He is no longer afraid of death, and living will only make him suffer.

But now, what's even more tragic is that he doesn't even feel pain, there is only hatred in his eyes.

His swordsmanship is called ruthless swordsmanship.

He has cut off all emotions in the world, and his sword, called the Sword of Unfeeling, has sealed off all his hopes.

The sword became more and more powerful, and the power of the sword light was indeed as Zhang Ziyang said, getting stronger and stronger.

Beside Chen Nan, corpses fell one after another.

Any soldier stabbed by him would be killed with one blow.

Spare me! Spare me. A soldier was lying on the ground, looking at Chen Nan with horror on his face.

Chen Nan's eyes moved slightly, and he remembered that he begged the soldier leader yesterday, and it was the same.

I had a glimmer of hope, but that glimmer of hope was dashed just like that.

His hope is trampled under his feet. When there is no hope, it is despair.

Seeing that Chen Nan's sword did not swing down immediately, the soldier also breathed a sigh of relief and immediately said: "Please, I have an old man above me and a young man below me..."

Before he could finish his words, his eyes widened, and the sword had already pierced his head.

Until his death, the soldier did not understand why he was begging for mercy so hard, and the man in front of him still had no intention of letting him go.

Chen Nan's sword only stayed for the moment when the man begged for mercy, and did not stop after that.

His sword was stained with hot blood, but the body of the sword was cold.

This kind of coldness makes people tremble and makes them afraid to look directly.

Soon, these soldiers became more and more surprised as they killed more and more, because they discovered that no matter how many people came, the man in front of them would be stabbed to death with a sword.

He was like a butcher wielding a sword. Anyone who came close to the man would not survive.

At this moment, these soldiers were frightened. This was a big devil, more terrifying than the devil from hell.

These soldiers had the intention to retreat, but when they wanted to retreat, they found that it was already too late. What greeted them was the ruthless swordsmanship.

In the pool of blood, more and more bodies fell down, and the blood and rain mixed together.

But the lightning and thunder in the void still did not stop.

They seemed to be sad, but also seemed to be slightly excited.

It took a whole day, but not a single one of the 30,000 people who captured the city survived.

Chen Nan slashed 30,000 times, but no one could survive even two blows from his sword.

He raised his cold eyes and looked at everything in front of him. There was no more sadness or heartache.

Because his heart is dead.

He is no longer the Chen Nan who practices medicine to save people, but a devil who has fallen into hell.
Chapter completed!