Chen Bai's face changed dramatically, and the successive attacks made him lose confidence completely. The maze of his careful subordinates had no effect on huacuo. Not only that, but also repeatedly put Chu Yu in danger.

At this time, they had no way to escape and could not fight.

Chu Yu's expression is calmer than Chen Bai's. she looks at Hua CuO and says, "how's aman?"

Hua CuO sneered, threw the blood bead left on the sword edge, and said, "what else? You think I'm going to keep him alive? " He turned over his hand and looked at the sword. He laughed and said, "if Rong Zhi hadn't shown me that set of swordsmanship, I wouldn't have achieved what I am today. If you hate it, you should hate it."

Now he wants to take Chu Yu's life with the swordsmanship of Rong Zhi.

At the thought of Rong Zhi's regret and suffering, he felt a burst of pleasure.

He can't wait. He wants to make Rongzhi cry. He wants to make his body and mind suffer irreparable damage. He has to watch with his own eyes and watch Rongzhi be heartbroken. Only in this way can he be pacified by the deception and utilization he suffered in the past and the unwillingness and resentment he has suffered over the years.

Although she knew that she was going to die, she felt extremely calm. It seemed that as long as she died, everything would return to peace. She could no longer feel the pain, anxiety and exile.

Why didn't she relax and die more calmly?

With a low cry, Chen Bai rushes to huacuo. With a sword, the latter opens a sharp red line on his throat. Then the blood sprays all over the ground. The hot blood melts a little snow and is frozen by the cold weather.

Chu Yu lowered her eyes and sighed: "you can go around him and kill me. Why do you have to go to so much trouble to hurt people's lives?"

At this time, there are no other people in the way. Huacuo is not in a hurry to kill Chuyu. He seems to be more willing to watch the prey struggle slowly. Chen Bai is too alert. The day before they gradually clear up the obstacles, they realize the difference.

Although he cooperates with Feng tingtian Rujing, the three people are not exactly the same. Feng Ting wants to contain the power in his hand. Tianrujing wants to kill Rongzhi, but he only wants to see the pain of Rongzhi.

Make that person sad. Make him cry in pain.

The idea kept burning.

Killing Rong Zhi doesn't make him suffer. On the contrary, letting him live but killing the people in his heart is the best revenge. Hua CuO has heard that there is an alien race whose love and hatred are like fire. The best revenge for the enemy is to kill all the people, relatives and friends who care about him. Parents, wives and children, but leave their enemies behind.

Although this custom is cruel and savage, it is quite suitable for the wrong taste of flowers.

Three people, three hearts. But Feng Ting and Tian Rujing also know that he is not easy to control, so they are always restrained and cautious. He also knows that they are wary of him and only pretend to obey their arrangement, but now they finally give him a chance.

This place is not close to Luoyang. What if Rong Zhi comes to Luoyang? He can't find them.

Without killing Rong Zhi. Make as many casualties as possible, and the subordinates who are able to tolerate it are the ones who can kill one. He'll always be sorry.

The intention of killing is like fire, which is irresistible.

Looking at Chu Yu's eyes without joy and anger, Hua CuO suddenly felt a little guilty, but in a twinkling of an eye, he was pressed down by his hard heart and said: "you have to complain. Let's stop complaining. "

He said, also don't know is to persuade who, the sword on the hand, but unambiguously toward Chu jade throat stab.

Chu Yuping quietly closed his eyes.

It's useless to struggle, it's useless to escape. It's no use crying, it's no use begging.

She is a pawn. Is the dust, so small and insignificant, can not resist death, only waiting.

Death was so close that she was desperate.

But why, there is still a faint expectation in my heart, hoping that someone can save her?

Blood splashed out, like colorful scattered dazzle, have to fall on the snow, just like a grain of Acacia red beans.

But the bleeding person is not Chu Yu, but huacuo.

Huacuo was hit by an arrow in his wrist. The arrow penetrated his wrist with great force. He let go of the hilt and inserted the sword into the snow obliquely. This time, it was stained with his own blood.

Huacuo was shocked to see that on the hillside above, his white clothes were blown up by the wind. He held a long bow and set up an arrow. Another arrow aimed at huacuo from a distance and shot through the air.

Huacuo quickly pulls up his sword and dodges, but he is still scratched. At this time, at 12 o'clock today, I'm going to PK on the battlefield. I'm using the new book "dragon". I'd like to ask you to vote PK for "dragon". I'm going to add another chapter every seven percent to reach 10000 percent, I took the h-fan-wai of Phoenix prisoner Phoenix as a celebration... It was a complete h-oh... Because of the severe crackdown on the publishing side, the h-fan-wai originally put in the main body was moved to == For the first time, when I write h in such a serious way, my pure fingers will be 8CJ

In addition, the end of Phoenix prisoner is coming. This is the last month. If you have a monthly ticket, you can vote for it. In the last month, you can leave a memorial, and then you won't have to vote next month ~ ~ ~ the monthly ticket and PK ticket are the same, you can vote from 12 o'clock.