"Then let's get you under the knife!"

After saying that, Jenny flashed again, and his body rushed towards Yang Yi's position like a cannonball.

At this time, Yang Yi, with his fierce start, his power only increased, and he had already entered the heart of the enemy's army alone.

Around Yang Yi, standing densely were his enemies, warriors from three continents.

The soldiers had already calmed down at this time, and they all used their weapons to attack Yang Yi. However, for Yang Yi, these attacks were like slow motion and could not touch him.

body, let alone pose any fatal threat to him.

He raised the Tang Dao again and again, and raised and lowered the sword again and again.

Every time the silver light passed by, it almost took away the lives of a dozen soldiers. Blood spread everywhere and the ground was dyed red. Along with the strong smell of blood, it entered everyone's nostrils.

On the ground, a large number of corpses had fallen. It looked particularly terrifying, a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, but that was all.

At that time, the cloak Yang Yi was wearing had changed from bright red to black. It was the color of blood condensed by the blood of countless people sprayed on it, symbolizing the knife under his hand, which collected all the blood.

How many dead souls.

At this time, Yang Yi's body was also covered in blood, and even his face was covered with blood. Like a Rakshasa, except for his still bright and deep eyes, almost his whole body was covered in blood and was covered in blood.

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It was the same on his hands, face, and body. Only the Tang Dao in his hand, which still glowed with silver, was still clean, as if it had absorbed the spiritual energy of the moonlight.

At this moment, a person suddenly appeared in front of Yang Yi, looking at Yang Yi with awe.

Seemingly sensing that the other party's visitor was unkind, Yang Yi also stopped what he was doing, and slowly looked at the visitor with his eyes, filled with murderous intent.

The visitor was none other than Jenny.

Jenny still held his red long knife in his hand, blocking it in front of Yang Yi, with a grin on his face.

"Isn't it too much to treat my soldiers like vegetables?"

Although Jenny's face was full of smiles, his eyes were full of murderous intent. Looking at Yang Yi, he wanted to cut him into pieces with a thousand knives.

It's him again!

It’s this man again who is called the patron saint by Chinese people!

"Hey, my lord, is this too late?"
Chapter completed!