"The Zhu family, who listens to Zhuyin in the mountains, has sharp and fierce sword skills, and is indeed powerful. ∈◆Your swordsmanship is also good, but your heroic spirit is too weak. Not to mention dealing with me, you may not be able to deal with the brothers behind me."

Feng Wu's face showed contempt and looked down at Zhu Feidao.

As the saying goes, the trapped beasts are still fighting, and Zhu Fei has this momentum at this moment. However, in the eyes of Feng Wumeng and these people, it is not even possible to fight the trapped beasts.

Because this is called seeking death.

"Yes, this is a world that talks about strength and youth. Why are you, an old and useless old man, still showing off your power and killing yourself?"

"I can crush a person like you to death with just one finger. According to the principle, I should just sit and eat and wait for death."

"Maybe he was afraid of sitting and waiting for death, so he came here now? He had to shine and heat before he died and gave him a name for righteousness. His idea was good, but people didn't know themselves. Even if this kind of person died here, no one would sing about it. Instead, he laughed at him for being overestimated."

"Are you too damaging?"

"What is it to be damaged? This is just a fact."

Several people from the Feng family watched the fun on the tree and spoke filthy words without any scruples, which was very arrogant.

"You bastards!" Although Zhu Fei had a good temper, he still had smoke. His hand holding the sword turned white and his fingers were trembling slightly because he tried too hard.

The cheeks were bright red and dripping, which was extremely shameful.

In terms of status and strength in the world, Zhu Fei's expression only made several people from the Feng family feel that this old man was angry and embarrassed, and even laughed loudly, feeling contemptuous.

"It's embarrassing, why don't you get out of here?" Feng Wumeng also said.

"The death of a real man is more important than Mount Tai and less than a feather. In my opinion, dying here is very meaningful. Even if it is unknown, even if you are ridiculed."

Zhu Fei took a deep breath, calmed down the restlessness in his heart, and the expression on his face became solemn and vivid, as if a warrior who was going to die, without any regrets.

At this time, Zhu Fei was full of energy, with a compelling charm, beautiful, and definitely not ugly. Feng Wumeng and others felt that their eyes were stabbed, and they felt ashamed and filthy in an instant, but were immediately replaced by anger and anger.

"Since I want to die, I will do it for you." Feng Wumeng looked extremely sharp and suddenly pulled out the long sword at his waist and took the lead in taking action. The move was the Feng family's unique skill, "Zhuo Songyangwu" sword technique.

A master is a master, and his moves are amazing, like a stunning geese entering his eyes. His aura is soaring. Zhu Fei suddenly feels ashamed of himself, but at this moment, he is benevolent and righteous, so he will not retreat at the fortress.

"Today is my death!" Zhu Fei smiled without regrets. He moved his right hand and pulled out the sheath. The sound of the bamboo in the mountains was as fast as lightning, strange and fierce.

…………………

On the mountain road of Mount Yang, a carriage was running at an extremely fast speed. The driver in the carriage was like an iron tower, and his muscles were extremely powerful. Next to the driver was a young man, who was also extremely amazed.

But the boy was in a very bad mood now, and subconsciously placed his hand on the long sword on his right waist, like a dragon waiting to soar into the sky, ready to move and murderous intent.

The two of them were originally Tiezhu and Zhu Pijiang. Inside the carriage were Chen Guhong and Yuanyuan. After traveling, the group also rushed over by boat. After arriving on land, they ran away and chased after them.

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

"Good heart, your grandfather is a blessed person who will live a hundred years old. He will not die prematurely now."

At this moment, in Zhu Pijiang's heart, Chen Guhong was the 800-year-old uncle. Hearing this, he calmed down his mind and took a few deep breaths, saluting: "Yes."

In the car, Chen Guhong sat cross-legged with Kunwu sword on his legs. Although he was comforting Zhu Pijiang, he was also ready to move and murderous intent was fierce.

Kunwu is a sword, very spiritual. I am grateful to Chen Guhong's murderous intent, and I am also ready to move, as if I want to drink blood.

Chen Guhong reached out to touch Kunwu, and felt even more unbearable.

"Although I practice swords, I am definitely not a person who is brave and ruthless in taking human life easily. But if I have no choice, I can only turn into Shura."

Thanks to my friend's death, Chen Guhong's murderous intent became more and more intense.

At this moment, Yuanyuan sat beside Chen Guhong, and she was in a bad mood. She knew Chen Guhong very well. Now Chen Guhong looked exactly like when Brother Kun took action against Wang Zhengdang, and he was like a martial artist.

She didn't like Chen Guhong like this. She couldn't help but pouted and said, "Young Master, if you go out for a trip, even if you go to a brothel, maids will be willing to go to a brothel. But every time you go out, you will go to help with your friends. The last time you won't be fine. After all, you thought you would go to help with your funeral and comfort your orphans. How could you expect to encounter ghosts? But this time, you went to Longtan and Tiger's den. Is it worth it for the so-called loyalty of your friends?"

The words were unpleasant, but they were filled with a strong sense of care. Chen Guhong felt warm in his heart, and the coldness on his face was dissipated, and he showed a spring breeze smile. He stretched out his hand to hug the girl and comfort him.

But Yuanyuan turned his back to Chen Guhong.

Chen Guhong knew that Yuanyuan was really angry, so he solemnly said, "Then if one day I fell into the water and drowned, what would you do?"

"Of course I'm dying with the young master." Yuanyuan blurted out.

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

"Because Yuanyuan can't swim, she can't save the young master." Yuanyuan said.

Chen Guhong felt very heartwarming, and then touched Yuanyuan's little head and hugged her slim waist. Yuanyuan didn't resist now. Chen Guhong attached himself to her ear and smiled and said, "Although the relationship between them is a bit different, it is similar to your feelings for me. So I'm going there, and I can swim."

Not to mention Chen Guhong's amazing strength, even if he is weak, he will have to go.

Friends are those who support each other for righteousness, such as Wang Song, Zheng Chong, Wu Zhengchun, Shui Zhongping, Zhu Fei and others. On the contrary, they are like classmates who refuse to even get along with each other.

Of course, there are many latter and fewer former in this world, but it is therefore brighter as the sun. How many heroes are so proud that they are throwing their blood at this moment, and they die without regret.

This is the man's passion. Chen Guhong would rather die among the troops than live among the mortals.

Even if he dies silently.

A man's passion is a deadly poison. Yuanyuan left the lady and followed Chen Guhong, but because of Chen Guhong's talent, she was deeply moved.

At this time, she also found that she liked the current young master more.

He was just a scholarly talent, but he seemed to be a little too weak. At this moment, he was more like a man. An impulse emerged from Yuanyuan's heart, and he hugged Chen Guhong's waist with his backhand and hid his little head in Chen Guhong's arms.
Chapter completed!