A puddle of blood spilled in the air, and Goethe's right arm was cut off by Qi Gen, and with the knife, it fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Bang!

Goethe's body finally hit the ground, his face was like ashes, sweat was like rain, the blood on his right arm was still spraying, his body had completely softened into a pile of mud, he couldn't move, and his whole body trembled involuntarily.

Zhao Bing fell from the sky, right in front of Goethe, his iron sword stained with blood, pointing diagonally at the ground, and blood fell from the tip of the sword drop by drop.

"Eighteen Soul Destroying Slashes, it is really powerful, but unfortunately in your hands, you can't exert its power at all."

"Why?" Goethe looked at Zhao Bing in horror, as if looking at a monster: "You Chinese people are all great perverts, and you just learned it?" ”

Zhao Bing shrugged: "You should say, I am a genius, in fact, this set of knife techniques is also very simple, when you cast it for the first time, I learned it, and the next two times, I deliberately let you play it, let me get familiar with it again." ”

"You pervert." Goethe laughed miserably: "But I also admire you, your talent is indeed very high. ”

"You're stupid." Zhao Bing pursed his lips and sneered: "Such a simple sword technique, I don't know how long you have been practicing, but you haven't mastered the essence yet, and you can't reach the level of perfection at all, let alone be superb, so are you convinced now?" ”

Goethe was silent, but lowered his head, meaning very clearly, he was really convinced.

"Chinese martial arts are broad and profound, but in the end, their roots are all the same, and they are all inseparable, and they have mastered the spirit of the Chinese family, and they will learn any martial arts very quickly." Zhao Bing said: "Forget it, there's no point in telling you this, anyway, you are defeated and you are going to die soon." ”

Goethe knew that he would not escape death today, but he calmed down: "If you want to kill, hurry up and do it, if you lose, I am convinced." ”

"Not running away?" Zhao Bing said with a smile.

Goethe was indifferent.

"Of course I'm going to kill you." Zhao Bing said: "However, there are thousands of ways to die, how do you think I should kill you in order to vent the hatred in my heart?" ”

Goethe suddenly laughed: "No matter how you die, it makes no difference to me, you know, what I am best at is torturing people, making people die painfully, so your set has no meaning to me." ”

Seeing that Goethe's eyes were wrong, Zhao Bing hurriedly said: "If you don't want your son to die, I'd better not commit suicide." ”

Goethe's face changed greatly, he stared at Zhao Bing fiercely, just now he was about to bite his tongue and kill himself, but now, he had to stop.

He could die, but he really didn't want his son to die with him.

Everything has nothing to do with the son.

"Maybe we can make a deal."

As soon as Zhao Bing shook his hand, the iron sword was deeply inserted into the ground, and the previous fierce battle did not seem to have any effect on him, and he didn't even have a single sweat on his face, looking extremely relaxed.

"I suddenly found that I love trading with you Red Devils." Zhao Bing continued: "Actually, I also know that this is very boring, but I still want to talk to you, tell me some news about the Red Devils, I can let you die happily, and, your son, I will not touch it." ”

"You know, there's no way I'm going to betray the organization." Goethe spoke.

Zhao Bing frowned and said: "You are the second demon general, but you are not a small person, this kind of words, from the mouths of those people below, maybe it is excusable, you say it, I think it is very unreasonable, it should be said that your understanding of the Red Devil is far beyond others, many secrets, others don't know, you must know, you also know, the beliefs that you usually respect, in fact, after seeing it clearly, you will feel very meaningless, I believe that you are not controlled, if you are going to die, insist on those things, is it really meaningful?" ”

"Since you said it, then I will also tell you, that is my faith, since it is faith, it must be honored when it dies." Goethe said.

"Jokes."

Zhao Bing said mockingly: "Is this more important than your son's life?" You're going to die anyway, but your son is your flesh and blood, the only bloodline you have left in this world, be realistic. ”

Goethe was silent.

"Say, that's fair to you." Zhao Bing said: "Use the news to buy your son's life." ”

Goethe remained silent, but he bowed his head.

"You have a minute to think about it."

As the minutes passed, Goethe's eyes were closed, but his sweat was getting more and more, and the blood at the base of his right arm was almost gone, no longer as raging as before.

He lay in a pool of blood, his body getting weaker and weaker, and his face growing paler.

Death was slowly approaching him.

"It's time." Zhao Bing pulled out his iron sword with a sigh and said: "I'm very shocked, originally this deal was the only chance for you to save your son's life, and it was also extremely fair to you, but you have to take the initiative to give up, I don't want to say anything about this, since that's the case, then don't blame me for being polite, I will let you die slowly." ”

Goethe stopped talking, he raised his head and looked at Zhao Bing with a somewhat contradictory expression.

Zhao Bing didn't wait, he took out his sword like lightning, and stabbed out more than ten swords like lightning.

Goethe's tendons were all broken, and more than a dozen sword wounds were added to his body, the wounds were not deep, but they just cut the blood vessels, and a large amount of blood began to drain.

But Goethe still did not lose consciousness, but this was the most terrible punishment.

"Now, you can watch your blood slowly drain away, that kind of taste, I hope you like it, and after you die, you will soon be able to see your son, that kid who is still in college, he is in Luoxi, I know, by the way, you don't have a chance to see your woman's corpse, but I will throw her in the river, so that her corpse can also become nourishment, at least food for fish......"

Goethe, who had been hesitant, suddenly exclaimed: "Okay, I promise you." ”

Just earlier, a question occurred to Goethe.

Perhaps, Zhao Bing did not kill his woman, because he was sure that he usually went home extremely secretively, even if it was a person in the Red Devil, very few people knew that he still had a family, how could Zhao Bing know all this?

And Zhao Bing didn't let him listen to Katieya, although that email address was the only way to communicate between them.

But everything still gave him a hint of fantasy.

But as Zhao Bing told the news of his son, he really believed it.

As a result, the belief he had insisted on for a long time also collapsed.

Zhao Bing smiled: "I know, you may have suspected before, I didn't catch your woman, but what I want to tell you is that your woman's name is Katieiya, and she said that you are the smartest man in the world, right?" ”

Goethe's face changed again.

He completely believed Zhao Bing's words.

"So, I believe it now, you are really smart, at least you know the current affairs, even if you know that it is death, you can use the last chance to save your son's life, however, I hope you can cooperate with me very sincerely, and don't play any tricks, because if your news does not satisfy me, I will still not let your son go."

"You-"

Goethe was furious.

Zhao Bing's words made him a little worried.

Even now, he didn't think about really betraying the organization, because he knew that if he talked too much, the demon marshal would not let his son go, and he was ready to say something casually and perfunctory.

But now, Zhao Bing directly debunked his careful thoughts.

"You see, in fact, I'm still very sincere, I didn't wait for you to say it later, I told you in advance, I'm very fair, don't I?" Zhao Bing said with a smile.

Goethe coughed a few times, and his body trembled even more, but he didn't open his mouth yet, and perhaps he was wondering what to say.

"Say, because you don't have a lot of blood, and you don't know how long it will flow, and maybe you want to say it for a while, but you can't." Zhao Bing reminded.

Goethe came back to his senses and realized that he really didn't have much time, so he took a breath and said, "What do you want to know?" ”

"Tell me about it, say whatever you want."

"Okay." Goethe said: "Our organization has been controlled by the demon commander for several years, and God has not taken care of anything anymore, he has been in retreat. ”

"You mean God is in retreat?" Zhao Bing asked.

"Yes, it seems that he was injured, it has been twenty years, and he has not healed." Goethe mentioned that man, and there was a hint of respect in his eyes.

Zhao Bing frowned and said, "What kind of person is the demon marshal?" ”

"He's horrible." Goethe's eyes became awe-inspiring: "He is a devil, and no one who is targeted by him can escape, including us, and he has insight into people's hearts, no one can deceive him, and what is even more terrifying is that he is still a disciple of God, a disciple of the closed door, so his martial arts are very high, and if he wants to kill me, it is as easy as pinching an ant to death." ”

"So powerful?" Zhao Bing was a little moved.

He believed that Goethe would not lie to him.

Then he had to pay more attention to this demon commander.

"What's your next plan of action? When does it start? Who will be sent? ”

"I don't know." Goethe said.

"You don't know?" Zhao Bing narrowed his eyes.

Goethe smiled bitterly: "I really don't know, but in a short time, there shouldn't be any action, because he can't get out of his body recently, and he also has to go into retreat." ”

Zhao Bing looked into Goethe's eyes and laughed for a long time: "Okay, you are very cooperative, now I will only ask you one last question, if your answer can satisfy me, our deal will be considered completed." ”

"Don't ask questions I can't answer." Goethe said, "You know what I mean. ”

Zhao Bing nodded: "I want to know, is the demon commander going to deal with me, or is God going to deal with me?" Why did you deal with me? ”

"At first it was God who wanted to deal with you, and then it was the Demon Marshal who wanted to deal with you."

"Then speaking of the roots, or God?" Zhao Bing said in a sullen voice: "I heard that he is from Huaxia, does he have a grudge against me?" But you said that he appeared twenty years ago, when I was still young, how could he have a grudge against me. ”

Goethe was silent for a moment and said, "Are you really going to let my son go?" ”

Zhao Bing was stunned for a moment, and agreed very seriously: "Okay, I promise you to let him live, no matter whether your answer can satisfy me or not, this can be regarded as an affirmation of your attitude just now." ”

Goethe looked at Zhao Bing with strange eyes, and after a while, he said: "Okay, I'll just tell you one thing, maybe it's not true, but I doubt that God and your father may know each other." ”

Zhao Bing exclaimed, "What?"

Goethe closed his eyes and said, "Kill me now!" ”

Zhao Bing was silent for a moment, and with a wave of the iron sword in his hand, a stream of blood arrows flew out, and a head flew into the sky......

……

The wind is mild and the sun is shining.

Today's weather is good, but everyone's mood is very mixed.

The monkey got his revenge, but he left everyone forever.

There was no excitement and no sense of relief.

Although Goethe is dead, there are more challenges for Zhao Bing in the future.

When a man is about to die, his words are good.

He believed what Goethe had said before, but he could not understand why the founder of the Red Devils, the man whom the believers revered as God, had a grudge against his father.