History’s Strongest Senior Brother

The light knife fell again, and suddenly blood spattered.

Chen Qianhua stared closely at the wound on his body.

There is no difference between the second knife and the second knife that has just been experienced.

Then the third and fourth ...

It fell one by one, perfectly repeating what happened before.

Chen Qianhua knows clearly where Yan Zhaoge will fall next, how deep and long it will cut, and even knows that when Zhao Dao draws, Yan Zhaoge will throw his wrist a little more this time.

Every subsequent knife is like a reincarnation.

When everything was over, Chen Qianhua, who was covered in flesh and blood, was slightly in a trance.

The wound on his body disappeared again, and Yan Zhaoge's fingertips extended the light blade again, standing calmly in front of him.

So, the third round begins ...

As if never ending.

"Yan Zhaoge!" Chen Qianhua shouted suddenly.

"What?" Yan Zhaoge responded indifferently, and fell at the same time.

It is exactly the same as Chen Qianhua's memory.

It's just that this time it wasn't Yan Zhaoge who shot it personally.

The order and path position of the cutting tool are exactly the same as before.

So, this is a new reincarnation.

"Of course I have no intention to accompany you to play here all the time." Yan Zhaoge said calmly: "But you can rest assured that I use the methods of Eternal Light Heavenly Book, Immortal Sword, Lingguang Flying Immortal Book to create the current situation."

"You should also feel that this is not a false illusion, but the continuous retrogression and resetting of time."

Yan Zhaoge looked down at Chen Qianhua and said coldly: "In this limited space, it is not difficult for me to create a short time back and suppress a repaired you as a waste."

"Otherwise, after being abolished and repaired, you will be punished by Ling Chi, and it is easy to die directly after losing too much blood."

Chen Qianhua received another knife and grunted.

"I know that for you, death is not terrible, and you don't care, but believe me, there are many things in the world that are more terrible than death."

Yan Zhaoge chuckled: "If you exchange it for you, maybe you crazy still feel fresh and interesting?"

The expression on Chen Qianhua's face was more irritable and anxious than painful because of injury.

"Now, isn't it funny?" Yan Zhaoge's smile disappeared: "Now I am talking to you nonsense here, and you will play here by yourself later."

Chen Qianhua gritted his teeth and struggled with a twisted figure, but could not really move.

"For your cheap bones, I thought about a lot of ways to clean up you before." Yan Zhaoge said: "For example, I specially made a toilet, sealed you at the bottom, and was baptized by the wind and rain of the world day and night.

"But then I thought, every time you change a different person, you will also feel very fresh and interesting? Then I will take care of you or take care of you? This is wrong, not right." The left palm thumped gently.

"However, we can only take one person, and then I will take the retrospective time as before, so that you can always give a person a toilet forever, and the shape, size, weight and speed process are the same every time."

Yan Zhaoge smiled and looked at Chen Qianhua: "This method, and now experience Ling Chi, which one do you prefer?"

Although smiling, Yan Zhaoge's eyes were cold and there was no smile. His sight made Chen Qianhua feel painful.

"There are other ways." Yan Zhaoge's tone was cold: "Ban your body so that it can't move at all, and then remove your two eyeballs and tongue, but touch, hearing, and smell will leave you."

"But you can rest assured that there is no sound or smell in the place where you are closed."

"It's in this environment that you slowly go to the sky." Yan Zhaoge looked down at Chen Qianhua: "You are so playful, so guessing, do you want to guess how long you can stay in such an environment? ? "

Chen Qianhua closed his eyes and shook his body slightly, as if forcibly enduring something.

Yan Zhaoge looked at him calmly and tilted his head slightly: "Look, I am still very humane. After all, I have prepared several different ways for you to give you the chance to change patterns. Should you thank me? ? Let's talk about basic politeness, shall we? "

"You, you are very angry!" Chen Qianhua pulled the corner of his mouth hard, as if laughing: "The reason why you are angry is because I broke your good deeds, but you have no choice?"

He struggled to look up to Yan Zhaoge: "I have always regretted that you are instinctively interesting, but like most people, you are drawn to anger for vulgar things."

Chen Qianhua grinned: "You are torturing me now because of your helplessness and anger in other things ..."

Yan Zhaoge looked at him and suddenly burst out laughing.

The light blade always falls one by one.

Soon, it was another reincarnation.

Chen Qianhua panted like a sleepy beast.

But he still struggled to look up at Yan Zhaoge.

"Don't feel so good about yourself." Yan Zhaoge smiled and shook his head: "If I'm really angered to the point of losing reason, I just slapped you with a slap."

He gave Chen Qianhua a contemptuous look: "You don't care about life and death? What about it, what does it have to do with me? I'm not afraid of death?"

"I slapped you with a slap, I just felt happy. Who cares how you feel?"

Yan Zhaoge spread his hand: "If I'm worried about something else, how can I think about the tricks to clean up you now?"

Chen Qianhua grunted, and another blood arrow burst out of him.

It is completely known that after passing through all the details, but repeating it over and over again, the anxiety and anxiety in his heart have reached the level of going crazy.

And this nightmare, which seems to be infinite reincarnation, seems to never end.

But a new question arises in his heart, prompting him to ask with difficulty: "The devil of the pent earth is born again and again. Can you bring the dead back to life?"

"Want to know what happened just now? Want to know how I plan to solve this problem?" Yan Zhaoge looked down at Chen Qianhua.

The two sides looked at each other, and Yan Zhaoge said nothing.

And Chen Ganhua ’s pain has been accumulating all the time. He clenched his teeth and supported hard.

After a long time, Yan Zhaoge suddenly smiled and smiled.

"No, sue, sue, you."

Having said that, he turned around and left without staying, disappearing without a trace.

Chen Qianhua's question only came out when he knew that it was possible to insult himself.

His heart forced him to find something to distract him and help him fight his anxiety.

Anxiety and irritability can't be relieved, but they continue to accumulate and finally begin to be upgraded to pain.

"Yan! Zhao! Song!" Chen Qianhua gave a painful and angry roar!

The calmness and laziness of the past has long ceased to exist, and the persistence of patience has finally been exhausted.

In the black fire cage, the roaring cry of the beast kept sounding.

The response given to him was that the light knife went step by step and fell again.

It's not too slow or too slow.

Round after round.