History’s Strongest Senior Brother - 1495

The light knife fell again, and blood suddenly splashed.

Chen Qianhua stared at the wound on his body closely.

The second cut is no different from the second cut that has just been experienced.

Next, the third cut, the fourth cut…

Falling with a single knife, perfectly repeating everything that happened before.

Chen Qianhua knew exactly where Yan Zhaoge would hit with his next knife, how deep and how long it would cut, and even knew that Yan Zhaoge would shake his wrist extra this time when drawing the knife.

Every next knife seemed to be a reincarnation.

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

The wound on his body disappeared again, and Yan Zhaoge’s fingertips stretched out the light blade again and stood calmly in front of him.

So, the third round begins…

As if never ending.

“Yan Zhaoge!” Chen Qianhua roared suddenly.

“What?” Yan Zhaoge in front of him answered calmly, and at the same time he fell with a knife.

It was exactly the same as in Chen Qianhua’s memory.

It’s just that this time it was not Yan Zhaoge who made the shot himself, the light blade was suspended in the air, acting on its own.

The tool exit sequence and path position are exactly the same as before.

Thus, it is a new reincarnation.

“Of course I don’t want to accompany you to play here all the time.” Yan Zhaoge said calmly: “But don’t worry, I created the current situation based on the Eternal Light Heaven Book, the Sinking Immortal Sword, and the Lingguang Fei Immortal Book.”

“You should feel it too. This is not a false illusion, but the constant backtracking 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 rewind and suppress you whose cultivation base has been abolished.”

“If not, after your cultivation base is abolished, you will be tortured by Ling Chi, and you will easily lose too much blood and die directly.”

Chen Qianhua received another knife and snorted.

“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 lightly: “If you change it, maybe you crazy guy still feel new and interesting?”

The expression on Chen Qianhua’s face is not so much painful because of injury, but rather anxious and anxious.

“Now, isn’t it interesting?” Yan Zhaoge’s smile disappeared: “Now I am here to talk nonsense to you, and later you will slowly play here by yourself.”

Chen Qianhua gritted his teeth, twisted and struggling, but couldn’t really move.

“For your cheap bones, I have thought of a lot of ways to clean up you before.” Yanzhao Geyouyou said: “For example, I made a special toilet, sealed you at the bottom, and withstood the baptism of the grains of the world day and night.”

“But then I thought again, every time you change to a different person, you will feel very fresh and interesting, right? Then should I take care of you or take care of you? That’s not appropriate, it’s not appropriate.” Yan Zhaoge made a fist with his right hand. Gently pounded in the heart of the left palm.

“However, we can only take one person, and then I will capture the retrospective time as I do now, so that you will always use one person as a toilet, and the process of shape, size, weight, and speed is the same every time.”

Yan Zhaoge smiled and looked at Chen Qianhua: “This method, and the current experience of Ling Chi, which one do you prefer?”

Although smiling, Yan Zhaoge’s eyes were cold and there was no smile at all. Chen Qianhua’s gaze made Chen Qianhua feel painful.

“There are other ways.” Yan Zhaoge’s tone was cold: “Seal your body completely incapable of movement, and then remove your two eyeballs and tongue, but the sense of touch, hearing, and smell will be left to you.”

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

“In this environment, you slowly stay till the end of the world.” Yan Zhaoge looked down at Chen Qianhua: “You love to play so much, so love to guess. Do you want to guess how long you can last in such an environment? ?”

Chen Qianhua closed his eyes and did not answer, his body trembling slightly, as if he was forcibly enduring something, his anxiety was already beyond words.

Yan Zhaoge looked at him calmly and tilted his head slightly: “Look, I am still very humane. After all, I have prepared a few different gameplays for you to give you the opportunity to change tricks. Should you thank me? Shall we be basic polite?”

“You, you are very angry!” Chen Qianhua twitched the corner of his mouth hard, as if laughing: “You are angry because I broke your good deeds, but what can you do?”

He struggled to look up at Yan Zhaoge: “I have always regretted that you are an interesting person instinctively, but like most people, you are affected by joy and anger for unbearable things.”

Chen Qianhua smiled sadly: “You are torturing me now because of your helplessness and anger in other things…”

Yan Zhaoge looked at him and suddenly laughed out loud.

The light blade keeps falling with a single blow.

Soon, it was another reincarnation.

Chen Qianhua gasped like a trapped animal.

But he still struggled to look up at Yan Zhaoge.

“Don’t feel so good about yourself.” Yan Zhaoge laughed and shook his head: “If I am so angry that I lose my mind, I will just slap you to death.”

He glanced at Chen Qianhua contemptuously: “You don’t care about life and death? So what, what does it have to do with me? I care if you are afraid of death?”

“Slap you to death with a slap, I just feel happy, who cares how you feel?”

Yan Zhaoge spread his hands and said, “If I am worried about other things, how can I think about how to clean up you now?”

Chen Qianhua snorted, and another bloody arrow came out from his body.

Knowing all the details of the specifics, but still repeating them over and over again in general, the anxiety and irritability in his heart has reached the level of madness.

And this is like a nightmare of infinite reincarnation, but it seems that there is no end forever.

But a new question arose in his heart, prompting him to ask with difficulty: “The Devil of Wutu is reborn and extinct, 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 lowered his head and looked at Chen Qianhua.

Both sides looked at each other, and Yan Zhaoge remained silent.

And Chen Qianhua’s pain is always accumulating in reincarnation. He gritted his teeth and supported with difficulty.

After a long time, Yan Zhaoge smiled suddenly, and said every word.

“No, sue, sue, you.”

After that, he turned around and left without stopping, disappearing without a trace.

Knowing that he might be humiliated by himself, Chen Qianhua’s problem just blurted out.

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

Anxiety and irritability can’t be alleviated, but it keeps accumulating, and finally begins to elevate into pain.

“Yan! Zhao! Song!” Chen Qianhua let out a painful and angry roar!

The calm and idleness of the past has long ceased to exist, and the persistence and patience are finally exhausted.

Inside the black fire prison, roars and hissing like beasts continued to sound.

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

Don’t hurry, don’t move, don’t shake.

Round after round.