagined, even if he faces the fight of more than ten people at the same time, he is not afraid at all.

The tip of the sword pierced into the center of the eyebrows accurately, and it was collected in the brain, no matter where the opponent attacked, it was extremely accurate to shoot, as if it had been practiced countless times, and the accuracy was outrageous.

The essence of Yi swordsmanship was undoubtedly brought into full play at this moment.

You can't even imagine how terrifying it would take to calculate the landing point of each sword so accurately in such a situation.

However, in just a few dozen breaths, all the men in black who attacked had died under the sword, and the blood melted into the rain, adding a bit of bloody smell to this long street, which was disgusting.

However, no matter how accurate the calculation is, in such a short period of time, to break through the blockade of these people, Jiang Chu also has to pay the price, and the new wounds on his body clearly prove that the deaths of those people are not worthless.

The middle-aged man was still standing quietly, as if the life and death of these people had nothing to do with him.

In fact, whether it is him or those who fight to the death, do they understand, no matter how hard they fight and how fast they shoot, it is impossible to stop Jiang Chu, let alone kill Jiang Chu.

But they still didn't hesitate to make a move, because for them, as long as they could add one more wound to Jiang Chu's body, it was enough to make Jiang Chu spend an extra cent of star power, even if it was at the cost of their lives.

Relative to their huge strength, they are indeed insignificant, and Jiang Chu, who is competing with them, seems to be equally insignificant.

"Buzz!"

The knife light is like practice, the middle-aged man jumped up and turned around in an instant, his arms were exerted at the same time, there was no superfluous movement, and the return hand was a knife down.

Because it's simple, it's powerful!

In the battlefield confrontation, there are not too many fancy things between the generals, and the simplest and most violent actions often contain the most terrifying power and killing machines.

Under such a scene, such a knife should not have exerted the evil aura and power of the battlefield, but in the hands of the middle-aged, this knife that fell in the air was like setting off the boundless blood and murderous wildness of the battlefield, and it was cut down in the purest and most violent posture.

In the face of such an attack, Jiang Chu didn't even dare to swing his sword to block it, such a might, such a knife, was not something that the long sword he carried with him could block at all, and forcibly blocking it could only be a sword that would kill people.

In an instant, Jiang Chu suddenly felt a fatal sense of crisis, and his body suddenly brought up a vague afterimage, and before it was impossible, he made a small evasion, and at the same time, the long sword was lightly picked, not blocked, but sharpened by the trend.

Between the lightning and flint, Jiang Chu's exquisite and unparalleled swordsmanship was clearly displayed, whether it was the grasp of the timing, or the direction and angle of the shot, it was wonderful to the peak, almost the Tao.

"Ding!"

The sword blade slashed on the big sword, instantly bringing a burst of sparks, even if it used skillful force to make the sword blade rub the weakest link of this knife, the terrifying power still made Jiang Chu squirt out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person flew out upside down at three times the speed.

"Battlefield Soldiers!"

With a loud cry in his mouth, a blood-colored killing intent appeared in the middle-aged eyes, and the violent killing intent poured out like a tide, the knife was like a raging, slashing the sky and the earth, and in an instant, it seemed that this long street suddenly turned into a battlefield where millions of soldiers were fighting, and that kind of crazy killing intent was beyond the extreme that human beings could reach.

There is no need for any temptation, and the shot is a must-kill!

Too many people have been sacrificed along the way before, middle-aged self-confidence, Jiang Chu is tired to the bone at this moment, whether it is spirit or strength, ten percent of his strength, at most he can only exert sixty percent, such an opportunity, only a quick victory is the best choice.

"Bell!"

In a hurry, even Jiang Chu couldn't completely avoid it, the long sword fell with the trend, and the terrifying sword intent erupted, and in the impossible, it slammed into the blade, forcibly dissolving most of the force, and letting the blade slash diagonally against his cheek.

"Broken!"

A knife missed, the middle-aged man did not hesitate for a minute, and between the flips, the handle of the knife counterattacked and smashed into Jiang Chu's body.

The knife of battlefield fighting, not only the blade can hurt people, under the terrifying power, even the handle of the knife is enough to become a weapon to kill the enemy.

There is no need for too many words, with all his strength, he will not give Jiang Chu the slightest chance to breathe, and he will be killed if he moves.

"Buzz!"

Being in the air, Jiang Chu was hit by this blow, and in an instant, the five organs were displaced, and the sky was spinning for a while, and his consciousness even began to blur, and he bit the tip of his tongue, and through the severe pain, he recovered some of his spirit slightly, Jiang Chu didn't dare to have the slightest reservation, his fingertips flickered, and a little starlight suddenly bloomed.

Star Core Finger!

At the real moment of life and death, Jiang Chu finally pointed out the star core finger, and in an instant, the star power and sword intent of the whole body were evacuated, and it condensed into a star sword more than ten meters long in the air, and the natal star in the center of the eyebrows flashed away, and it was also integrated into this star sword!

"Click!"

The power of this crazy condensation has exceeded the limit of what the space can carry, and the entire space trembles between breaths, and with this finger star sword, the surrounding space collapses at the same time!

Unbeatable!

In the past, Jiang Chu only had the time of condensing the star realm, and the power of a finger sword star was comparable to the middle stage of the star fusion, but now he stepped into the condensing star, felt the immortal sword intent, and did his best to point out this finger star sword, and the condensed power was completely beyond Jiang Chu's control, reaching an unimaginable extreme.

Even the invincible broadsword was equally eclipsed under this finger star sword.

"Click!"

The blade shattered, just the moment of contact, the terrifying big blade blade was shattered, turning into a little cold light splashing out, the star sword castrated unabated, slashing into the middle-aged man's chest, a sword blasted it into several sections, and before it was even time to be terrified, it died completely.

No matter how much preparation was made before, no matter how it was deduced, no one in the royal city could guess that the star core was pointing in!

The power of this finger has completely exceeded the extreme that Jiang Chu's realm can achieve, and once it is pointed out, it is really devastating and irresistible.

The body fell to the ground fiercely, Jiang Chu's whole body seemed to be about to fall apart, all the strength dissipated with this point, and now Jiang Chu was even worse than an ordinary person, and the heavy injuries made him infinitely close to death.

However, even so, Jiang Chu did not fall, but slowly struggled to let the wound burst, and stubbornly got up, struggling forward in the torrential rain.

In Jiang Chu's world, there is no room to retreat, as long as there is still a breath, as long as there is no complete death, you will never give up.

At this moment, Jiang Chu is like the child who was only twelve years old at the beginning, but he was chasing and killing again and again, enduring hunger and cold, and running as hard as he could, stubborn and lonely.

The long street has come to an end, but the danger is not over.

In the distance, a resentful face vaguely appeared, with a smug sneer and pride, indifferently watching Jiang Chu struggle forward little by little.

The pale yellow robe was only tied to his body, and the Seventh Prince slowly raised his head.

(To be continued)