Chapter 7: The Sick King

Ningzhou, Tianyu Gang.

The corners of Wen Zicheng's mouth bent treacherously, holding his chin with one hand, sitting in his seat and looking forward to the door. Bu Bing and Lin Chengjun stood on both sides of him with no fear, and their eyes were full of fear.

The living room is dim, and a trace of soft sunlight outside the paper window cannot squeeze into the house, and Wen Zicheng does not light candles, which seems to deliberately create such a dark atmosphere.

There was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door, and the three masters Wen Zicheng, walking on the ice and Lin Chengjun naturally heard clearly. It's just that Wen Zicheng leaned forward excitedly, and walking on the ice forest, his face was tighter, as if something terrible was about to break into the house.

As soon as the door opened, the sun poured in happily, accompanied by the dancing dust, and the two figures appeared at the door. Wen Zicheng could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart. He suddenly stood up and greeted him with enthusiasm.

Through the slight sunlight, I could barely see the faces of the two people who came in.

A few pounds of fat meat bulged on a person's face, and there were fierce lights in his eyes. There was an arc moon machete hanging on both sides of his waist. His figure was also extremely burly, shirtless and barefoot. It seemed that everyone had offended him, and he couldn't wait to kill everyone he could see. This person is a "ferocious god" who is in danger.

As for the other person, it is in sharp contrast to him. His sick face always seems to be unable to lift his mind, and his eyelids are pulled down and yawning repeatedly, as if he did not wake up. His figure is also ridiculously thin, almost as weak as a bamboo pole. If he hadn't known his name, he would have thought that he was seriously ill and the deadline was approaching. He is worthy of Liu Qi, who is known as the "sick king".

"Welcome, you two!" Wen Zicheng looked enthusiastic and hugged them one by one, as if they had invited them to a grand banquet.

However, both of them were indifferent to Wen Zicheng's enthusiastic response. Wei Ziwei stared at him fiercely, more fiercely than those vicious villains on the street. As if he couldn't understand people's words, Liu Qi barely raised half of his eyelids and stared at Wen Zicheng puzzledly, leaving a crystal saliva on the corners of his mouth, which was extremely disgusting.

Lin Chengjun knows that these two are first-class masters in the world, at least among the 50 in the Jianghu list. Although it looks unbearable and has no master demeanor, once it is started, it is extremely powerful and the move is very ferocious, which is absolutely not to be underestimated.

Looking at the two of them so coldly, the expression on his face stiffened and cursed in his heart, but he always kept such a compliment. These two spent one-third of their money. If there is anything to neglect themselves, they will lose their money. This is equivalent to suppressing one-third of the Tianyu Gang. Once he can swallow the Tianfeng Gang, the rewards inside will be several times richer.

So the current plan is to make them as happy as possible and defeat the Tianfeng Gang in one fell swoop. If they want to talk back, Wen Zicheng can't do anything about them, but at that time, the Tianyu Gang was miserable.

"Lord Wen, you don't have to look like a dog like this. We don't accept this. I know what you think. You must wonder if I really have enough strength to stand up to the remuneration you give me? Wei said in a majestic voice, and the sound was more like roaring.

Liu Qi, who was shorter than him, also nodded slowly to agree, and then looked up to the sky and yawned.

Wen Zicheng felt a flame under his face begin to burn, constantly hitting the thickness of his face. The corners of his mouth twitched, and although he still kept smiling, the smile was extremely ugly, more like pulling up the corners of his mouth.

"Of course I didn't think so..." Wen Zicheng hurriedly wanted to explain. Unexpectedly, he turned around and facing the gate, his whole body suddenly burst into a fierce force, which scared Wen Zicheng and the three of them to take a step back and give up a small square position. Only the "sick king" Liu Qi made a bitter face and waved his withered hand randomly. A dark green atmosphere was clothed in front of him like a wooden board, and the green dots flowed in it, like a small flying insect. It seems that it is a trick to resist the dangerous momentum, otherwise it would be strange that his thin body would not fall under such a strong momentum.

Wei Ziwei shouted violently and pulled out the blade between his waist with his hands. The two snow-white knives flashed dazzlingly, like a green dragon coming out of the mountain, making a crisp roar. Its momentum was not terrible, worthy of its name of "ferocious god".

With great strength, even Wen Zicheng and others onlookers can see how powerful the huge force contained in the two arc and moon machetes is, which can open mountains and crack the sky and overturn rivers and seas.

At this time, Wen Zicheng began to realize that there was something wrong here. This is the hall of their Tianyu Gang. If you want to test the knife here...

But when he sees the current situation of Wei Ziwei, does he still dare to stop it? Isn't this the same as wiping a knife around the neck?

Two knives were in the air and smashed down.

With a loud noise, the chairs, coffee tables and other objects in the hall were rolled away by the roar, and they were thrown directly on the wall, broken and rotten. The place where the knives fell was even more straight through, like two fierce beast claws, directly cutting through the ground. Two long cracks stretched straight on the ground until the door, straight out of the door and stopped a few feet in front of the hall door.

Wen Zicheng looked at such a messy scene and felt a pain in his heart. These tables and chairs are all valuable. In this way, they were scrapped by self-righteousness. How can he not be heartbroken?

If it were someone else, Wen Zicheng would be fierce early in the morning and fried the man's skin and bones. However, this person is known as a "ferocious god" and can't he be offended.

The two knife marks engraved on the ground are like cutting on Wen Zicheng's heart. The smile on Wen Zicheng's face is even worse, and only tears can be described.

Liu Qi waved his hand, and the green barrier dissipated, and a pair of tired eyes fell on Wen Zicheng, which immediately shocked Wen Zicheng.

"Sick... Didn't the sick senior also show his hand to prove that he didn't have a false reputation? Come on, the younger generation can absolutely trust the strength of the two predecessors. Wen Zicheng quickly raised his hand to stop Liu Qi.

Liu Qi turned his face with an illusory look, smiled and said, "I didn't mean it. The fierce god has such a temper. He often shouts to kill. How tired he is! If it hadn't been for the recent gambling debt, I wouldn't have..."

Wei Ziwei has closed his knife and stared at the three Tianyu Gang grimly.

Although he turned the hall of the Tianyu Gang upside down, as if he had been robbed by robbers. But his strength is in front of him, which is also a reassurance for Wen Zicheng and reluctantly makes his eyebrows a little happy, thinking that he is not winning now?

"Hey, Chen Rufeng, don't you think you can't escape?" Wen Zicheng said with a gloomy smile in his heart. The fierce god and the sick king, coupled with the power of their own alliance, the Tianfeng Gang must be in their own pockets.

In the Tianfeng Gang, it should have practiced martial arts at this time, but there was a crowd of people in the open space, and there was no neat queue. It was very lively, more like watching something.

The flag of the Tianfeng Gang was raised in the wind, and the scorching sun in the sky aroused everyone's fiery mood, shouting one by one, "Come on, master."

"This time, we can finally compete with justice." Chen Rufeng held the angry wind sword in his hand, and he specially hired a famous craftsman to create a scabbard for the angry wind sword, which shows how much he attached importance to this angry wind sword.

So far, the Angry Wind Sword has not competed with any opponents, and today is the opportunity to start.

Ye Guhong, standing opposite Chen Rufeng, held the moon sword and his robe rose with the wind. Although he was surrounded by a group of Tianfeng disciples, he did not seem to be affected at all. He still looked at Chen Rufeng with a confident face and a faint smile.

"Today's competition will be carried out without damaging the friendship between us. No matter who loses and wins, we must be convinced. Master Chen has no objection, right? Ye Guhong said.

Chen Rufeng smiled and said, "Of course. Let's get out of the sword!"

The angry wind sword came out of its sheath, and with a sound, it was crisp and neat, which made the Tianfeng gang shout and impassioned.

Ye Guhong suddenly restrained his smile, and the moon sword pointed to the sky. Yuehua slid across the sword, as if there was a pure white light on the sword, not a blade made of fine iron.

As soon as the Langyue Sword came out, Ye Guhong seemed to have completely transformed a person. His arrogance came from his body, like an eagle high on the top of the peak, lonely and cold, and no longer had the previous kindness.

Han Ling, who looked aside, smiled and said to himself, "This person's sworddo achievements are quite deep. Although there is still a certain distance from the realm of centrifugal sword, it is not far from reaching Qi as a sword. I'm afraid it's impossible for Rufeng to really defeat him with strength. Han Ling made a judgment on this duel early in his heart.

The white light bursts, like an egret rushing to the sky, and the sword walks with him. Ye Guhong's whole body rises to the sword and hits Chen Rufeng. The momentum is magnificent, like a profound painter's masterpiece, which is extremely exquisite.

Chen Rufeng stabbed in front of the angry wind sword, and the white and green sword light spit out from the front of the sword and directly crashed into Ye Guhong's sword light like a two-colored dragon. The soft water spirit and the ble spirit merged. Although the strength was soft, the speed was amazing. With the borrowing power of soft water, Chen Rufeng's sword light quickly lifted Ye Guhong's sword light to a fraction, and he could no longer organize the initial power.

In the struggle of sword light, Ye Guhong's sword was horizontal and the void was swept away. The white sword spirit was like a crack that suddenly appeared in the air, expanding in the tightly intertwined sword light, breaking all the sword light into pieces. The original chaotic and flowered sword light all disappeared, and there were only two figures facing each other in mid-air.

"Master Chen actually used two completely different truths. Ye admires and admires them!" Ye Guhong praised.

Chen Rufeng raised the corners of his mouth and said politely, "I'm flattered, your sword spirit is not weak, and you can easily break all the sword light. Originally, my advantage was suddenly pulled back to the balance of power by you. It can be seen that you are not only competing with your hands and feet, but also with your head in the competition.

Chen Rufeng's words are true. Ordinary people will certainly be reluctant to break their sword light, even if they are at a disadvantage, because doing so is equivalent to their previous achievements. But if you can't make up your mind to break the sword light, the disadvantage will only expand further and end in defeat.

And Ye Guhong suddenly broke the sword light of the two, which showed the depth of his inner family.

"The following is the swordsmanship competition. Watch it!" As soon as Ye Guhong's words fell, his body turned into a shadow and rushed to Chen Rufeng. After all, Chen Rufeng came from a erratic background. How quick his reaction was. He immediately waved his sword to fight.

The sword shadow wrapped the two people, and the landing point and attack of the two swords could not be seen at all. With the sword spirit flying out of the Tao and the sound of the angry sword and the Langyue sword, we can see the intensity of the battle between the two.

Chen Rufeng has always had an advantage in the method of slowing down and good water flow. However, every puncture and chopping was clearly seen by Ye Guhong. Ye Guhong did much better than Chen Rufeng's transformation between attack and defense. Even if Chen Rufeng's speed is better, he still can't get the upper hand.