Not far away, Du Ming'an looked at his grandfather calling this old man who couldn't tell his age brother, and he couldn't help but want to laugh, he couldn't imagine that his grandfather, who had always been cold to the enemy on weekdays, would also have a cute side of fighting with mouths.

It's just that Bai Xiaobing on the side didn't give the two a chance to fight, and as soon as the long sword came out, a set of Bai family's wind-chasing swordsmanship quickly came out to Hu Yifan.

In a hurry, the sword light flashed, and the two had more than twenty fights in a few breaths.

The connection between Bai Xiaobing's sword moves and sword moves did not pause at all, they were interlocking and seamless, and in a very short period of time, there were several more wounds on Hu Yifan's body.

Which is stronger and which is weak, the superior is judged!

At this time, Du Zehui, who originally attacked Hu Yifan, did not shoot at him again, but slapped his palm on Hu Zhizhong's dantian, who was unable to react. A miserable roar sounded, and Hu Zhizhong's cultivation was ruined.

After Hu Yifan heard his son's screams, his moves became even more crazy, regardless of the more and more wounds on his body, he just wanted to break free from Bai Xiaobing's pressing step by step as soon as possible.

Du Zehui stood aside, glanced at Hu Zhizhong, who had become a waste, and said to Bai Xiaobing: "Little girl, the rest of the sin will be solved by you, I don't want to show too much murder in front of my grandson." ”

Du Zehui looked at Cheng Weiran, the head of the Cheng family, who was a little uncertain on the side, and glanced at the more than a dozen guards of the Hu family who were standing aside and couldn't interfere at all. The tone was light, but everyone couldn't help but pay attention to it: "From now on, there will only be one Cheng family left in the western region." ”

Du Zehui's words can be regarded as a reassuring pill for Cheng Weiran.

Du Zehui, whose face was originally condensed like frost, instantly turned into a warm and loving appearance when he turned his face to look at his grandson.

As the grandfather and grandson of the Du family walked towards the Du Mansion, the battle outside the Mansion was still in full swing.

Bai Xiaobing's white-clothed Shengxue stood proudly on the ruined walls of the Du Mansion, with a majestic atmosphere.

The bitter cold wind blew her white robe like a flag fluttering wildly. Following the wind, Bai Xiaobing's long hair flying in the air looked indescribably elegant, and in the eyes of everyone, it seemed that his whole body was full of fairy rhyme.

In an instant, the two figures, one gray and one white, flashed, intersected, and separated again.

The huge gap in strength between Hu Yifan and Bai Xiaobing is something that cannot be made up by all skills, moves, means, and experience.

Hu Yifan has applied the basic skills of his combat skills to a peak extreme, but he is still constantly injured.

Hu Yifan knew very well in his heart that the longer the time dragged on, the more critical the situation of himself and the Hu family would be.

Without allowing Hu Yifan to think about it, Bai Xiaobing slashed out with another sword this time, but this sword was not a head-on impact, but a downward force to prevent Hu Yifan from leaving. When the two of them dispersed, a figure attacked at great speed, and a shot from the back penetrated Hu Yifan's left ribcage.

Cheng Weiran pulled out the gun neatly and neatly, without dragging the mud and water.

Looking at the ancestor of the Hu family, who was barely standing, unable to support his body, and constantly trembling, Cheng Wei put the spear on the ground casually, looked at Bai Xiaobing and nodded: "Today, I will borrow the auspicious words of Du's predecessors, and there will be only one Cheng family in the western region from now on." ”

After finishing speaking, Cheng Weiran turned his head to look at the dozens of personal guards he brought behind him, and suddenly became proud: "All the people of the Hu family, no one will be left, and there will be no forgiveness for killing!"

Hu Zhizhong, who had nothing to cultivate, looked at his father, who was already half-kneeling on one knee not far away, holding on to prevent himself from falling, and mouthfuls of blood kept pouring out of his chest and mouth.

He didn't care about the guards of the Cheng family who surrounded him with swords and swords, Hu Zhizhong had only one thought in his heart at the moment: protect his father! Even if he couldn't escape death after all, he would definitely die in front of his father!

Hu Zhizhong settled down, and at this moment, he no longer had the psychological burden of being abolished.

Since it is inevitable that I will die at the hands of the enemy today, then I, Hu Zhizhong, cannot lose the face of the Hu family to my father in front of outsiders.

Straightening up and taking a long breath, Hu Zhizhong seemed to use all the strength of his life to roar: "The Hu family's guards obey orders! Since it is difficult to escape death today, then we will lie drunk on the battlefield and rest in a battle! On the Huangquan Road, I will make amends to all my brothers again, thank you for your loyalty to the Hu family over the years, and I, Hu Zhizhong, will take the lead." ”

After finishing speaking, Hu Zhizhong picked up a long sword on the ground and walked towards his father Hu Yifan defenselessly.

The long sword in his hand was not for the enemy, and Hu Zhizhong, who had been abolished and cultivated, couldn't even beat a lowest-level monk in the Hidden Sect at this time, let alone fight against those carefully selected personal guards. At this time, the long sword in his hand has only one purpose, to be like his father, and never fall humbly in front of the enemy!

Separated by a group of 'Cheng family thieves', the father and son looked at each other at this moment. Each of them has a strong unwillingness, helplessness and reluctance in their hearts, and they also think of a lot of the beauty of the past in their minds.

Hu Zhizhong looked at the swords and spears that pierced into his body, and the corners of his mouth obviously crossed a slight arc.

Finally, Hu Zhizhong held his tired body, and the long sword in his hand slammed into the ground. Holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, he bent down to support the body that wanted to fall ~ and had lost control.

Hu Zhizhong's eyes staring at his father gradually lost their brilliance, but involuntarily appeared in his mind: when he was a child, his father said strongly to himself, who had low self-esteem: "Son, because you have me, you are no worse than anyone else." Remember! Remember! You have Daddy Me! So you're no worse than anyone else!"

A few meters away, Hu Yifan, who was on the ground with his hands on the ground and half-kneeling on one knee, watched his son Hu Zhizhong who was standing and died tragically. There was a weak heart to look up to the sky and laugh sadly, and the next moment the laughter that made people's hearts desolate came to an abrupt end.

Hu Yifan suddenly seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and his whole body trembled and stood up stiffly. Ignoring the large amount of blood gushing out of his chest and the corners of his mouth again, he looked up at the sky and closed his eyes slightly.

"I, Hu Yifan, have been living in the dreams I have woven all my life.

For the pinnacle of martial arts and the immortality of the Great Dao, he lost love, betrayed friendship, and gave up family affection, and he retreated year after year.

I have always thought that I am sad in the eyes of others, but I feel that my own pursuit is the supreme happiness.

Now facing the parting of life and death, I realize that in the end I am just a mortal man of life and death. Although I know that sooner or later there will be this day, but, I am really unwilling.

If there is an afterlife, I, Hu Yifan, would rather live on the avenue, not for eternal life!

A tear crossed the corner of Hu Yifan's old wrinkled eyes and cheeks, and his lips squirmed slightly, no one knew what he said or thought at this moment.

"Fluttershy, Zhizhong, I'm here, may it be too late......"

Since then, the ancestor of the Hu family, Hu Yifan, who was born above, and the head of the Hu family who was abolished and cultivated by Du Zehui, the heaven-level master Hu Zhizhong, have fallen.

In the world, there are many living beings, and it is difficult to tell who is right and who is wrong, who is right and who is wrong, and some may just have different positions with each other......