"Poof!"

There was warm blood splashed on Feng Xin's face, it wasn't her blood, because someone came to her faster than the alloy knife.

Although the speed was catching up, the strength of the person who came was obviously far inferior to Zhao Bu, so not only was his hand cut a big incision, but even his shoulder was almost useless.

But fortunately, the person who came changed the direction of the flying knife in time, so that she could finally survive.

But what's the point?

"Why?"

Feng Xin looked at the man in front of her in front of her, who was obviously like a mustard to her just now, why did he come to her after he had already expressed his attitude and revealed his true colors?

Sun Yueqin's entire right arm was in pain, but he kept smiling and looked at Feng Xin, who was pale in front of him.

He didn't answer, and he wouldn't say what he thought at this time, just because he didn't want Feng Xin to leave too many sad memories, just because he was going to die today, and Feng Xin still had to live carefree. Not for anyone, just for herself.

"Hey, old bastard Zhao Bu, although I'm not very optimistic about this woman, but bullying the weak, I'm really not used to it. ”

He suddenly turned around, walked towards Zhao Bu freely, and said, "Let her go, you kill me." ”

Zhao Buxu narrowed his eyes, but the corners of his mouth showed a clear smile and said, "My plan is successful, isn't it?"

"It was a success. ”

Sun Yueqin bowed her head and admitted.

"Hahahaha, you are still as hard-mouthed as ever, it is rare to deal with you for so many years, how can I be embarrassed to refuse this last wish of yours?"

Zhao Bu showed a slightly distorted smile on his face, and glanced at Feng Xin not far away, and then said: "However, how can you die for love, how can you not die vigorously?

"What do you want?"

Sun Yueqin's face was ugly, he really hated that a month ago, he didn't chase more ruthlessly, and directly ended the scourge of Zhao Bu, wouldn't he have put an end to the troubles?

Sun Yueqin is Zhao Bu's sworn enemy, naturally the more Sun Yueqin suffers, the happier Zhao Bu feels.

At this time, he felt very happy, happy that his plan would succeed, happy that he had finally trampled his opponent under his feet, and even more happy that his opponent would be stupid enough to fall in love with a Ke and Long man.

The knife just now was just a test, not only to test Sun Yueqin's feelings, but also to test Sun Yueqin's strength.

He absorbed the internal qi of the old man, but Sun Yueqin's strength was also a mystery.

For a long time, when I fought with Sun Yueqin, I always felt that Sun Yueqin was like a bottomless pit, and she was strong when she was strong. This is also why, apart from Sun Yueqin's arrogant and domineering character, apart from such a small factor, he can't help Sun Yueqin's fundamental reason.

Of course, these were things that preceded the outbreak of the OM virus.

After that, I haven't seen each other for more than three years, and no one knows how far the other party has grown, and when we met him for the first time, he was seriously injured, and he didn't have the courage to test Sun Yueqin's true strength. was able to get away with it, perhaps thanks to Sun Yueqin's nostalgia, which is really ridiculous to say.

Others let him go, but he couldn't tolerate others.

However, these messages had already been seen after the knife just now, and the confidence in his heart was even higher.

Just one Sun Yueqin is no longer a concern.

"I'm going to give you a chance, a chance to save Feng Xin, if you succeed, you can leave with Feng Xin and live a free life together, if you fail, you will die in front of her." ”

Sun Yueqin was not amused, and said: "It seems to be very principled, but in fact, it is just that I want to be ashamed when I see that my strength has finally surpassed me." You are not good to honor the Lord. ”

"No matter what you think of me, you have no reason to refuse, do you?"

Zhao Bu didn't pay attention to Sun Yueqin's belittling, just because right and wrong were not just what one person said, and he cared more about his own mind.

There is no doubt that he is happy now, so why should he bother with the eyes of the world, what he has done, how he has ever thought of being approved by others.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, and his face became stern, "Then, the game has officially begun." Come, use your sword, and save your love. ”

Sun Yueqin really has no reason to refuse, rather than taking the initiative to wait for death, it is better to fight happily, maybe there is still a glimmer of life, although that glimmer of life is so slim that there is no chance to even see it.

He used a sword, but today he does not carry a sword.

Because when he felt that the old man of the Venerable Lord had died with the arrival of Zhao Bu, he knew that even if he brought a sword, it would be in vain.

But at this moment, he had to pick up the sword and fight for the fate of himself and Feng Xin.

So, he put away his umbrella and held it in the palm of his hand.

"Huh?"

Zhao Bu felt that he was already playing cards out of common sense, but he didn't expect Sun Yueqin to sometimes do it more thoroughly than him.

However, his unofficial thoughts didn't last long, as he had quickly felt a terrifying sword intent rising from that ordinary umbrella.

This didn't make his eyes freeze, just because Sun Yueqin's sword intent was obviously better than the level of sword intent he comprehended, and it was not a loss that he was a dead brain who only knew how to practice martial arts.

However, he didn't plan to use the knife he was absolutely good at at this time, because the knife killed people too quickly, so he didn't want to let Sun Yueqin die under his knife so soon.

The struggle of the weak is interesting, and the enemy becomes the weak, struggling in front of himself, isn't it even more interesting?

He enjoyed the process so much that he wasn't going to go under the knife.

It must be a particularly beautiful picture for him to smash his enemies all over his body, and to see that his beloved is in front of him, but he is unable to do anything and feel pain and sorrow.

Thinking of this, his smile spread even more.

"Come on, struggle with all your might!"

As soon as Zhao Bu's words fell, a sword light hit his eyebrows.

He could be extremely sure that this was the strongest sword he had ever seen, and even when Sun Yueqin fought before, he had never seen a powerful sword, but it was not enough, it was far from enough.

The sword light in his eyes was too slow, so slow that he had absolute confidence and was able to dodge lightly.

Yes, dodge, many times dodging is more difficult to do than direct hard resistance, but the strength of the two sides is no longer at the same level, and it can naturally make the impossible possible.

As soon as he made a mistake in his own steps, Sun Yueqin's sword pierced through the air from a position less than a foot above his chest.

But just when he thought that he was going to take the opportunity to give Sun Yueqin a heavy blow, Sun Yueqin's sword suddenly turned sideways without reason, and slashed at his neck at an even more terrifying speed.

Zhao Bu's eyelids jumped wildly, and while finally realizing Sun Yueqin's horror, he felt a little more interested in his heart, after all, killing a person who had no power to fight back was really more pleasant than the victory obtained after a serious battle.

Seeing that he came first, the finger flicking made Sun Yueqin's umbrella raise high, just around his head.

One blow is not a meritorious achievement, Sun Yueqin's face is not much regret, nor can he see the slightest panic, although in terms of this fight, he is at an absolute disadvantage, but in addition to pure strength, there are many factors that affect the battle situation.

For example, the mentality, the actual moves, the use of the environment, and so on.

Although he is not as good as Zhao Bu in terms of internal qi cultivation, his swordsmanship and combat skills are things he can rely on, and he still has the possibility.

But just when he thought so, he only heard a "click" in his hand, and the umbrella blessed by his sword intent suddenly shattered, which made him look slightly stunned.

The so-called picking flowers and twisting leaves can also hurt people, which means that "meaning" is attached to those seemingly weak things, which is the root of a martial artist, and even more important than internal qi, which is why Zhao Bu must get the sword intent of the old man.

But even if the sword intent is already Sun Yueqin's most powerful reliance, he can't withstand the power of a finger in front of Zhao Bu, how can he continue to fight?

Looking at the handle of the umbrella with only a piece of residual wood left in her hand, Sun Yueqin bowed her head and was silent.

"What are you walking on?!"

Suddenly, Zhao Bu's teasing voice came from his ears, and Sun Yueqin still lowered his head and ignored it.

It's just that when Zhao Bu attacked Sun Yueqin at an extraordinary speed, Sun Yueqin's umbrella handle happened to appear in front of Zhao Bu.

"Whew!"

A white, visible aura streaked across the sky, and the two of them were speechless for a long time.

Zhao Bu slowly turned his head, looked at the blood hole that appeared in his palm, and said in disbelief: "Is this your limit?"

"If you hadn't changed the direction of your attack on the fly, you'd be dead. ”

Sun Yueqin said lightly, but there was a deep helplessness in his words, just because it was the last sword he could send, he used up his sword intent but failed to kill the enemy, and naturally he was the only one who died.

He slowly closed his eyes, not daring to look at Feng Xin even once, because he was afraid that his reluctant situation would drag his body and mind into hell.

But after waiting for a long time, he didn't see Zhao Bu's palm falling, Sun Yueqin had doubts in his heart, but such doubts didn't last long, and he came up with the answer himself.

Because in the small courtyard, a second sword intent was born at this time.

He could be sure that it was definitely not his sword intent, so who would it belong to?

He turned his head and looked past Zhao Bu and landed on Feng Xin in the distance, at this time Feng Xin already had tears on her cheeks, obviously she didn't think that Sun Yueqin could win the battle, and the sword intent could not come from her.

Finally, as if remembering the fourth person in the courtyard, a strange smile appeared on his face.

"Do you have the intention to plant flowers and flowers that don't bloom, and you don't want to plant willows and willows?"