The business counterattack of a wretched man: the temptation of two goddesses

On the battlefield, Death waved its scythe wantonly. The once smiling faces have now turned into cold faces, sinking in a pool of blood. Ai Bu Xing stood there, his ferocious smile still there, but his eyes were colder, like a wild wolf in the storm.

「I want you all to be buried with me!"Ai Buxing swung his sword and blasted away. Each sword seemed to be lifting a mountain and carrying a cauldron, powerful enough to defeat thousands of armies. I followed closely behind, feeling awe-inspiring but also extremely excited.

「Hold your chest high and charge me!"Ai Bu Xing shouted while fighting. It seemed that even the God of Death was frightened back by his roar.

Our encounters with the enemy became increasingly fierce. At this moment, a sneak attack enemy army wanted to make a surprise attack from behind us. My heart tightened, and I was about to remind Ai Bu Xing, but he had already noticed something fishy.

「There is a sneak attack from behind, are you all papery?"Ai Buxing didn't even look back. He stepped back and kicked the assassin who was close at hand away. Then he swung his sword and the assassin's head fell leisurely.

I couldn't help but secretly rejoice, it was such a blessing to fight side by side with such people.

After severely damaging the enemy, we seized the opportunity, but at this moment, an enemy general came like a storm. He is tall and tall, holding a knife in both hands. Every step he takes can shake the earth.

Ai Buxing's eyes flashed with challenge, and he rushed towards the general. I wanted to step forward to support him, but he waved his hand and refused,"Leave some fun for me while you go take care of the other minor characters!"」

「Be careful, don't let me down!" I shouted, feeling vaguely ominous in my heart.

Ai Bu Xing fought against the general, and the battle was earth-shattering. I saw that Ai Buxing became more and more courageous as he fought, forcing the opponent to retreat step by step. However, the aura of the God of War did not always protect him. In a moment of carelessness, Ai Buqing was stabbed in his left arm, and blood flowed out.

「Haha, this little injury is nothing, it’s so happy!"Ai Bu Xing didn't seem to care. Instead, he was full of pride. He danced his sword like the wind, and finally cut off the opponent's head in a storm-like attack.

The battle continued, and although the wound made Ai Buxing's movements slightly inconvenient, his fighting spirit did not diminish at all. His uninhibited laughter seemed to tell the God of Death that even in these troubled times, he must live out his heroism.

Just as we were gradually suppressing the enemy, suddenly, the color of the world changed, and a more powerful force broke into the battlefield. A mysterious group of riders in black armor, they are like messengers from the underworld, exuding suffocating pressure.

「Who are these guys? How come the combat power is so terrifying!"I couldn't help shouting

「Humph, even if the real God of Death comes, I have to let him taste defeat!"Ai Bu Xing roared angrily. Although he was scarred, he became braver and braver as he fought. His figure was erratic on the battlefield, which was jaw-dropping.

However, the strength of this unknown enemy obviously cannot be underestimated. Although Ai Buxing was brave, during the confrontation with the black-armored knight, he suffered more and more wounds, and his shirt was dyed red with blood.

「I like the tough life!"Ai Bu Xing roared, the wind and clouds above his head were changing, and the sword in his hand was like a blood-drinking dragon, cutting the ranks of the enemy.

In the end, with a single blow with all his strength, Ai Buxing finally defeated the leader of this mysterious knights, but he also fell exhausted on the battlefield. There was a proud smile on his lips, as if even the underworld could not contain his wild soul.

As the sun sets, we are the only ones standing on the battlefield. Ai Bu Xing used up his last strength and gasped:"Remember, walk with the wind, fight