The lights of the whole city are on, and neon colors are rippling around. The hard skyline is silently hidden in the light. The tall buildings in the business district look like square cages made of light from a distance. In the distance is a wide lake, adjacent to the lakeside. On the elevated road, traffic flows are surging, and the headlights gather into a stream of light, shaking like a snake with the changing headlights, moving forward.

Liu Qinglong narrowed his eyes, raised his wine glass, shook it gently, and his eyes slowly stared at the light flow formed by the headlights. Liu Qinglong sipped the wine gently, feeling that every bit of light in this light flow was a living firefly. They were bound in this arc-shaped and slender elevated road, and could only run forward hard to find the exit. But, is there really an exit? These confused fireflies don’t know where the exit is, and Liu Qinglong doesn’t know where the exit is, and don’t know whether Long Junchen can find the secret of the past and the light-transmitting exit through dragon pattern porcelain.

Zhuang Ze looked at the rushing blood and blood, and a strange color appeared on his face, which had been calm as usual. His slender eyebrows finally frowned. He didn't expect that the enemy was so tenacious. When he was suppressed by him, he didn't think about defending and dared to mobilize his own energy to fight back. It was really a bit too life-threatening. Zhuang Ze was really uncomfortable with this desperate gameplay. He was not afraid of fighting with his life. He just felt that he was obviously better than the opponent, so why did he fight with his life!

However, after all, he had transcendent strength, and his surprised gaze was easily restrained. The whites of his eyes continued to expand, and slowly collapsed his black eyeballs. The black eyeballs were like ink drops dripping in water, slowly dizzying by the water, gradually fading away. Zhuang Ze's eyes turned white like jade, as if two white stones were really embedded in his eye sockets. Two Buddha lights shot out from his eyes, flowing with a holy silver-white luster, as if the stars in the sky were dimly eclipsed under this flawless luster.????

Zhang Fengmo roared wildly, and his one-eyed eye seemed to burst out from his eye sockets. The long blood-red sword in his hand buzzed and buzzed when he heard the sound, as if he was being pulled by some kind of pull, and the blood-colored aura it sprayed out evaporated the two vain holy lusters in a very short time, and white and red entangled together, and the ever-moving red gradually took the initiative.

The blood mist slowly climbed up to Zhuangze's neck of Wuzhihuo and began to burn his skin. The red gradually turned black. Zhuangze's face looked unwilling and ignored the blazing flames on his neck. He just subconsciously took a step back, but his hands still gently held the blood-colored long sword, unwilling to let go, and he grabbed it tighter, and wanted to use his powerful cultivation to pull the blood-red long sword out of Zhang Fengmo's hand.

Of course, Zhang Fengmo would not let Wuzhihuo Zhuangze snatch his magic weapon, and Long Junchen would naturally not allow this to happen. With a thought, Pangu Axe popped up quietly, Long Junchen's fingertips trembled slightly. Pangu Axe understood Long Junchen's words, and slashed from the air, and a flame burned between Zhuang Ze and Zhang Fengmo's bodies.

Like a flying meteor, the overflowing fire burst instantly. Zhuang Ze really didn't expect that Long Junchen could still use the Pangu Axe in this situation. You must know that the pressure he put made the other party look like a string that was constantly tensile, and it would be broken with just a little force. However, in this case, Long Junchen dared to take risks and distract himself from playing the Pangu Axe, which was really courageous. What he didn't know was that Pangu Axe was a magic weapon fused into Long Junchen's bloodline. Sometimes, he didn't need to do any movement. He just needed a little change of thought to control Pangu Axe.

It was this axe that finally made Zhang Fengmo and Zhuang Ze's strange entanglement break. Zhang Fengmo groaned, like a dying patient who was forcibly lifted up. He fell straight to the ground like a breathing tube was pulled out. His face was pale and his eyes were empty. Long Junchen felt ache in his heart, but he didn't have time to care about Zhang Fengmo. He just gave the wolf rider behind him, and then rushed towards Zhuang Ze, taking advantage of your illness and killing you!

When Zhuang Ze let go of his fingers and retreated because of the Pangu Axe's Tongtian flame, Long Junchen finally freed up his hand. The dull and dull dragon-patterned dagger immediately saw him. He held Zhang Fengmo with his hand, and then followed his squat, and his toes slightly hit Zhuang Ze's waist. The cold light of the dragon-patterned dagger appeared and chopped down between Zhuang Ze's thighs and abdomen!

With a hissing sound, Zhuang Ze was really unable to avoid this attack. His body was barely stabbed by the sharp dragon-patterned dagger. The tattered cloth clothes suddenly cracked, and the already strands of clothes became even more unbearable. A very deep wound appeared between Zhuang Ze's groin, which was shocking. The sharp blade of the dragon-patterned dagger was so fierce.

Although Zhuang Ze still used the magical method of muscle squirming to remove most of the knife force, Long Junchen was still confident that he could hurt him at such a close distance. Moreover, there were a lot of blood vessels in the groin. Once it ruptured, it was like a flood breaking the dam and blood gushed out!

Zhuang Ze took a breath of cold air, and Ruchang's face finally changed. He frowned in pain, and his lower body was instantly wet with the blood gushing out. The blood that kept spewing out from his groin began to flow down his thighs. Coupled with the eyebrows and wrists that were burned by the sharp flames of Pangu Axe before, they looked extremely miserable. Zhuang Ze groaned, took a step back a little embarrassedly, covered his wounds, and looked at Long Junchen vigilantly.

?However, the centipede insect died without being stiff. After all, Zhuang Ze had a transcendent cultivation. Although he looked miserable, his aura was still stable and he did not lose his combat power due to excessive blood loss. Ordinary people, as long as Long Junchen cuts the blade, they will definitely die.

Even ordinary martial artists, if they get hit this knife, they will inevitably die due to excessive blood loss. The venom on the tip of the knife will slowly evaporate and erode their bodies. Such a fierce sword technique and such a resolute stab, they still cannot defeat the enemy with one blow. Zhuang Ze still stood upright, and the golden breath slowly passed through the wound on his lower abdomen, repairing the broken skin.

Long Junchen hit the enemy with one hit, but still did not kill the opponent. At this time, he had lost the best opportunity to take advantage of the victory, slowly took a step back and held the dragon pattern dagger vigilantly.

Long Junchen glanced at Zhang Fengmo who was lying on the ground with the corner of his eyes, and his heart ached slightly. This kid had died in the East. Unexpectedly, he had suffered such severe damage after less than three months. It seems that the word "Nine Death" is not an exaggeration to describe him. Just under Long Junchen's nose, he had died twice. During the years of MI6, Zhang Fengmo, who was fighting on the front line, has walked in front of the Gate of Hell...
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