"No!"

Chen Ping held the ghost-killing sword in almost despair, feeling his weakness and weakness. His handsome cheeks had become bloated. Five seconds passed, and half of his life span had disappeared!

"You humble bastard, let go!"

"Quick...quick..."

Chen Ping's shrill scream quickly spread as his life spanned.

In the blink of an eye, his body was hunched and even weaker.

Ye Chen still ignored him and still controlled the Zhu Dao and attacked the Zhu Gui Sword!

His eyes were crazy and bloodthirsty!

If someone pays attention, he will inevitably find that Ye Chen's eyes have changed.

A pupil was filled with a dark blue light, like the eyes of the god of death from hell!
Chapter completed!