Chen Guhong spurted blood all over his body, panted slightly, and was on the verge of falling. And the man in front is the god of the sword, the myth of the myth, the swordsman Bai Zheng.
Compared with Chen Guhong, Bai Zheng was much more decent, his red clothes didn't show any stains, as if he wasn't in a decisive battle, but just strolling around the courtyard at home.
At this moment, there was no ruthlessness on his face, no anger in his eyes, and he had returned to his usual gentle appearance. Because at this moment, Chen Guhong doesn't even have the right to make him angry.
What is there to be disappointed with a piece of trash
I have already stepped on this stepping stone. Life is still going on, and the myth is still going on. The opponent I was looking for was no longer him.
Bai Zheng looked at Chen Guhong contemptuously, and lightly raised his sword, intending to give Chen Guhong a final blow.
In this situation, Chen Guhong is nothing more than a defeated and dying thief.
But this thief still has some use value. Chen Zhengran stepped forward and said to Bai Zhengdao: "Brother, although he is not as good as you, he is much better than me. He is a figure under the myth. How about I say a few words about the current situation?"
Hearing this, Bai Zheng lowered his sword slightly, and nodded slightly to Chen Zhengran.
Chen Zhengran came forward and said with a smile to Chen Guhong: "My dear brother, Youdao now you have two choices, one is to be killed by my senior brother, and the other is to seek refuge with the lord. Youdao is better to die than live, why not?" You have to think carefully about choosing a good brother."
"Hoo hoo!" Chen Guhong was panting, but did not respond.
Seeing this, Chen Zhengran showed displeasure, and said, "When you are about to die, can you be acquainted? Even if you don't think about yourself, you should also think about your family. I have already investigated you, you and Wang Song, Wu Zhengchun Waiting for people to become the four friends of Suihan, and they are very concerned about the Shui family, and even more about their family members. What Yuanyuan, Tie Zhu, sister, brother-in-law, etc. If you resist to the end, then you can only collect their bodies. You know me Not bluffing, because for people like us, extermination is the order of the day."
"You think I'm sure to lose?" Chen Guhong's panting gradually weakened, replaced by a steady one, he raised his head to look at Chen Zhengran, and said.
Chen Zhengran laughed when he heard the words: "You still want to win? Don't say it's my senior brother. With your desperation now, even I can kill you."
"Try!" Chen Guhong glanced at Chen Zhengran lightly. Said.
Chen Guhong just glanced casually, but in Chen Zhengran's eyes, this look is contempt. It made him a little angry, he expected that Chen Guhong would not be able to get through the storm at this moment, and it seemed that the stones in the latrine were smelly and hard and refused to surrender. Then he turned to Bai Zheng and said, "Brother, let me kill this beast."
"You can do it if you want." Bai Zheng said.
"Clang!" Hearing this, Chen Zhengran pulled out the sword from his waist, the sword was shining brightly, and a rush of arrogance shot out, even if it was more arrogance than Bai Zheng. Chen Guhong is not as good as him, but he is not far behind.
As a swordsman, he is indeed number one.
"I can perform one or two of the Shui family's attacking the moon sword technique. I will let you die under this sword technique." Chen Zhengran sneered. Then the sword moved.
Moving like thunder and lightning, the long sword drove straight for thousands of miles, and an unparalleled sword light rushed towards Chen Guhong.
"Take the ax at the door of the class." Chen Guhong said indifferently. His swordsmanship is indeed not as strong as Bai Zheng's, if only he is full of courage. It is almost the limit at this moment.
He will definitely die in the hands of Chen Zhengran.
But Chen Guhong's soul is mysterious and extremely intelligent. With decades of experience, Bai Zheng fought with masters and geniuses to achieve today's swordsmanship. And he just needs to absorb and smelt it.
Although he paid a price, Chen Guhong's swordsmanship has indeed become stronger at this moment.
Chen Zhengran's attacking moon sword technique, "forerunner", is indeed very impressive and very powerful. But in Chen Guhong's eyes at this moment, it was a bit clumsy.
high.
When Chen Guhong absorbed the insights from the battle with Bai Zheng and reached this level of realm. It became more and more clear that the previous self was not wronged.
Hardened is steel, compared to those battle-hardened heroes, I am indeed too immature.
But now I can be considered to have experienced wind and rain.
"Huh!" Chen Guhong took a deep breath, exhaled the stale air in his lungs, and then breathed in fresh oxygen.
It seems to be reborn, abandoning the past to welcome a new life, a new realm.
An invisible aura, like the aura of a god in the sword, spread over Chen Guhong's body, although it was young, it did exist. Baizheng felt this aura, and his complexion changed suddenly, and he shouted: "Be careful."
The precious sword that had been put back into its sheath was immediately drawn out again, with a single movement to save someone. But it was too late.
"The wind blows the bamboo!" Chen Guhong groaned, and swung his sword casually.
"Ding!"
Chen Zhengran's powerful move was easily broken by Chen Guhong, and then Chen Guhong stabbed out with his sword again. Seeing this sword strike, Chen Zhengran's pupils suddenly shrank.
He seemed to have seen his senior brother swinging the sword, but how could it be possible. How could a person who was abused by a senior brother have such a state
But the next moment, Chen Zhengran had no other thoughts. Because Chen Guhong's sword had pierced through his neck.
"Puff, puff!"
Chen Zhengran clutched his neck, but he couldn't stop the gushing blood. He looked at Chen Guhong in terror, and shouted furiously, "How is that possible?"
Before the words fell, the person had already crashed to the ground. His eyes were wide open, and he could not rest in peace.
Man is dead, hatred is useless.
Bai Zheng stopped rushing out, looked down at Chen Zhengran's body, and then asked Chen Guhong, "How could you grow so fast in a short period of time?"
Chen Guhong glanced at Bai Zheng, looked at the god of swords who could almost drag him into hell, and said: "If you are a genius, a natural sword god, then I am not a fool."
Smelling it, Baizheng smelled not only the smell of the same kind, but also the smell of danger. The person in front of him is now a swordsman comparable to him.
Disappointment gradually turned into strong interest and fighting spirit. Bai Zheng let out a wild laugh suddenly, and said, "Hahaha, good, good, now you are qualified to be beheaded by me personally."
"Come on!" With a loud shout, Bai Zheng raised the sword in his hand and attacked Chen Guhong. This sword is much more cautious than the casual one not long ago, so it is even more imposing.
But Chen Guhong is no longer the person he was just now.
"Huh!" He exhaled into his belly, and Chen Guhong also made a sword. This sword was even weirder, sharper, and more perfect than the one that killed Chen Zhengran just now.
This sword is the height, far higher than the high mountains and isolated peaks.