Legend Of Lightning Warriors II: The Eye of the Gods
Hong Hua's
Crash!!!
One body cut off. The opponent of the Red Swordsman has been eliminated. He died horribly. The cruelty of the Red Swordsman is again shown. The dozens of characters present were horrified for the umpteenth time.
The two opponents who had previously attempted to attack from both sides, suddenly stopped his attack. They were glued with eyes glaring in disbelief.
His partner is a swordsman. His shrewdness in playing the weapon should not be asked again, all the martial will admitted it.
No wonder, now he just has to be finished in the hands of a young swordsman who just appeared in the martial world.
Another two opponents, another also Red Swordsman.
If the two figures stop the attack, then the Red Swordsman actually continues the attack. As soon as he saw his enemy dead, he moved the heirloom sword again.
Death at the end of the sword is burning. Like a lava on a mountain that is still active.
Chen Li vanished from sight. The young man's body seemed to be unable to be seen by the naked eye. All he could see were two red shadow figures that shot there yesterday at a speed beyond reason.
Two red shadows. If not the Blood Red Sword and its owner, who else?
Yush!!!
The wind howling with heat was burning the skin. The two figures were surprised. They immediately took a standby position. It was just that they were late, because before making their next move, their lives had already drifted first.
The Blood Red Sword's slash always brought death. The sword was like a Death Angel ready to take life at any moment.
Two bodies crumbled back to the floor. The floor was white, again decorated by a thick red liquid smelling fishy.
Their blood is flowing. The fishy smell is getting smelled.
In just a moment alone, the four lives of top-tier martial world figures had been taken by the tip of the Blood Red Sword.
Their death made all the figures present there fixated in their respective places. On the one hand, they were greatly amazed by the terrible fight that went short. But on the other hand, they were also devastated by the death of four colleagues.
Hong Hua himself experienced the same thing. At first, he did not believe that the young man was able to flatten the headquarters of the Black Eagle Organization by himself.
But now that he had seen it with his own eyes, inevitably the old man had to believe. For what his eyes see, it is impossible to lie.
The atmosphere grew more tense again. The darkness mixed with the death brings an air that is difficult to explain.
The bright room now feels dark. Very dark. Hearts of their now.
"You killed four of my comrades. Your mistakes have increased again" said a figure from the crowd of his colleagues.
Although the Red Swordsman could not see how the stature of the character who spoke just now, but from his voice alone, the young man already knew that the person hated him very much. He was very angry, very upset, but what a force, he was overwhelmed by doubt.
In this world, indeed who would not feel the above things if his close comrades were killed in plain sight?
"It wasn't my fault. It was their own fault," Chen Li replied indifferently.
"Of course it's possible. Already know they are not my opponents, but why are they still determined to kill me? If it wasn't his own fault, then whose fault was it?"
The figure instantly fell silent. What the Red Swordsman said is true. If it was someone, it was certainly that young man was not his opponent. Moreover, the foreign youth has a strange power that is terrible and terrible.
"Two Bangka Hong, what now? Will you let me get out of here, or will you still hold me back?" chen Li shouted as he stared intently at the old man.
The eyeballs of the Eye of God are still visible. This raises its own horror for Hong Hua, not even just him, for other figures are the same. The old man did not dare to look at that pair of sinister eyes at all. Not in the least.
He always turned his gaze the other way when he met the pair of eyes, even though it was not intentionally.
"This time you go. I won't hold you back anymore. I admit defeat," Hong Hua said after sighing deeply.
At first glance, the word sounds ordinary. But in the ears of the dozens of figures present, the sound just now was no different from the sound of a thunderbolt explosion.
They had come all the way, they had traveled the distance and traveled with lightning movements just for the sake of killing the Red Swordsman.
Now that the target was in front of him, how could they possibly be silent? If so, is it not the meaning of their sacrifice in vain?
"No, I can't. We've come all this way just to kill this snot boy. How could you just let go of it? This opportunity is a good opportunity, if not now, when will it be? You think bringing that boy here is as easy as turning a palm?" shouted a male figure about thirty-seven years old.
As he spoke, the person walked forward and then shouted loudly to Hong Hua. His voice was cruel, it was clear that he was very unaccepting.
"You just calm down. Whenever, as long as I have not returned to my house, I am ready to serve your challenge. For now, you better shut up and listen to the old man's words," Chen Li said in a cold tone of voice.
The person who had been shouting angrily was getting less and less accepting. His anger was already on fire, so he was determined to vent everything.
"Who do you think you are, who dares to speak arrogantly in front of me? You proud to be able to kill them? Hahaha .. don't be proud, they died because they were weak. Now I want to see if you can survive my spear moves or not" he shouted while attacking the Red Swordsman abruptly.
Chen Li smiled horribly. In his view, that person was only a mid-three stage God Swordsman. In the past, people of that level might be a problem for him. But if it was now, that person was definitely not his match.
Yush!!!
The sharp-edged spear thrust had arrived. His movements were fast like the lunge of a starving wild tiger.
The branch!!! Slebb!!!
One loud sound was heard and then immediately followed by a faster stab.
Thick blood soaked all parts of the sword belonging to the Red Swordsman. Somehow, the man is now dead.
His throat was pierced by the Blood Red Sword. The sword had not been plucked from the person's esophagus so he was still standing.
His face looks so awful. His tongue stretched out and his eyes glared in disbelief. Let alone him, everyone present there did not believe the incident just now.
A figure whose strength was equivalent to a mid-three stage God Swordsman could be killed in just one strike, who would believe about this news?