"The bamboo family who listens to the sound of bamboo in the mountains has fierce swordsmanship, and it is indeed strong. Your swordsmanship is also good, but your arrogance is too weak. Don't say it's dealing with me, even the first few brothers behind me, I'm afraid you won't be able to deal with it. ”

Feng Wumian showed contempt and looked at Zhu Feidao condescendingly.

As the saying goes, trapped beasts are still fighting, and at this moment Zhufei has this momentum. But in the eyes of Feng Wumian and these people, it is not even a trapped beast to fight.

Because he is calling himself dead.

"That's right, this is a world about strength and youth. You old and useless old man, what are you still doing with your death?"

"I can crush people like you with one finger, and it stands to reason that you should just sit and wait for death. ”

"Maybe he was afraid of sitting and waiting for death, so he came here? It's a good idea, but people don't have self-knowledge. Even if this kind of thing dies here, no one will sing about it, but laugh at him for not being able to do it. ”

"Isn't that a little too damaging for you?"

"What's the loss? It's just a fact. ”

Several people from the Feng family watched the excitement in the trees, and they spoke foul language without any scruples, which was very domineering.

"You bastards!" "Zhu Fei, despite his good temper, was still smoking, and the hand holding the sword was so hard that his fingers turned white and trembled slightly.

His cheeks were bright red and extremely humiliating.

In terms of the status and strength of the rivers and lakes, Zhu Fei's demeanor just made a few people from the Feng family feel that this old man was annoyed and angry, and he laughed a few words loudly, contemptuous.

"It's embarrassing, don't get out of here. Feng Wumian also said.

"The death of the eldest husband is heavier than Mount Tai and lighter than the feather. It seems to me that dying here makes perfect sense. Even if it's obscure. Even if you laugh at it. ”

Zhu Fei took a deep breath, calmed the restlessness in his heart, and the expression on his face became solemn and vivid, like a warrior who went to the death and had no regrets.

At this time, Zhu Fei is radiant and charming. It's beautiful. By no means ugly. Feng Wumian and the others felt that their eyes had been stabbed, and for a moment they were ashamed of their filthy hearts, but they were immediately replaced by annoyance and anger.

"If you want to die, then it will be done for you. Feng Wumian's expression was extremely fierce, and he suddenly pulled out the long sword at his waist and took the lead. The move is the housekeeping skill of the Feng family, the swordsmanship of "Zhuo Song Yangwu".

A master is a master, and his moves are amazing, such as a shock. The momentum is soaring. Zhu Fei was born with a shameful heart, but at this moment, benevolence and righteousness are flying, and he will not retreat.

"Today is my death!" Zhu Fei smiled without regret, and with a movement of his right hand, he flicked his sword out of the sheath, and the sound of bamboo moving in the mountains was as fast as lightning, weird and fierce.

...............

On the mountain road, a horse-drawn carriage is speeding at a very fast speed. The driver in the car is like an iron tower. The muscles are pouring and imposing. Next to the coachman sat a young man, young and angry. It's also extremely impressive.

It's just that the young man is in a very bad mood now, and his hand is subconsciously placed on the long sword on his right waist, like the dragon waiting to soar into the sky, ready to move, murderous.

The two of them are iron pillars and bamboos. In the carriage are Chen Guhong and Yuanyuan. After the group traveled, they also came non-stop and came by boat. After coming to the land, the carriage galloped and chased here.

At this time, Chen Guhong's voice sounded in the car.

"Relieved, your grandfather is a blessed man, and he will live a hundred years. I won't die now. ”

At this moment, in Zhu Bijiang's heart, Chen Guhong is a serious uncle. Hearing this, he calmed down the impatience in his heart, took a few deep breaths, and saluted: "Yes." ”

In the car, Chen Guhong sat cross-legged, and the Kunwu sword was placed on his lap. Although he was comforting Zhu Bijiang, he was also ready to move, and he was murderous.

Kungo is a sword, very spiritual. Grateful for Chen Guhong's murderous opportunity, he is also ready to move, as if he wants to drink blood.

Chen Guhong stretched out his hand to touch Kunwu, and felt even more unbearable.

"Although I practice swords, I am by no means a person who is brave and ruthless and easily takes people's lives, but if I have no choice, then I can only turn into that Shura. ”

Grateful for his friend's death, the killing machine in Chen Guhong's heart became more and more intense.

At this moment, Yuanyuan was sitting beside Chen Guhong, and she was not in a good mood. She knows Chen Guhong very well, and now Chen Guhong's appearance is exactly the same as when Brother Kun took action against Wang Zheng, with a murderous aura like a martial artist.

And she doesn't like Chen Guhong like this. I couldn't help it, and said with a round pout: "Childe, if you go out to play, even if you go to the brothel of the Qinglou, you will be willing." But every time you go out, you go to help your friends, and Zheng Xianggong last time is just that, after all, you want to help the future and comfort the orphans. Where did I think I would encounter ghosts. But this time it was to Longtan and to the tiger's den. Is it worth it for the sake of the so-called righteous anger of friends?"

I don't like the words, but I have a deep sense of love. Chen Guhong listened to the warmth in his heart, dissipated the coldness on his face, showed a smile like a spring breeze, and stretched out his hand to hug this girl and comfort her.

How do you know that Yuanyuan turned around and faced Chen Guhong with his back.

Chen Guhong knew that Yuanyuan was really angry, so he also solemnized, groaned for a while and said: "Then if one day I fall into the water and drown, what will you do?"

"Of course, I died with my son. Yuan Yuan blurted out.

"Why did you die with me?" Chen Guhong was stunned.

"Because Yuanyuan can't swim, he can't save his son. Yuan Yuan said.

Chen Guhong felt very warm, and then touched his round little head and hugged her small waist, which would be round and not resisted. Chen Guhong attached to her ear and said with a smile: "Although the feelings between each other are a little different, they are similar to your feelings for me. So I'm going to go, and besides, I can swim. ”

Don't say that Chen Guhong's strength is amazing, even if his strength is low, he has to go.

Supporting each other is a friend, such as Wang Song, Zheng Chong, Wu Zhengchun, Shui Zhongping, Zhu Fei and others. On the contrary, they are like those classmates who refuse to even bond with each other.

Of course, there are more of the latter and less of the former in this world, but it is also more bright like the sun. How many heroes are spilling their blood at this moment, dying without regrets.

This is the pride of men, Chen Guhong would rather die in the midst of thousands of hosts than live among mortals.

Even if it will die in obscurity.

A man's pride is a deadly poison, and Yuan Yuan left Miss to follow Chen Guhong because of Chen Guhong's talent, which deeply moved her.

At this time, she also found that she preferred her current son.

is just a scholar, and it seems to be too weak. At this moment, he is more like a man. An impulse surged in Yuanyuan's heart, hugged Chen Guhong's waist with his backhand, and hid his little head in Chen Guhong's arms.

The two hugged each other, nothing about lust and beauty, just love each other. (To be continued.) )