Friends are friends, and Zhu Fei and Chen Guhong have the same mood and determination. ∽↗The only difference is that Chen Guhong can swim, but Zhu Fei can't.

"Wow!"

The white waterfall is like a long dragon, and the turbulent water flows like thunder. Below the waterfall is a large pool, and there are fish wandering in the pool.

At this moment, the battle between Zhu Fei and Feng Wumeng was over, and the two of them had only had ten moves to fight. However, the damage caused was quite great. There were traces left by sword energy on the road.

There were small trees around them that were split in half, and rocks shattered all over the ground.

At this moment, Zhu Fei was lying on the ground. He was not in good condition. There was a narrow wound on his chest that penetrated deep into white bones. His left shoulder was stabbed in pairs. The red blood dyed his clothes red and the earth red, which was shocking.

My mouth opened slightly, and the heavy breathing sounded endlessly.

But Zhu Fei's eyes were unyielding and filled with a little smile. Although he reached the present level, his right hand was still holding his sword steadily.

Because Zhu Fei did something, he felt very happy. The more he thought about it, the more he became, the more he was. Zhu Fei stared at Feng Wumian's beautiful face and looked straight at him.

The two of them fought with Zhu Fei very miserably. On the other hand, Feng Wumeng said with a white dress better than Xue, without any filthy dust, and was very elegant. However, Feng Wumeng held his sword tightly, his hands holding the sword trembled a little, and his expression was stiff.

And the few people watching were also silent.

Zhu Fei looked at Feng Wuming unscrupulously, laughed with all his might, and said, "Haha, your name is Wuming, this wound is very suitable for you."

But there was a slight wound on Feng Wuming's face. The wound was not long or deep. But it destroyed his handsome face. Feng Wuming was known as the young master of jade face. He cared for his face very much, and he also imitated the woman to apply a lot of ointments to protect his skin on his face.

But at this moment, it was a disfigurement.

Zhu Fei will definitely die by himself. How could he not laugh at this moment? Feng Wumeng was also extremely angry and had no pleasure after victory. After hearing Zhu Fei's laughter, he felt even more harsh.

"Crack!" A sound of broken bones sounded, and Zhu Fei's smile stopped suddenly and was replaced by a scream. However, Feng Wumeng stepped on his right hand with one foot.

Zhu Fei's hand holding the sword was immediately disobeyed, and his right arm was abnormally twisted to the right.

The right hand is the swordsman's second life. Although Zhu Fei is just a second-rate swordsman, he is also cherished and valued. At this moment, his swordsman's career is over, and he can't help but show pain.

"Can't you laugh?" Feng Wuwei felt happy when he saw Zhu Fei in pain. A smile appeared on his face, and his mood suddenly improved a lot.

But Zhu Fei was relieved and was no longer in pain. Instead, he continued to laugh, "Why can't you laugh? I want to laugh, I still have to laugh. Because I am a half-filled old man, and now I'm dying again. What's the use of a dying person? On the contrary, you are still in your prime and in your twenties, and there is this wound on your face. In the future, you will still call yourself a Jade-faced Young Master."

"Hahaha. Hahaha."

Zhu Fei laughed, laughed happily.

The laughter stinged Feng Wufeng's heart more and more, and made him feel the wounds on his face more and more painful. His face suddenly became ferocious, and his red wound could not be called a jade-faced young man, but a ferocious butcher.

"Puff!"

Feng Wufeng stabbed with a sword and stabbed Zhu Fei on his leg. Blood suddenly gushed. Zhu Fei still laughed loudly, laughing more excitedly and passionately.

"Make you laugh. Make you laugh." Feng Wumeng felt more and more harsh, stabbing Zhu Fei with one sword after another.

"Puchi, puchi!"

The long sword entered his body and blood flew out. Zhu Fei quickly became very weak and his face was as pale as paper. He gradually couldn't laugh, but he tried hard to open his eyes, and the look was still smiling.

At this moment, he is a rich man in the world. Although his hair is 60 years old and his strength is low, he is far more passionate than ordinary young people. He is even more arrogant and unyielding, and even more so his husband.

"I want to kill you little by little."

Feng Wumeng let out an angry roar and cruelly raised the sword in his hand.

……………………………….

The road on the Yang Road became more and more difficult. Soon after, the carriage carrying Chen Guhong stopped. Tiezhu said to Chen Guhong: "My husband, the mountain road ahead is really not suitable for carriages. Let's hike."

"Um."

Chen Guhong lifted the curtain and looked at it, then called Yuanyuan to pick up the package, picked up the Kunwu sword himself, put it in the condom, got out of the carriage, and walked on the mountain road with everyone.

Soon after, the group came to the waterfall.

The stormy sound of water made people feel very good. But at this time, a hideous laughter shocked everyone.

"I'm going to torture you slowly, hahaha."

The voice was ferocious and very cruel. Chen Guhong frowned, but he didn't expect it to be Zhu Fei's voice. After all, Zhu Fei walked ahead of them, and the time difference was only a maximum time.

Who is this person torture? Could it be that he has a deep hatred? Chen Guhong couldn't help but guess, and the crowd subconsciously accelerated his pace.

Not long after, the eyes suddenly became clear, and the stormy white waterfall appeared in front of everyone. But everyone did not feel the beautiful scenery, but only felt their eyes split.

I saw a young man holding a sword and stabbing an injured old man. The old man was seriously injured and covered in blood. He vented more energy and had less energy. His right arm was abnormally twisted. His left shoulder was broken into a big hole, and his body was covered with wounds.

It was about to die, very miserable.

But the young man didn't let it go, stabbing the old man's body with one sword after another. The old man could no longer scream, and the blood seemed to have dried up, and the amount of bleeding was not large. The reaction was also very weak, but when each sword stabbed, his body moved and twitched.

Even if this old man is guilty of all kinds of sins, he can only stab to death with one sword, and give him a happy revenge. In broad daylight, a young man abuses an old man like this, even a stranger he has never known will make people feel resentful.

What's more, Chen Guhong and others recognized the person on the ground at a glance, which was Zhu Fei.

Chen Guhong’s friend, Zhu Pijiang’s grandfather.

"grandfather!"

"Brother Zhu!"

Chen Guhong and Zhu Pijiang shouted together, then ran wildly and rushed towards Zhu Fei. Feng Wuwei was shocked when he saw someone coming, and subconsciously retreated for a while, standing with everyone in the Feng family.

Zhu Fei opened his eyes blankly.

"How did I hear the voices of Gu Hong and Pi Jiang? Could it be that people will have this kind of hallucination when they are about to die? But it is good to hear their voices until they die. What I care most about is friends and relatives."
Chapter completed!