Lin Chen knew that she was someone with a story, but he showed no mercy and rushed over with flames mixed in, burning the woman.
Boom! The flames became more intense, and the huge foam cocoons continued to burn.
At the same time, the attacks from Mr. Zhuo Mo and Viscount Gula arrived, hitting Lin Chen's back hard and knocking him hundreds of meters away.
A long ditch was pulled out of the earth, and the ground was dark, as if it had been burned by something.
"do you died?"
Mr. Takuma and Mr. Takuma were panting and looking ahead nervously.
It was a mess there, with only liquid foam constantly burning.
But they were sure that Cicada should be dead! Sadly, all eight genetically modified people were wiped out, which was a huge loss to the Night Song mercenary group, and also to global technology.
After all, several of these eight people did not belong to the Song of Night Mercenary Group, but were invited.
Whoa! At this moment, in the burning foam, a figure slowly climbed up. There was no flame on his body, and his whole body was covered with blood, but his eyes were terrifyingly cold! It was Lin Chen! He was still not dead.
!"How can it be!"
The pupils of Mr. Zhuo Mao and Viscount Gula were trembling. Their joint attack was not something that many people on the Chinese Earth Ranking could block. Why is Lin Chen not dead yet?
Could it be that Lin Chen is already at the top of the Earth Ranking, with the same strength as the leaders of the Jianghu Martial Alliance and the heads of the four major families?
"There are only two of you left!"
Lin Chen moved forward step by step, his arms were still dripping with blood, and the poison on his body had not been cured. His platelets had decreased significantly, but his recovery power was also continuing to recover. This was the power brought by the blood of the Blood Corpse King.
"There are two of us left, but in your current state, I guess it won't be easy to kill us!"
Mr. Zhuomao stared at Lin Chen and said so, but he was not sure whether Lin Chen had other powers.
Lin Chen suddenly stopped and took out a pack of cigarettes from his tattered pants. The outer shell of the cigarette was stained with blood. He poured one out and threw it into his mouth.
With a flick of his finger, a wisp of flame fell on the cigarette butt.
Gently blow out a puff of cigarette towards the sky to release the fatigue in your body.
After killing eight genetically modified people in a row, Lin Chen had reached his limit. His body was exhausted, and the wounds of various sizes were affecting him even more.
But his fighting spirit has never been extinguished.
Whether it’s for King Gujin or for the prestige of China, these two people will still die! “Smoking!”
Mr. Zhuomo and Mr. Zhuo looked at Lin Chen's actions and felt awe-struck in their hearts again.
Now, they can't see through Lin Chen again. They don't know if he has reached his limit and whether he can fight again! But speaking from a conventional point of view, no matter how high Lin Chen's martial arts is and how powerful his internal energy is, he should have exhausted his internal energy.
That's right.
"I guess you are trying to make a fool of yourself and use smoking to recuperate your body!"
Mr. Zhuo Mo suddenly sneered, as if he had seen through Lin Chen.
"Ninth!"
Lin Chen took out another puff of cigarette, and suddenly waved out his other hand.
A broken sword cut through the air and shot quickly.
Fatal murderous intention! The cells in the whole bodies of Mr. Zhuomo and the two men were solidified. Although they could not clearly see what Lin Chen was wielding, they sensed a terrifying power.
No one can see through the source of this power. It seems to be the power of Eastern China! "The bloody peak!"
Suddenly, Viscount Gula roared next to him, burning the blood in his body and bursting out with twelve points of strength.
The burning of his blood caused his speed to disappear quickly as if he was invisible.
Because he discovered that the power of the shareholder had locked onto him.
"ah!"
However, just as he disappeared, a scream was heard, and then his figure appeared with a broken sword stuck in his back.
The broken sword was pitch black, with restrained power like lightning, ravaging Viscount Gula's body.
This broken sword can indeed restrain evil things, but Lin Chen didn't expect that it would also be effective against vampires in the West.
"The power of the curse, the power of the sun, who are you!"
Viscount Gula screamed in pain and gradually became motionless. His whole body turned into a stone sculpture and stood on the same spot.
Dead! The Viscount from the Moonlight Alliance, a master who was comparable to the five realms of heaven and man, died in China! There is only one person left, Mr. Zhuo Mo.
His pupils were trembling constantly, and he was looking at Lin Chen, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Before I came here, someone from the Warrior Pavilion reminded me that China's eastern power should not be underestimated. When I saw it today, it was indeed true!"
Finally, Mr. Takuma spoke calmly: "There is an ancient legend in the altar of our Samurai Pavilion. The Bushido of the Samurai Pavilion actually originated from ancient China!"
"So I am in awe of Chinese history!"
"But I look down on the Chinese people from the bottom of my heart!"
"You are a group of people who sacrifice one thing for the other. You have the oldest and most magical things, but you have given up and instead pursued those luxurious appearances abroad. This is really disappointing!"
"We in the Yang Kingdom will never give up our traditions, so our architecture, our customs, and our festivals will never be forgotten!"
"And your buildings are learning from the Western world, your customs are also learning, and even the holidays are learning, Christmas, fool, hahaha!"
"I admit that the Bushido of the Samurai Pavilion comes from ancient China, but it is us who really put them into practice, and you are just a bunch of guys who don't understand martial arts!"
His voice was full of disdain.
"What you are talking about is just a few, not all of them!"
Lin Chen was noncommittal: "In addition, the world's martial arts originated from Shaolin, and the world's martial arts originated from China!"
"Bago, we are the real martial arts, we are the extreme flow!"
Mr. Takuma reprimanded and slowly pulled out a sword from his waist.
"Next, the martial arts I use are not from China, so let me, on behalf of the Warrior Pavilion, defeat your Jianghu martial arts!"
After finishing speaking, he knelt down in an orderly manner, holding the sword with both hands, and uttered an unknown Yang language.
Strangely, the sword floated out, hovering around Mr. Takuma, and shed endless light.
These rays of light fell on Mr. Zhuo Mo, transforming into a unique armor only found in the Yang Kingdom.
This armor is called Hōmaru Armor. The helmet has a horn-like object, and the mask is a ghost mask with sharp teeth and a sharp mouth. The shoulders, knees, and feet are all wrapped with a special material.
There are three swords hanging on his waist, with a mysterious aura.
Lin Chen's eyes suddenly flashed. From this armor, he noticed a power that did not exist with humans.
"Really, ghost and god attack!"
At the same time, Mr. Zhuo Mo uttered a voice, held his sword, and quickly bullied Lin Chen.
A wisp of green flame suddenly shot over and passed through Lin Chen's chest.
The speed was so fast, it was like this thing was born out of thin air.
Lin Chen's expression changed drastically, and then he found that his body was floating in the air and he couldn't move.
Ding, ding, ding, ding! At the same time, Mr. Zhuo Mao's sword arrived, cutting back and forth. With each cut, a large amount of blood spurted out from Lin Chen's body.
In the blink of an eye, Lin Chen was hit by more than a dozen swords. Although it was not fatal, it undoubtedly affected him.