They knew that Shen Binger ambushed reinforcements at the gate, which means that she and the brothers from Daquan arrived here early, so they don’t have to worry about Chu Tian’s safety and manpower issues. They also know the deep intention of Chu Tian’s support, that is, let them also appreciate the style of a generation of masters.

Everyone knows that Master Yijian can't escape the disaster tonight.

As the two of them left fiercely, a trace of despair appeared in the eyes of South Koreans. Master Yijian was entangled and no one could save them anymore. So many people's fighting spirit disappeared a lot. Even Fu Caichen lowered the tip of the sword. Chu Tian took advantage of their trance and shouted in a deep voice:

"kill!"

Nie Wuming's splendor shot out and rushed towards Fu Caichen first.

The brothers of the Shuai Jun also showed off their weapons and pressed them up like wolves and tigers.

Fu Caichen's mouth twitched and he hurriedly shouted: "Stop it!"

The fire behind me soared into the sky, and the miserable scene in front of me was the world.

After the two sides passed by, their formations became scattered. Each of them waved their weapons and slashed and killed them in the backyard, looking for the target in their eyes. Under the stimulation of blood, their eyes turned blood-red, with fierce murderous aura blooming.

The entire killing process was tragic and short. Although the South Koreans were pretty good, the morale difference between the two sides was too far, and the might of the coaches scared them out of fear, so some people ran away after resisting for a moment, while some people simply turned around and left without hitting them.

The soldiers of the commander army intercepted them everywhere like pigs.

"Leave more living mouths and kill them if you can!"

Chu Tian stood tall and issued instructions to the soldiers of the army.

Two South Korean men rushed towards Chu Tian. Seeing that his grief and angry eyes seemed to be for Liu Enhui, so before Chu Tian could cause trouble for them, they came to the door first, stabbing Chu Tian from left to right. The latter raised a cold sneer on the corner of his mouth, and Minghong's sword slashed it.

Their calves hurt and their center of gravity fell to the ground with unstable kneeling.

Chu Tian then knocked the back of the knife hard on their necks, knocking them to the ground who were not good at learning skills, then smiled at Liu Enhui under his feet, and spoke as the latter's heart trembled: "You said that I wanted me to watch my companion break his hands and feet, and even let me howl to Brother Xu!"

"Now, I'll pay you some interest first!"

After saying that, he slashed at the two South Koreans.

"No----"

Liu Enhui and Liu Enhui couldn't help but scream.

Unfortunately, before the screams fell, she heard the howl of her companions, and then a broken hand fell in front of her, and a large piece of blood splattered on her face. Before her horror had dissipated, Chu Tian slashed another knife, and another South Korean man's right hand fell off, causing him to roll on the ground in pain.

Chu Tian bent down and patted Liu Enhui on the face:

"I wonder if my brother screamed the same when he cut off his hand by you?"

Liu Enhui had already had tears on her face. She now realized how comfortable and happy it was when she cut the enemy, and how heartbreaking it was when it was the other party's turn to kill her companions. More importantly, they endured the torture because of their stupid behavior, so she cried and scolded:

"Chu Tian, ​​you bastard, have the ability to kill me, kill me!"

Chu Tian ignored her scolding and kept a humble smile:

"What? The screams are different?"

"Come on! Find a few more South Koreans!"

The two soldiers of the general army who always guarded him immediately dragged an injured South Korean from the ground. Although the latter struggled desperately to resist, how could he withstand the injured two soldiers? Therefore, he was quickly pressed down in front of Chu Tian and Liu Enhui, and stretched out his right hand.

"Come on, listen to this scream again!"

When Chu Tian said this, he also tilted his head slightly.

A soldier in charge immediately raised his sword and cut off the South Koreans' hands.

The screams rang again, and all the fighting was stagnant in an instant. Chu Tian pulled Liu Enhui over and asked her to look at the bloody hand: "Is the scream the same this time? If it is different, I will find a few more South Koreans to try it. In short, I want to hear the sound of breaking my hand with Brother Xu!"

"Chu Tian, ​​you are a demon, a demon..."

Liu Enhui was almost collapsed, and her tears were wet with the ground.

Chu Tian looked calm and added lightly: "I will let you hear it!"

"No!"

Liu Enhui continued to shout, not only could she not accept the cruel content that was revealed in Chu Tian's words, what she couldn't accept was that Chu Tian's current terrifying and indifferent feeling was that if possible, she would now tear Chu Tian apart and vent his hatred with one knife.

People are always so strange that they don’t care about their own ruthlessness.

When others treat you the same way, you feel that the other person is inhumane!

Chu Tian ignored her and turned to Nie Wuming, "Wuming, hurry up and take Fu Caichen down!" The meaning of this was quite interesting. To Liu Enhui, it was obvious that Chu Tian wanted to take his senior brother in front of her. He was trying to resist at the moment, but Chu Tian was as stable as Mount Tai!

"Don't worry, I promised Feng Wuqing!"

Nie Wuming, who had fought for more than twenty rounds, still showed a strong and fierce attack on his face. It was impossible to tell whether he was tired at the moment. However, Fu Caichen felt that his strength was getting harder and harder. In addition to the symptoms caused by the faint pain of the old injury, Nie Wuming's strong offensive was also due to it.

As Nie Wuming finished answering Chu Tian's words, his eyes flashed, and Fu Caichen felt a powerful aura coming from the other party, like a storm wave, hitting him. Under the blocking, Fu Caichen almost fell down. Nie Wuming's strength was much stronger than before.

The Sanling Army Battalion slashed again!

This casual attack was very concise, but the stunning rays were like thunder in the night sky. The raging flames around it were also suppressed by the sword energy and suddenly became much dimmed. Fu Caichen's mouth twitched, as if he knew that this was the opponent's killing technique.

Therefore, he also used all his strength to hook a sword flower.

But as the black light flashed, the long sword in Fu Caichen's hand was blocked with exquisite sword style, it seemed to have no effect. As the sword light passed, Fu Caichen groaned, then felt pain in his hand, and a blood mark was plundered on his wrist.

Killing flashed across Nie Wuming's face again, and the army stabbed out quickly.

This time, Fu Caichen was chopped two meters away.

Fu Caichen finally knew that he could not beat Nie Wuming. The reason why he did not escape and left the battle book was to defeat and hijack the latter. Now he realized how ridiculous his thoughts were. Even if he was not injured, he would be a winner. Moreover, the other party now has the best time, place, and people.

Then he saw that the children of South Korea were almost killed or captured by the general army, and the master never showed up, so he no longer had the intention of fighting. He moved his footsteps and rushed to the distance. He firmly believed in an old saying from the Celestial Empire, that is, if you stay in the green mountains, you will not worry about burning firewood.

Obviously, he wanted to escape.
Chapter completed!