Chapter 273: I'll Take Your Life (2)

The sword slashed across the meadow, shattering countless grasses.

Shen Ke sweated like rain, the hairpin on the top of his head was picked off by Zhu Ge, and his black hair was scattered.

Several feathers landed on his shoulders, swaying from side to side for a moment before falling to the grass.

Zhu Ge sneered and looked at the embarrassed Shen Ke in front of him, proudly raised his chin and swept his sword across the lush and neat grass behind him, behind Shen Ke, the grass had already sunk into the mud.

This feeling is really good, Zhu Ge laughed happily, since An Guogong, he has never met such an opponent again, the difference is that Shen Ke's father defeated him, and Shen Ke will definitely be defeated by his sword.

For a moment's breath, Shen Ke raised his sword again and set off, the two swords were handed over, and sparks were detected, and the sparks without temperature bloomed brilliantly, and the two pairs of tight eyes got closer and closer. At the moment when the red sleeves swept over, Shen Ke twisted and flew up, two swords vertical and horizontal, and sparks bloomed.

When the sword body reached the hilt of Zhu Ge's sword, Shen Ke's left hand left the hilt, and turned his palm towards Zhu Ge's chest, Zhu Ge stepped on the ground and leaned back half a step, holding the sword with both hands and twisting the sword against his hilt so that the tip of the sword was aimed at Shen Ke's chest.

Shen Ke took a step back, and with a somersault, he used the thick soles of his riding boots to push away the tip of his sword.

Then, he moved again, he didn't give himself a chance to breathe, let alone a chance to adjust his attack, his sword aimed at Zhu Ge's throat.

The sword he brought with him today, called Throat Seal, was given by Ning Chaoge, and he didn't use his sword today, he didn't want this filthy blood to stain his sword of revenge.

Zhu Ge's narrow eyes narrowed, the dangerous murderous aura that erupted under Shen Ke's violent movement seemed to bring this summer into the middle of winter, Zhu Ge took a deep breath and met this cold sword, the geese on the weeping willows flew up one after another, flapping their wings and hovering above the heads of the two, the weeping willows moving with the wind quieted down, the flowing white clouds seemed to have stagnated, and the red fish in the lake curiously crowded under the feathers made a circle of ripples, pushing the feathers on the lake to the shore of the lake.

In one round, Zhu Ge avoided Shen Ke's sword, but the right eyebrow was cut in half, and the flesh was cut off together, and the blood stained the white bones.

Shen Ke slashed his sword at the grass, and the neat grass was broken.

He stood in front of the Zhu Pavilion where he stood, and now they were equal.

The most important thing in a big battle is to correctly judge the strength of one's opponent, and Zhu Ge exposed his strength, which is indispensable.

Sweat fell on the blade of the sword, sliding down from the gap mixed with blood, and the edge of the gap still hung with Zhu Ge's piece of flesh.

"I underestimated you!" Stepping on the two footprints that Shen Ke had just stepped on, Zhu Ge tightened the remaining half of his eyebrows, he really underestimated Shen Ke, Shen Ke's methods were different from what he understood, and the upright Shen Ke would never use such insidious methods.

This is somewhat similar to him, in order to win without achieving the end of the means.

"To deal with an ungrateful villain like you, do you still need to care about the means?" Knowing himself and knowing that he has won all battles, Shen Ke has been understanding Zhu Ge for the past eleven years, even if he once thought that Zhu Ge was dead, he never stopped understanding him, although Zhu Ge is a sinister and treacherous villain, but if he can kill his father, it proves that his strength cannot be underestimated, and he has to do everything to deal with such a person.

"If you hadn't spread the news, I wouldn't have been able to believe that you were the son of An Guogong now! Shen Ke, you have taken a dead end yourself. Zhu Ge wrinkled his brows and squinted his eyes, blood stained his cheeks red, but there was no painful look, how could a person who could swing a sword and cut off his own descendants be afraid of such a little pain.

"Then you will also die in front of me, An Guogong can have a son to avenge him, what about you? was scolded by people before he was alive, died and left a stench for 10,000 years, you live with his stinky feet, what do you get in addition to getting your current status? Even if we die, our father and son are a thousand times better than you. ”

"A thousandfold thousand! That's what only the living can enjoy, and it's nothing when you're dead! This half of my eyebrows was cut off by your father, and today the left half of my eyebrows was cut off by you, but so what? Your father is dead, dead by my sword, and you will die by my sword, fame is worthless to me! Zhu Ge slowly lifted the sword in his hand, and his footsteps began to move towards Shen Ke's side. After the death, all I want is now! ”

The sword flashed as fast as the wind, and half of Zhu Ge's cheeks were stained red with blood, but his hands became more and more cold.

Shen Ke raised his sword to block, and stepped hard to hold his fixed body against this sword, Zhu Ge turned to one side, and the blood that had not yet coagulated was sprinkled on Shen Ke's chest and face, absorbed and spread by sweat.

The two phantoms intertwined again, and the soldiers not far away had begun to leave, but most of them began to walk towards the meadow, and issued a dismissal order, they were free people, no longer soldiers, they came to cheer for their heroes.

Shen Ke's sword was like lightning, Zhu Ge was as fast as the wind, the two separated again, Zhu Ge's chest had been dissolved, the skin and flesh were full of blood, and Shen Ke was slashed on the arm, and the white bones could be seen.

And they're still going on.

The soldiers who had walked two feet outside them stopped, and the foul words cursing Zhu Ge rushed into the sky, and the cheers for Shen Ke were like waves of the sea.

Shen Ke's black hair was flying, his blood was like a god, Zhu Ge's blood was flowing all over his face, and his face was as hideous as a yaksha.

The swords of the two were handed over again in the scolding and cheering of the soldiers, although they were only two feet away, the soldiers saw two phantoms, Shen Kejian pointed at Zhu Ge, his left hand clenched into a fist, when Zhu Ge was close to the handover of the two swords, the fists of the two hit each other heavily, and the crisp fracture sound was like a water spinach that had been cut off by someone, and one by one it came to everyone's ears.

Although he didn't look at it, Shen Ke could feel that the bones in his hand were broken and half-broken.