Friends are friends, Zhu Fei and Chen Guhong have the same mood and determination. The only difference is that Chen Guhong can swim, but Zhufei cannot.
"Wow, boom!"
The white waterfall is like a long dragon, and the sound of the turbulent water is like thunder. Below the waterfall is a large pool, in which fish swim.
At this moment, the fight between Zhu Fei and Feng Wumian is over, and the battle between the two is only ten strokes. However, the damage caused was quite large. On the road, traces of sword energy were everywhere.
There are small trees all around that have been split in half, and some rocks have been broken to the ground.
At this moment Zhu Fei was lying on the ground, his condition was not very good. There was a long and narrow wound on his chest that went deep into the bone, and his left shoulder was stabbed across the face. The red blood stained his clothes and the ground red, which was shocking.
The mouth was slightly opened, and heavy breathing could not be heard.
But Zhu Fei's eyes were unyielding and filled with a little smile, even at the current situation, his right hand is still holding his sword firmly.
Because Zhufei did something that made him feel refreshed. The more he thought about it, the happier he became, Zhu Fei stared at Feng Wumian's pretty face.
The battle between the two of them was very miserable, but Feng Wushen let out a sound of white clothes Shengxue, without any filth and dust, very elegant. But Feng Wumian held his sword tightly, the hand holding the sword trembled a little, and his expression was stiff.
And the few people watching were also completely silent.
Zhu Fei looked at Feng Wumian unscrupulously, he tried his best to let out a loud laugh, and said with a smile: "Haha, your name is Wumian, this wound is very suitable for you."
But there was only a slight wound on Feng Wumian's face, the wound was neither long nor deep. But it ruined his handsome face. Feng Wumian is known as the jade-faced gentleman, and he loves his own face very much. He also imitated women and applied a lot of skin-protecting ointment on his face.
But at this moment it is disfigured.
Zhu Fei pays for his own death. How not to laugh now? But Feng Wumian is also very angry, and has no pleasure after victory. Hearing Zhu Fei's loud laughter, it was even more ear-piercing.
"Crack!" There was a sound of broken bones, and Zhu Fei's laughter stopped abruptly on the spot, replaced by a scream. But Feng Wumian stepped on his right hand.
Zhu Fei's hand holding the sword suddenly lost control, and his right arm twisted abnormally to the right.
The right hand is the second life of a swordsman. Although Zhu Fei is only a second-rate swordsman, it is still very precious. At this moment, his career as a swordsman was over, and he couldn't help showing a look of pain.
"Can't you laugh?" Feng Wumian felt happy seeing Zhu Fei in pain. A smile appeared on his face, and his mood suddenly improved a lot.
Unexpectedly, after Zhu Fei recovered his breath, he was not in pain anymore. Instead, he continued to laugh and said: "Why can't I laugh? I want to laugh, and I will continue to laugh. Because I am an old man who has been half buried in the ground, and now I am dying. For a person who is about to die, the right arm is What's the use? On the contrary, you are still in your twenties, and you have this wound on your face, why do you still call yourself a jade-faced son in the future."
"Hahaha. Hahaha."
Zhu Fei laughed, heartily laughing.
This laughter hurt Feng Wumian's heart more and more, and made him feel the wound on his face more hot and painful. His face suddenly became ferocious, plus his red wound. Where can he be called a jade-faced son, he is simply a ferocious butcher.
"Pfft!"
Feng Wumian stabbed down with his sword and stuck in Zhu Fei's leg, blood gushed out immediately. Zhu Fei still laughed. Laughing, laughing more passionately and passionately.
"Make you laugh. Make you laugh." Feng Wumian felt the harshness more and more, stabbing at Zhufei with sword after sword.
"Puff, puff!"
The long sword entered the body, and blood flew out. Zhu Fei soon became very weak, his face was as pale as paper. He couldn't laugh anymore, but he managed to open his eyes, which were still smiling.
At this moment, he is a wealthy guest in the world. Although he has sixtieth hair and low strength, he is far more than ordinary young people. A master must be proud, unyielding, and even a husband.
"I'm going to kill you little by little."
Feng Wumian let out an angry roar, and cruelly raised the sword in his hand.
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On Dengyang Road, the journey became more and more difficult. Not long after, the carriage carrying Chen Guhong stopped. Tie Zhu said to Chen Guhong: "Master, the mountain road ahead is really not suitable for a carriage. Let's go on foot."
"Um."
Chen Guhong lifted the curtain of the car to look at it, then called out to Yuanyuan to pick up the package, picked up the Kunwu sword himself, and put it in the case. He got out of the carriage and walked on the mountain road with everyone.
Soon after, the group came to the vicinity of the waterfall.
The sound of the turbulent water makes people feel very good. But at this moment, a ferocious laughter surprised everyone.
"I'm going to torture you slowly, torture you. Hahaha."
The voice was ferocious, very cruel. Chen Guhong frowned, but he didn't expect that it was Zhu Fei's voice, after all Zhu Fei went ahead of them, the time difference was eight or nine hours.
Who is this man torturing? Could it be that there is a deep hatred? Chen Guhong couldn't help guessing in his heart, and the crowd subconsciously quickened their pace.
Not long after, the sight suddenly became clear, and the turbulent white waterfall appeared in front of everyone. But everyone didn't feel the beautiful scenery, only felt that their eyes were tearing apart.
I saw a young man stabbing a wounded old man with a sword. The old man was badly injured and was covered in blood. He was exhaling a lot of air but not breathing in it. It's all wounds.
Seeing that he was about to die was very miserable.
The young man didn't let go, stabbing the old man's body one after another with his sword. The old man could no longer scream, and the blood seemed to have drained out, and the amount of bleeding was not much. The reaction was also very weak, but every time the sword stabbed, the body moved and twitched.
Even if this old man has committed thousands of crimes, he will be stabbed to death with a single sword, and he will give him a happy repayment for the hatred in his heart. In broad daylight, if a young man mistreats an old man in this way, even a stranger who has never met before will feel resentful.
What's more, everyone in Chen Guhong immediately recognized that the person on the ground was Zhu Fei.
Chen Guhong's friend, Zhu Pijiang's grandfather.
"grandfather!"
"Brother Bamboo!"
Chen Guhong and Zhu Pijiang shouted together, then ran wildly towards Zhu Fei. When Feng Wumian saw someone coming, he was taken aback, subconsciously retreated a distance, and stood with everyone in the Feng family.
Zhu Fei opened his eyes blankly.
"Why did I hear the voices of Guhong and Pijiang? Could it be that people will have this kind of hallucination when they are about to die? But it's not bad to hear their voices when they are about to die. As a human being, the most important thing you care about is your friends and family. loved ones."
Zhu Fei thought happily.