Of course the story will not end in this way. Zhu Feng did not die, and of course he did not drink blood. The reason is that Zhongdao’s chasing the wind seized the only opportunity. He had a knife, but the drug lord did not. He saved drinking blood, and the drug lord lost his hostage. So the rope tied to the wind was cut by the safety blade hidden at the waist, and the dagger in the abdomen became a sharp weapon for killing. The drug lord stared at him to see that the dagger that belonged to him cut the carotid artery, and his life disappeared. In the last scene before, he saw the seriously injured young man rushing out of the room with the anesthetized killer.
"Asshole!" Drinking blood threw up his slap heavily, shocking Zhu Feng who was lying on the hospital bed. However, the slap caught in the wind eventually slapped the wall, "How can you be so fatal!" Drinking blood Thinking of what happened that day, I still have heart palpitations. He himself is not afraid of death, which does not mean that he can face the sacrifices of his companions calmly.
"Congratulations, Brother Drinking Blood." Zhufeng smiled and stared at the gold thread on the sleeve of Drinking Blood. "You are probably the youngest golden knife in history." Just after that mission, Drinking Blood took the gold knife. The position, and the injured Zhufeng took over the position of drinking blood.
"What's the use of saying this! If it weren't for you to get the knife for me that day, Lao Tzu would really owe you a favor!" Drinking blood smashed against the wall and shook down an innocent spider. .
"Don't take it to heart, brother, I only know that every companion is unique. I, I can't bear to lose them." Zhufeng said sincerely, "I believe that if I were captured at the time, Brother Drinking Blood would do the same. Save me."
Coming out of Zhufeng’s ward, Drinking Blood has been thinking about that question repeatedly: If Zhufeng was captured at that time, would he really work hard to save it? What exactly is this river and lake like? Is there really so-called happiness in this world
Drinking blood has been thinking about these two issues for so many years, and he has also been paying attention to the development of this child named Zhufeng. Of course, he has not forgotten that he still owes him his life. Until today, drinking blood told myself that this favor should be paid.
"You just defend and don't attack like this? It's too much to look down on your brother, right." The Yin and Yang Envoy's voice was a little tired, and it was obviously also under great pressure. However, it can be seen from the series of actions just now by Yin Xue that he is quite concerned about this young man named Zhufeng, every knife is extremely measured, and it can block the offensive of Zhufeng without going to him. All this fell into the eyes of the yin and yang envoy and undoubtedly became the key to victory.
"I remember that the criterion of a killer is to have no distractions, let alone feelings." The Yin and Yang envoy's voice resounded again, "It's a pity, it's a pity that you're a taboo with the dignified Suomen Golden Sword and Dragon Tooth drinking blood."
That's right, a killer really shouldn't have feelings, because feelings will affect the most calm judgment, will make the hand holding the knife tremble, slow down the speed of the knife, make people scrupulous, and make a killer die. The most common swordsman from blood-drinking origin would naturally not fail to understand this. However, he knows the value of companions even more after reading the warmth of the world. The reason why Suomen endures is not because Suomen is so cruel and cruel, but because Suomen's companions know sacrifice and dedication.
Zhufeng's knife technique doubled, and drinking blood also added a new wound due to negligence. It's not that the skill of Chasing the Wind has greatly increased, but that the yin and yang caused Zhu Feng to give up all defenses under the control, and 100% of the energy is devoted to offensive. If you really fight the enemy with life and death, drinking blood will certainly not be afraid of such a play that is not afraid of death, but the problem is that the opponent is his life and death brother, and he can't play it.
In the seventeenth round, the knife of Zhufeng tore the cuff of the blood-drinking, leaving a red mark on the left wrist of the blood-drinking; in the thirty-eighth round, the knife of the wind took the blood-drinking away. In the fifty-ninth round, the wind-driven knife climbed onto the blood-drinking left arm, leaving a hole three inches and half an inch deep, which was immediately infected. Red blood drinking half of his body; in the ninety-third round, the wind-seeking knife plunged into the right shoulder of drinking blood, and the dragon teeth in the hand of drinking blood began to shake, and the outcome seemed to have been decided; In one round, Zhu Feng knocked the blood to the ground." "The Golden Knife of Somen, but so." There is pride in the business of Yin and Yang, "In this case, I will let your brother give you a ride, don't worry. , I will let him know that he killed his brother."
Broken Water's Sharp Blade swept past with a touch of tragic green, a ray of blushing like a delicate flower blooming on the tip of a knife, the wind-driven eyes gradually became clear, and the lost memory was quickly returning to his mind.
Who is this? Who is in front of me? Big brother? Why is Brother Yinxue here
Whose knife is this? Why do you look so familiar? Why does my water cut appear here
Whose blood is this? Who is this injured? Why? Can anyone tell me why
"No!" Zhu Feng screamed and wanted to stop his actions, but found that his body was not under his control. The water-breaking knife was still slowly cutting off the blood-drinking brother's throat, and the bright red blood bloomed on the tip of the knife.
"You killed him, you killed him. That's right, you personally killed your beloved comrade-in-arms, your eldest brother." The Yin Yang Envoy's voice was just right to remember that he wanted to destroy the young man's last trace of reason, he To turn him into his collection, his masterpiece.
"I killed him? I killed him! How could it be? How could it happen!" Zhu Fengming's eyes became blurred again, and people were already a little crazy. What happened today was too weird, he couldn't accept it, and he didn't want to accept it. , Just go on like this, don't think about anything, don't need to think about anything, just live like this, maybe you don't need to live.
"It's finished, it's another masterpiece." The Yin and Yang envoy's voice was bright and light, and he was about to walk out of the shadows, clean up the battlefield, and organize his "masterpiece" by the way. However, the mutated student, drinking blood, who was obviously dead, suddenly moved.
Killing Six Blades is like lightning that tears through the dark clouds. It is clearly cut in the void but it makes a sound. The blood-drinking voice is tired but not weak: "Don't worry, chase the wind, I'm not dead yet." Six silver needles came out from Zhu Feng's body, and after a closer look, there was still silk thread hanging from the needle's nose with invisible material.
After Yinzhen was separated from the body, Zhufeng found that he could control the movements of his body, "Brother, you are not dead? That's great." With sudden excitement, Zhufeng fainted again.
"Hey, you kid, it's okay, let's rest for a while." Drinking blood gently let down Zhufeng's body, and the Dragon Tooth Sword raised it, rushing into the shadow of the Yin and Yang envoy hiding.