"The bamboo family who listens to the sound of bamboo in the mountains, the swordsmanship is fierce and fierce, indeed powerful. Your swordsmanship is also good, but your arrogance is too weak. Don't talk about dealing with me, even the brothers in my family behind me, I'm afraid you will Can't handle it."
Feng Wumian showed contempt, looking down at Zhu Feidao.
As the saying goes, a trapped beast is still fighting, and Zhu Fei has this kind of momentum at this moment. But in the eyes of Feng Wumian and these few people, it is not even a cornered beast that is still fighting.
Because this is what he calls suicide.
"That's right, this is a world that focuses on strength and youth. You old and useless old man, why are you still trying to kill yourself?"
"I can crush a person like you to death with one finger. According to the logic, you should just sit and wait to die."
"Perhaps he came here because he was afraid of waiting to die. He wanted to shine before he died, in the name of promoting loyalty. The idea is good, but people don't know themselves. This kind of thing is considered death. Here, no one will sing the song, but laugh at him for overreaching himself."
"Isn't that a little too detrimental for you?"
"What's the loss? It's just a fact."
A few members of the Feng family were watching the fun from the tree, uttering obscene language without any scruples, very domineering.
"You bastards!" Although Zhu Fei had a good temper, he was still fuming, and the hand holding the sword turned white because of too much force, and trembled slightly.
His cheeks were bright red, which was extremely humiliating.
In terms of status and strength in the Jianghu, Zhu Fei's demeanor only made a few members of the Feng family feel that the old man had become angry from embarrassment, and even laughed a few times loudly, contemptuously.
"It's embarrassing, don't hurry up." Feng Wumian also said.
"The death of a man is more important than Mount Tai, and lighter than a feather. In my opinion, it is very meaningful to die here. Even if you are unknown. Even if you are ridiculed."
Zhu Fei took a deep breath, calmed down the restlessness in his heart, and the expression on his face became solemn and vivid, like a warrior going to death without any regrets.
At this time, Zhu Fei is in high spirits and has a compelling charm. is beautiful. By no means ugly. Feng Wumian and the others felt that their eyes had been stabbed, and they felt ashamed for a moment, but they were replaced by embarrassment and anger.
"Since you want to die, then I will fulfill you." Feng Wumian looked extremely fierce, and suddenly pulled out the long sword at his waist, and took the lead in striking. The move is the housekeeping skill of the Feng family, "Zhuo Song Yang Wu" swordsmanship.
A master is a master, and his moves are astonishing, like a bird of surprise. The momentum is soaring. Zhu Fei suddenly felt ashamed of his appearance, but at the moment when his benevolence and righteousness were flying, he did not retreat.
"Today is the day of my death!" Zhu Fei smiled without regret, he flicked his sword out of its sheath with a movement of his right hand, and the sound of bamboo moving in the mountains was as fast as lightning, strange and fierce.
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On Dengyang Mountain Road, a carriage was galloping at an extremely fast speed. The driver in the car is like an iron tower. Muscle rolling is very imposing. Sitting next to the coachman was a young man, young and energetic. It is also extremely amazing.
It's just that the young man is in a very bad mood right now, and subconsciously puts his hand on the long sword at his waist on the right side, like that dragon waiting to soar into the sky, ready to move, with murderous aura.
The two are Tiezhu and Zhubijiang. Inside the carriage are Chen Guhong and Yuanyuan. After the group went out, they did not stop and came by boat. After arriving on land, the carriage galloped and chased here.
At this time, Chen Guhong's voice sounded in the car.
"Relax, your grandfather is a man of good fortune, and he will live a long life. He won't die early now."
At this moment, in Zhu Pijiang's mind, Chen Guhong is his serious uncle. Hearing this, he calmed down the eagerness in his heart, took a few deep breaths, and saluted, "Yes."
Inside the car, Chen Guhong sat cross-legged, with Kunwu sword on his lap. Although he was comforting Zhu Pijiang, he was also ready to move, with murderous intent.
Kunwu is a sword, very spiritual. Feeling grateful for Chen Guhong's murderous intent, he was ready to move, as if he wanted to drink blood.
Chen Guhong stretched out his hand to caress Kunwu, and felt even more unbearable.
"Although I practice swords, I am definitely not a person who is brave and ruthless and easily kills, but if I have to, then I can only turn into that Shura."
Grateful for his friend's death, the murderous intent in Chen Guhong's heart became more and more intense.
At this moment, Yuanyuan is sitting beside Chen Guhong, she is not in a good mood. She also knows Chen Guhong very well, the appearance of Chen Guhong now is exactly the same as when Brother Kun attacked Wang Zheng, with a murderous aura like a martial artist.
And she doesn't like Chen Guhong's behavior. Unable to bear it anymore, Yuanyuan pouted and said, "Young master, if you go out to play, even if you go to a brothel, you are willing to go to a brothel. But every time you go out, you are going to help your friends. The last time Mr. Zheng also That's all, after all, I expected to help the funeral and comfort the orphan. How could I expect to encounter ghosts. But this time I went to Longtan, to the tiger's den. Is it worth it for the so-called friendship?"
The words are not pleasant to listen to, but they have a deep sense of love. Hearing this, Chen Guhong felt warm in his heart, dispelled the coldness on his face, showed a smile like a spring breeze, stretched out his hand to hug this girl, and comforted her.
Unexpectedly, Yuanyuan turned her body away, facing Chen Guhong with her back.
Chen Guhong knew that Yuanyuan was really angry, so he made a solemn statement, pondered for a while and said, "Then if one day I fall into the water and I'm about to drown, what will you do?"
"Of course I will die with the young master." Yuanyuan blurted out.
"Why did you die with me?" Chen Guhong was taken aback.
"Because Yuanyuan can't swim, she can't save Young Master." Yuanyuan said.
Chen Guhong felt very heart-warming, then touched Yuanyuan's little head, and put his arms around her slender waist, Yuanyuan didn't resist. Chen Guhong clung to her ear and said with a smile: "Although the feelings between each other are somewhat different, they are almost the same as your feelings for me. So I'm going to go, besides, I can swim what."
Don't say that Chen Guhong's strength is amazing, even if his strength is low, he still has to go.
Friends are friends who support each other, such as Wang Song, Zheng Chong, Wu Zhengchun, Shui Ping, Zhu Fei and others. On the contrary, it is like those classmates who are unwilling to connect with each other.
Of course, the world is more of the latter and less of the former, but because of this it is brighter like the scorching sun. How many heroes are throwing their heads and blood at this moment, dying without regret.
This is the pride of a man, Chen Guhong would rather die among thousands of armies than live among mortals.
Even if it will die silently.
A man's pride is a deadly poison. Yuanyuan left her young lady to follow Chen Guhong at the beginning because of Chen Guhong's talent, which deeply moved her.
At this time, she also found that she liked the current son even more.
It seems a little too weak to be purely scholarly. At this moment, he is more like a man. An impulse surged in Yuanyuan's heart, she hugged Chen Guhong's waist with her backhand, and hid her small head in Chen Guhong's arms.
The two embrace each other, it has nothing to do with love and beauty, but just love each other.