He chased Chen Yanbin all the way to the back house, and his whole body became like a bloody man, with blood dripping from the blade.

Chen Yanbin stood under the eaves, looking at the miserable situation in front of him, and couldn't help but smile.

He slowly drew out his sword and glared at Han Shizhong.

"Old thief, put down your weapons and I will spare you."

"My wife and children die in your hands. Even if I live, what's the fun of it?

Dog Official, you bully good and you will not die well... Even if I die, I will never let you go."

Chen Yanbin spoke, and rushed towards Han Shizhong with his sword.

He obviously practiced it, and the sword was guided by an immortal with one move, which was extremely cruel.

However, in Han Shizhong's eyes, Chen Yanbin's sword technique was not worth worrying at all. He sneered, raised the sword in his hand, and opened the sword in Chen Yanbin's hand with a clang, then flashed forward and kicked Chen Yanbin's stomach. Chen Yanbin screamed and threw himself to the ground, and the sword flew out of his hand.

"Old thief, Yanei said that you should keep your life, otherwise you will be killed today?"

Chen Yanbin fell into the mud, but his face was not afraid.

He showed a strange smile and suddenly sang loudly: "Burn my body, the burning holy fire.

Nothing is joyful in life, nothing is hard to die.

Do good to eliminate evil, but only because of the light... Daming Zun, disciple Chen Yanbin, has returned home!"

Chen Yanbin hissed, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out and fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!