Zhang Ruochen mentioned Shen Yuan's ancient sword again without any emotion on his face.

They are all fighting for the survival of the race. Either you die or I die. There is no right or wrong. Since we are on opposite sides, only one will live and the other will die.

If you don't want to die, you can only kill the other person.

"Boom."

Qingxiao's fist hit Stu Fengcheng on the chest, causing him to vomit blood. He flew backwards for dozens of miles and hit the ground. His armor was full of cracks.

"You were distracted when you were fighting with me?"

Qing Xiao looked at Stu Fengcheng who was walking out of the rocks. He didn't look happy at all, but his eyes were a little complicated.

Because he knew that his punch just now had severely damaged Situ Fengcheng. Today, it would be difficult for Situ Fengcheng to leave alive. In the future, it will not be easy to find another opponent like him.

A rare opponent, but he was defeated when he was distracted. What is there to be happy about in such a victory?

Blood continued to flow from Stu Fengcheng's body, and every step he took would leave a bloody footprint. He didn't stop until he reached Zhu Qingyi's body, stretched out a bloody hand, and gently touched her

face.

"It's senior brother's fault for not protecting you. It's all senior brother's fault."
Chapter completed!