Ge Zhen jumped up, raised his hideous and terrifying face, and his eyes flashed with a fierce light, and rushed towards the archangel Uriel with his life.

He is in a posture of playing with his life, like a beast that has been hit hard, even if he dies, he has to give the enemy a fatal blow between deaths, holding the other party and dying together, a typical immortality.

"Ha ......"

A wild voice came out of his mouth, probably because it was so painful that the voice was distorted, and this distortion made him appear desperate and finally crazy.

For this kind of crazy opponent, Archangel Uriel has seen a lot and killed a lot, and in his eyes, this kind of behavior is a sign of the weak, because the strong will never be able to do this.

If the real strong can't win, they will flee as fast as possible, and then wait for the next opportunity, because judging the situation is one of the skills of the strong, and only the weak will choose to fight hard and choose to die together.

Why? Because he couldn't defeat but was unwilling, he could only fight hard.

Generally speaking, this kind of desperate effort will end in failure, and the person who can put you to death cares about the desperate life?

Archangel Uriel smiled and walked forward slowly, not in a hurry or impatient, and his confidence was overwhelming.

Scratching Ge Zhen's face is not only the damage to the flesh and skin, but also the damage to the heart, he can 100% guarantee that the soldier Ge Zhen's heart is in chaos, and once it is messed up, he will lose his peak strength.

It's easy to kill an enemy who has a disorganized mentality.

Ge Zhen was rushing, a voice-changing roar came out of his throat, and the whole person was violent like a hurricane; Archangel Uriel is walking, unhurried, breezy and breeze.

The two people present an extreme of movement and stillness.

"Die!! ——”

Ge Zhen roared, and all the green tendons that could burst up all over his body burst out, thinking that the archangel Uriel would collide.

At the moment when his body was about to make contact, Archangel Uriel's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly rushed away, holding the blood-stained M9 saber in his right hand.

"Bang!"

The sound of bodies crashing sounded, and they separated.

"Whew!"

The blade cut through the flesh, and Ge Zhen's abdomen was cut into a deep bloody hole.

Immediately, Archangel Uriel quickly turned around and stabbed Ge Zhen in the back.

"Poof!"

The saber poked in and quickly retracted.

"Poof!"

Ge Zhen fell to the ground heavily, the blood flowing from his abdomen staining the yellow dirt under his body.

"Again." Archangel Uriel exclaimed, "Isn't that okay? You are the soldier Ge Zhen, you once made the world tremble, you used to lead the storm. Get up, go on, and I'll let you die in glory. ”

Hearing this, Ge Zhen endured the severe pain, slapped the ground with both hands, and jumped up again.

Turning around, his eyes were red and bloody, and his tattered face was even more hideous.

"Woohoo......"

A wolf-like howl sounded, and Ge Zhen rushed over again.

Facing Ge Zhen, who was scarred and was already a bloody man, Archangel Uriel smiled, hedged against him, and the moment he made contact, he turned his body sideways, and the saber in his right hand slashed again.

"Whew!"

Ge Zhen had a knife wound on his chest, his flesh rolled up, and blood gushed out.

"Ahem, ahem...... cough cough cough ......"

A violent cough came from his mouth, and the person did not fall, but showed a rickety appearance, because the injury was too serious and too severe, his left hand was rigidly covering his abdomen, blocking the intestines that were about to flow out.

"You are the most powerful of the Chinese, and you should be proud of it, but-" Archangel Uriel paused and continued: "The Chinese are always not good, your nation is inherently weak. It's like a woman who strips naked and shouts chastity while enjoying the ravage. Well, maybe this metaphor is not appropriate, it should be said that while being mistreated, shouting about humble national pride. The people who shout self-esteem are all women who have been stripped of their clothes, and their bodies are full of strong men. It's very cool, but I don't want to admit it, it's been running water, but I still say no. The body is honest and cannot deceive people, this is you Chinese, this is your self-deceiving nation. ”

Full of disdain, full of ridicule, perhaps for the West, China.

"Roar!! ——”

Ge Zhen let out a roaring roar, as if he had been stabbed in the real sore spot, and he turned sharply and rushed towards Archangel Uriel again, without any hesitation, he used his body as the final blow of the chariot.

"Die."

Archangel Uriel made a voice and rushed forward.

The moment the bodies intersected, the saber in his right hand stabbed into Ge Zhen's heart, which was unavoidable.

At the moment when the knife was about to stab into his body and penetrate his heart, Ge Zhen's body suddenly shook, avoiding the fatal heart part of the opponent's M9 saber.

"Poof!"

The saber plunged in, but missed the fatal part of the heart.

This is absolute defense, taking small movements in a fatal situation to protect the lethal part.

"Huh?"

Archangel Uriel frowned, he clearly felt that the saber was stabbed, and at the same time he was held by the other party's arms, but it didn't matter, if one stab was missed, then another stab.

He pulled out his sword, and just as he was halfway through the saber, he felt a huge force coming from Ge Zhen's chest and pressed forward fiercely.

"Poof!"

Pulling out half of the M9 saber and poking it in again, giving secondary damage, and at this time, Ge Zhen spat out blood, still hugging Uriel, and holding it tighter and tighter than just now.

The bodies of the two people were intimately glued together.

"Whew......" Archangel Uriel let out a breath and turned the hilt of the knife with a smile: "Let you die to make your will clear." ”

At this moment, Ge Zhen turned his head violently.

"Whew!"

A small, sharp scalpel was bitten by his teeth, and the moment he turned his head, it slashed across the other person's neck.

Almost instantly, Archangel Uriel's eyes showed a look of horror, and he hurriedly wanted to get out, but Ge Zhen's head shook again.

"Whew!"

The scalpel reverses to create a secondary cut on his neck.

"Ho ......"

Archangel Uriel's pupils began to constrict.

Ge Zhen twisted his head frantically, biting the scalpel and cutting continuously.

"Whew! Laugh at! Laugh at! Laugh at! ……”

Soon, Uriel's neck was cut by a scalpel, and both major arteries in his neck were severed, and hot blood was pouring out like a high-pressure water gun.

Not only his neck, but also his face was cut in a bottom-up order.

"Whew! Laugh at! Laugh at! Laugh at! ……”

In a short period of time, Archangel Uriel's face was all covered with horizontal and vertical knife wounds, the bridge of his nose was also severed, and his two eyeballs were also cut and cracked.

"Poof!"

Uriel fell to the ground, his entire head thrown back, blood spurting from the knife wound in his neck.

A pair of severed eyeballs turned into bloody holes, and his facial muscles twitched one after another, perhaps his brain was still thinking: this is ...... That's it?

Yes, that's the end - a pyrrhic victory, a tragic death, a tragic death.

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