History’s Strongest Senior Brother: 1463. Now, isn’t it interesting?

light sabre falls again, and blood splatters suddenly.

Chen Qianhua stared at his wound.

The second knife is the same as the second knife that already has experienced.

The next knife, the fourth knife ...

Fall in one fell swoop, perfectly repeating everything that happened in previously.

Chen Qianhua knows exactly where Yan Zhaoge will fall next, how deep and long it will be, and even knows that Yan Zhaoge will throw an extra wrist this time when drawing a knife.

Each of the next swords looks like a reincarnation.

When everything is over, Chen Qianhua, who is full of flesh and blood, has a lingering spirit.

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

So, the third round begins ...

It seems like never ending.

"Yan Zhaoge!" Chen Qianhua roared suddenly.

"What?" The Yan Zhaoge in front of him calmly responded, but fell sharply at the same time.

Exactly the same as in Chen Qianhua memory.

It's just that this time, it wasn't Yan Zhaoge personally take action. The light blade was suspended and autonomous.

The order and position of the knife are exactly the same as previously.

So, this is the new cycle.

"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 am using Cosmic Light Heavenly Book, Fallen Immortal Sword, Flying Immortal Ling Guang Book and other methods to create the current situation."

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

Yan Zhaoge looks down at Chen Qianhua, coldly said: "In this limited Space, it is not difficult for me to create a short time back to suppress a cultivation you who have been abolished."

“If you do n’t, after you abolished cultivation, you ’ll be punished by Ling Chi, and it ’s easy to die if you lose too much blood.”

Chen Qianhua stabbed again, grunting.

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

Yan Zhaoge chuckled: "If you change it, you madman may still feel fresh and interesting?"

The expression on Chen Qianhua's face is not so much irritability or anxiety than the pain caused by the injury.

"Now, isn't it interesting?" The smile on Yan Zhaoge's face disappeared: "Now I'm talking nonsense a few words with you here, and you'll play here slowly by yourself."

Chen Qianhua clenches his teeth, his body is distorted and struggles, but he cannot really move.

"For your miserable wretch, I have thought of a lot of ways to clean up you before." Yan Zhaoge said, "For example, I made a special toilet, sealed you at the bottom, and endured the baptism of human world grain wind and rain."

"But then I thought, every time you change to a different person, you will feel very fresh and interesting, right? Then should I clean up or take care of you? This is not appropriate, it is inappropriate." Yan Zhaoge right hand fists into left palm hesitated lightly in his heart.

"However, let's take only one person, and then I will take the retrospective time as now, so that you can always repeat the toilet for one person, and the speed process is the same every time the shape, size and weight.

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

Although with a smile, Yan Zhaoge's gaze was cold and there was no smile. The sight made Chen Qianhua feel burning.

"There are other ways." Yan Zhaoge said in a cold tone: "Block your body so that it cannot move at all, and then remove your two eyes and tongue, but touch, hearing, and smell will leave you."

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

"It is in this environment that you are slowly staying in the old days." Yan Zhaoge lowers his head looks at Chen Qianhua: "You love to play so much, so love to guess, do you guess how long you can persist in this environment? "

Chen Qianhua eyes closed does not answer, the body trembles slightly, as if forcing something to endure, anxiety already overflows with words.

Yan Zhaoge calm looks at, he slightly tilted his head: "You see, I'm still very humane, after all, I have prepared a few different ways for you to give you a chance to change the trick, should you thank me Let's talk about basic politeness? "

"You, you are very angry!" Chen Qianhua shook the corner of his mouth, as if laughing: "You are angry because I have broken your good deeds, but you are helpless?"

He struggled with raise one's head and looked at Yan Zhaoge: "I've always regretted that you are an instinctual person, but like most people, you are disturbed by emotions for vulgar things."

Chen Qianhua grinned: "You torture me now, Correct because of your helplessness and anger in other things ..."

Yan Zhaoge looks at him, suddenly Puchi laughed out loud.

The light blade keeps falling one by one.

Soon, it's another cycle.

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 am really angry enough to lose my mind, I will slap you directly."

He looked at Chen Qianhua with a disdainful look: "You don't care about life or death? So how does it matter to me? I care if you are afraid of death?"

"Slap you with a slap, I'll be happy. Who cares what you feel?"

Yan Zhaoge spread his hands: "If I am worried about something else, how can I now think about how to pack you?"

Chen Qianhua grunted, and a blood arrow burst out again.

It is completely known that after going through all the details, he repeats it again and again and again, making him anxious and irritable. already is about to go crazy.

And this nightmare that seems to be infinite reincarnation, but it never seems to end.

But a new question came to his mind, prompting him to ask hard: "Demon of Yang Earth rebirth and death, can you restore the dead to life?"

"Want to know what just happened? Want to know how I plan to solve this problem?" Yan Zhaoge bowed his head, looks at Chen Qianhua.

both sides looks at each other, Yan Zhaoge keeps silent.

The pain of Chen Qianhua has been accumulating continuously. He clenches his teeth and supports hard.

After a long time, Yan Zhaoge suddenly gave a smile, word by word.

"No, sue, sue, you."

By the way, he turned and left without stopping, disappearing without a trace.

Under situation, who knows that he may insult himself, the problem of Chen Qianhua only blurted out.

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

Anxiety and irritability can never be relieved, but continue to accumulate, and finally begin to upgrade to pain.

"Yan! Zhao! Ge!" Chen Qianhua makes a painful and angry roar!

The calmness and laziness in the past are long gone, existence, and the endurance is finally exhausted.

In the cage of black fire, roaring and screaming like a sleepy beast.

The response to him was that light sabre was step by step and fell again.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't slow down.

Round after round.