Never go back!

The sad eyes suddenly flickered with a fire of stubbornness, stubbornness, stubbornness towards himself.

Decades of forbearance had already made him have demons, and his body subconsciously retreated, and his right leg moved back half an inch without him noticing.

It's just half an inch!

But the sorrow was suddenly shocked, and at the same time, the endless anger was ignited immediately with this half inch!

No refund!

He forcibly stopped his body, and now he is sad, the sad fall who wants to shoot down and bury all the sorrows that override him, not a hidden soul.

The hidden soul will retreat, and the sorrow will never retreat!

This is his stubbornness, getting rid of the cautious stubbornness that has been ingrained in his heart for a long time, he will not retreat, he will fight......

Fight to the death!

The fierce battle intent burned in his eyes, and in the face of the blood that was pointed at him, it was his crazy and hideous roar!

"It's just a scabbard, and you can still turn the sky!"

Boom ——!

Suddenly he made a move, but it was a huge blood-colored spear, just now, he used this spear that condensed his whole body strength to force Jian Chen to a desperate situation!

Just now, and now!

This spear brought all the internal strength of sorrow, and there was no trace of it left for itself, even the roar, it could only be in the bottom of his heart, and he did not even have the strength to roar.

Huge, sharp, fast.

Grief knows the way of draining blood, the Draining Blood Sword is a sword that kills, Draining Blood is never fancy, simply and directly, harvesting human lives is the only use of the Draining Blood!

In just an instant, the blood-colored spear went from striking to striking at Jian Chen's chest, and the space in it seemed to be completely crossed, except for the torn air, not even the blood-red afterimage trail was left.

This is the power of blood, this is the strength of the Xuanming!

Boom ————!

The bloody huge blood-colored spear attacked Jian Chen with endless coercion, the sharp tip of the spear locked Jian Chen's heart, and the fierce coercion blocked all his activity space, making him unable to move, he didn't want to die, he could only resist!

This is not like just now, when the spear was shot, Hua Xiangrong came to rescue urgently, this time this spear came out suddenly, even if Hua Xiangrong wanted to save, even if her light skills had reached the point that no one could match, it was impossible to chase it again!

If it weren't for Hua Xiangrong who disturbed Sadness Fall's mind before, the lock on Jian Chen would be completed at that time, and he would not have been given any chance to dodge at all, and Sadness believed this in his heart.

This time...... Hide from me!

His heart roared wildly, and his eyes showed extreme pleasure, after this spear, there might not be any more Jian Chen in the world!

With the spear in his chest, he might tear Jian Chen to pieces in the next moment, but even so, under the blood of the spear, what he saw was a calm face without joy or sorrow.

This made the roar in Sadness's heart stop for a moment, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, could it be such an attack...... Not enough?

The next moment, Jian Chen answered him with actions.

Even this attack that could tear through the air and open a huge hole was indeed ...... for him And, no, enough!

Brush ——!

Silver Mang...... No, the blood is flashing!

His right hand was holding a thousand blades, and he was already pointing at the sorrow, and the huge blood-colored spear attacked, and the violent coercion pressed his body, making him unable to move, however, he didn't think about moving.

The flashing blood came from the Qianfeng that fused with the wind-chasing sword, as usual, from the Qianfeng **** out of the sharp Qianfeng silver spear, the difference is that the silver spear has become a blood-red blood spear, when the blood-colored spear hit the chest, it stabbed suddenly, and dangerously, the sharp head of the bloody spear just hit the tip of the blood-colored spear!

Sneer——!

It was as if a sharp blade had pierced the cloth, and the muffled sound of pulling made the sad eyes suddenly widen.

All his internal strength, the huge and friendless blood-colored spear, the spear that should have been strong and sharp, actually fell into the disadvantage completely under the hard fight with the Qianfeng Blood Spear, and the sharp tip of the spear seemed to have turned into soft soil, which was easily stabbed and rolled by the spear in Jian Chen's hand, and even blossomed.

A little bit of blood pierced through the huge blood-colored spear, and the cold star made of blood was reflected in his sad eyes, causing his eyes to jump.

Click——!

The Qianfeng Blood Spear stopped at the place where it was half a finger from the center of the sorrowful eyebrows, and the tip of the spear trembled, outlining a blood-colored flower, which was a deadly flower!

The gun stopped, it wasn't that Jian Chen wanted to stop - if he could, at this moment, he would have already fallen into his bones with hatred and sorrow, and he wanted to pierce his brain with a shot!

But he couldn't.

It's not the mercy of his subordinates, but the bloody spear of Qianfeng...... It has been ejected to the end.

The sad blood-colored spear is not completely useless in the end, at least because of the extreme oppressive force of the spear, it really oppressed Jian Chen to the point that he couldn't move, and the gun came out, all thanks to the subtlety of Qianfeng's mechanism, and the gun stopped, it was just that Qianfeng's bloody spear could no longer advance a fraction.

This made Jian Chen secretly grit his teeth, a pity, a pity.

Qian Feng sealed the power of the Bloody Sword inside, which made his bloody breath not leak out when he made a move, but it also reduced the bloody aura around him to a very subtle level, and in the face of the pressure that contracted in the air after Sorrow Fall threw out the spear, he couldn't break free for a while, and this shot was already the limit.

"Kill, why don't you kill?"

Time stood still for a moment, and then he was shattered by the roar of sorrow and madness, his face was blood-red, the green tendons on his face swelled countless times, his head was pushed forward, and he was directly clubbed on the Qianfeng Blood Spear that had not yet been recovered, and the blood immediately rushed on his forehead, and a lean and slender face was extremely hideous and terrifying.

The blow that poured all his strength into was actually dissolved by Jian Chen's understatement, which was not a small blow to the sorrow, since he practiced the Xuan Ming Technique, this was the hardest blow he had been hit and the strongest frustration, which led to his desperate madness.

However, the madness only lasted for a moment, and then he was awakened by a sharp stabbing pain in his forehead.

yes, kill, why not kill?

Speaking from his heart, at this moment, as long as he had the opportunity, he himself would not hesitate to kill Jian Chen, and he believed that Jian Chen would be the same.

But why not kill?

It was a great opportunity just now, as long as the Qianfeng Blood Spear was handed forward by another half an inch, he was caught off guard, and his whole body was exhausted, and there was no possibility of dodging that blow.

But Jian Chen no longer stabbed forward half an inch, and he couldn't cross this short distance, which showed that the pressure he brought to him was not as easy as it seemed on the surface.

"Hehe, hehehehe......"

Thinking about this clearly, Sadly covered his bleeding forehead, looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and then twisted his body, stared at Jian Chen, and said with a cold smile:

"Handicap...... You've been deceived!"

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