If Long Junchen is absolutely loyal to MI6, it should not be loyal, it should be pious, so pious that he can completely put his life and death aside and give his life for a great vision, then he could ignore the sword at this moment, take the extremely dazzling golden sword with his body, then directly stretch out the dagger and stabbed Zhuang Ze's throat with a stab. In that way, no matter how powerful Zhuang Ze's transcendent aura is, the dagger pierces the throat, there is only a dead end. However, almost at the same time, Long Junchen's head will definitely be cut in half by this powerful golden sword, and he will be life-for-life. If he were replaced by other personnel from MI6, he would definitely be worthwhile.

Zhuang Ze's pride, especially the great humiliation of being injured by Long Junchen, who was regarded as a person as a slapped by him, had swallowed his reason. At this time, he was so crazy that he ignored his life and death that he could completely leave his flaws to the enemy, completely use his life to kill the enemy, burn his boats, and slash out such a powerful sword.

But Long Junchen has always been a person who fears death. Regardless of whether he joined MI6 or not, he is determined to be the life principle. He has not lived enough and does not want to die at all. Moreover, he has to be executed for MI6, and Long Junchen has quit. This has to do with him half a cent. He does not have the noble consciousness of sacrifice for the country. He still has so many confidants waiting to be favored, so many great rivers and mountains waiting to be set foot, and so many great futures waiting to be realized, or take a step back ten thousand steps, he just wants to be an ordinary civilian, a little weaker, a little weaker, and these don’t matter. Life is the most important! Therefore, he doesn’t want to trade life for life, so he has not given up his head and can only choose to take it head-on.

Long Junchen calmed down his complex mood. He quickly put away the dragon pattern dagger, picked up the Pangu axe, stepped on his horse stance, turned around to meet him, and another loud thunderous sound. The golden sword Pangu axe collided again. Outside the winery, the already damaged courtyard wall was shaken by the loud sound of the strong wind and collapsed. At this moment, Zhuang Ze had no intention of rest at all. There was no pause between the two swords. He swung his sword, and then he slashed another sword!

I don't know that Huo Zhuangze is a martial arts master in the Purple Qilin. He has transcendent strength. Otherwise, there would have been so many murders in the South China Sea, but the entire MI6 department was helpless. The dazzling golden sword in his hand was even more of the magic weapon of the Purple Qilin. The human sword added together, and he entered a state of selflessness because of his anger. The golden sword body grew wildly. Zhuangze's power at this time was amazing, and his fighting spirit was even more crazy, as if he was about to overturn the sky.

Long Junchen is also not a vegetarian. He has had dragon patterns in his palm since he was a child. He has powerful dragon patterns flowing in his body. His body is no longer an ordinary person. He has extremely powerful power. The dragon veins on his body provide him with a steady stream of heaven and earth vitality. However, he cannot forget life and death at this time. Under the strong oppression of the golden sword, he cannot fight by his body. He is extremely passive and can only take it hard. He is suppressed and can only take it hard. He smiled bitterly while colliding with the golden sword with Pangu axe.

The brilliant golden sword and the Pangu axe that created the world cut, collided, entangled, separated, and then cut again, separated again, in a very short time, I don’t know how many times it hit! For a moment, Mars flew everywhere, and more than ten collisions exploded in the open space like thunder, pulling up the already cracked land directly and the ground! The whole world was rippling fiercely, as if only gold was left.

The dead soldiers around the streets and alleys, those who were waiting for their boss to launch the charge slogan, whether from MI6 or from Zi Qilin, were no one who could stand up. They were like frightened beasts, instinctively frightened and screamed, running around, just wanting to be farther away from this terrifying place, the better.

Long Junchen's skin, like a tortoise shell, began to crack due to excessive force. Layers of fine blood emerged along the unreasonable wound and quickly flowed through the gap between the muscles. His legs began to tremble. Long Junchen was a little horrified that the transcendent commander of the purple qilin was so terrifying. The brute force attached to the golden sword actually exceeded his own. The golden flame attached to the golden sword climbed up to his hands along the Pangu axe, and a huge burning sensation swept over.

A stream of blood flowed from the corner of Long Junchen's lips and slowly fell to the ground. It should be that the internal organs in the body were severely damaged, and the meridians were damaged, and the breath began to be disordered. However, Long Junchen's eyes were still calm, and it could even be said to be cold, just like a young male tiger fighting on the wasteland. Even if it was injured, it seemed that it was already dying, but until the last moment, he would never give up the idea of ​​killing the enemy. Although Long Junchen did not have the courage to die without regrets, he was the king of ten thousand dragons after all. If he couldn't even deal with this unknown little man, he would be ashamed of his title.

Wuming Zhuang Ze raised the golden sword again, and the golden light was not as dazzling as before. After continuous chopping, Zhuang Ze also felt a little weak. This time, his arms raising the sword were slightly trembling. Although Long Junchen was suppressed by more than a dozen golden swords, he was not feeling well himself. Every time the sword axe hit, the determination from the axe also made him extremely painful. With the backlash, he was not feeling well at all.

The most important thing is that his shoulder was just stabbed by Long Junchen's dragon pattern dagger. Although it was not fatal, it was a penetrating wound after all, and he could not distract himself from breathing. What was bad is that if the chronic toxins were allowed to spread continuously, his condition would continue to decline. Long Junchen narrowed his eyes and noticed the trembling of Zhuang Ze's hands in a very slight way, his eyes lit up, and his right hand inadvertently made a gesture towards Ye Hu.

The silver butterfly fell from the sky, flew over Long Junchen's shoulder, and slung in the glimmer of the morning light. The light and shadow shone on the butterfly's wings, shining brightly.
Chapter completed!