Legend Of Lightning Warriors II: The Eye of the Gods
Blood Rain
"You think you can escape me? Hemm, if yes, then you have made a big mistake," said Pendekar Without feeling very cold.
His voice blared like lightning striking the earth. His eyes are very sharp. More powerful than anything in the world.
In his entire life, Chen Li would not let go of those who did deserve to die.
The figures of the Black Eagle Organization were silencing each other's mouths. No one answered between them. Everyone feels the same.
Fear, horror and unexpectedness had piled into one. Cold sweat the size of soy beans seeds has dripped one by one from his eye pelup. All their life, only now did they feel this kind of fear.
Blarr!!!
A huge explosion suddenly sounded. The invisible wall formed by the Soulless Swordsman suddenly shattered into pieces.
The mood is getting boisterous. Dust is still billowing high.
Several other people have returned. Now, the number of figures was no less than twelve in number.
"How dare you make such a mess in this building" said one who had just arrived.
That guy's old. His posture was high, he was extremely thin with both sunken eyes. His face did not look like a human, it looked more like a demon.
At a glance, he looked more like a living skull because the entire bones in his body were clearly visible.
"Why should I not dare?" replied the Soulless Swordsman was still in the same vein.
"You think you can beat everyone in this building?"
"If I don't have faith in it, then I won't dare to do it. Now if I dare to do, then I dare to prove,"
"Well, if it's true, prove it right now" said another character who had just arrived.
That guy looks cold. In his hand was a dark blue sword. Antique swords, swords that are definitely very sharp.
Chen Li smiled as coldly as possible. At the sight of the dozens of members of the Black Eagle Organization who were enjoying the heaven of the world, had now shrouded themselves.
They brandished each other's weapons. All members are ready to take orders. The matter of killing, those people were already counted as experts.
The Black Eagle Organization was a secret organization engaged in the field of assassins. In their eyes, killing humans was not a foreign matter. Every moment they're ready to commit murder.
"Sang this young bastard," said the cold-looking figure.
Yush!!! Yush!!!
Without answering, without being commanded twice, the dozens of members instantly moved at lightning speed.
The spacious courtyard of the building had been crowded with these people, just for a moment, where there had been a crowd.
The rain of blood seemed inevitable.
Dozens of long-distance moves had lunged towards the Feelingless Swordsman. Although the style of each of them is not too strong, but if it is united as it is now, then the moves will certainly turn into a combination of moves that are quite great.
In addition to long-range moves, close-range moves have also been launched as well. No less than thirty stabs, sabers and other attacks had shot towards the young man.
Yush!!!
The white aura that enveloped the body of the Soulless Swordsman seemed increasingly condensed. His right hand moved to create a stance that was no less powerful.
Swordsman Without Feelings has issued his terrible style.
While he himself, this time has been hurtling to welcome all the attacks given by the thirty members of the organization.
The Blood Red Sword had been drawn forward. Once it moved, an elongated sword slash that carried the killing intent instantly shot out violently.
Yush!!!
Windstorms, fire tornadoes and sword slashes moved simultaneously. The powerful moves and attacks moved in unison.
The branch!!! The branch!!!
Loud clangs started to echo in the air. The night that should have been quiet, was now crowded. Not crowded because of entertainment, but crowded because of a fight.
Dozens of rays covering the face of the earth make the night brighter for a while. The Heartless Swordsman's body shot to and fro with agility. The body looked like a shadow that moved freely.
The slashes and stabs were unleashed violently and quickly. Every single thing he did had gone through a mature calculation. So whatever it is, the result must have made all his enemies shocked.
The fight has gone on without stopping. A dozen moves have passed. All the figures of the Black Eagle Organization were stunned. Once again, they had witnessed how the lunge of the young man titled Swordsman Without Feelings was.
Dozens of members of the Black Eagle Organization began to fall. Those who were victims of Chen Li's ferocity no one survived. All dead. They lost their lives without giving up any significant resistance. At least they couldn't reciprocate the cold young man's treatment.
The Blood Red Sword was getting reddened. Puddly red. It was as thick as blood, as grudge that grew in the heart of a young man named Chen Li.
The opponent's blood was still dripping on the tip of his sword. The death Eve around the building was getting thicker. The Soulless Swordsman did not stop his attack.
Every time his sword moved, there would be casualties coming back. Every slash was ejected, it was certain that there would be lives lost.
Twenty lives, twenty-five lives, until at last thirty human lives were destroyed under the sharpness and awesomeness of the Blood Red Sword.
Everything stopped immediately. The explosion of various great styles has passed. Dozens of rays that had enlivened the fight, had now vanished without a trace.
Thirty members of the Black Eagle Organization were lying on the ground. All are dead. All are bodies that are meaningless.
When the body is still intact, but the life is gone, don't humans mean nothing anymore?
The fishy smell of the blood of the dozens of members pierced the nose of every person who was there.
The night is getting late. The Soulless Swordsman had returned to his original position. The way it stands and the way it looks at each opponent is still the same as before a fight.
Still chilly. Still haughty. And still full of confidence.
With everything that exists today, what is it that Chen Li is unable to make sure of?
A quieter silence returned. More horrified cringe again gripped every top class figure in the organization.
They just experienced this kind of event. All his life, they had never seen a young swordsman who could do the same.
Except for just one person.
Three years ago, there was a young swordsman who had also dared to look for trouble in this place. His way of looking for trouble was still the same as the young man. His nature, his character, everything is still the same.
The young man called himself the Red Swordsman.
Do they both have a specific relationship?