Chapter 45: The Fall of the Poison King

The palm wind roared and flew by and hit the angry wind sword. The strength was deep, and the blade of the sword was biased by a few inches, and even the stabbing force was suddenly stopped, as if the arrow out of the string was blocked in mid-air by invisible things.

Chen Rufeng was stunned and turned his head to look over. It turned out that Han Ling had just waved his palm and galloped.

The three looked over at the same time and were surprised. Unexpectedly, Han Ling was not affected by the "sleeping poison". He swept them solemnly and finally stared at Chen Rufeng.

"Let him go." Han Ling's palm gathered again, with a faint threat, and the pair of eyes looking at Chen Rufeng were full of hostility.

The black gas on the body of the angry wind sword seemed to be uncontrollably angry, smoking, and greedily spitting out his black tongue to break Wen Taihe's chest. Now he was suddenly stopped by Han Ling, as if the prey under his claws was pulled away by life.

Chen Rufeng raised the corners of his mouth gently and looked directly at Han Ling and said, "What if I don't let go?"

Jun Mo smiled and raised his arms like a bystander and sneered without saying a word. These things seemed to have nothing to do with him.

"Then don't blame me for being rude." As soon as Han Ling said this, Wen Taihe, who had been oppressed by Chen Rufeng, had calmed down and swept Chen Rufeng's calf. Even though Chen Rufeng was quick and sensitive, he focused all his attention on Han Ling and did not notice this unexpected foot.

Just as he left the ground and his body was about to fall, the other foot glided three feet forward. The foot swept up by Wen Taihe was firmly placed on the ground to stop the fall.

However, Wen Taihe has taken advantage of this gap to get out of Chen Rufeng's suppression. His body swept up like a flutter, his sleeves danced vigorously, and the poison gas bulged in the sleeves of the robe. He wanted to take the opportunity to poison Chen Rufeng, approached Chen Rufeng's side, and launched an attack in a gap.

However, the swordsmanship that Chen Rufeng learned has a lot to do with Qianjianmen. Naturally, he can spread the swordsmanship as close to the enemy as possible. Although Wen Taihe knows this, some profound poison can't be released at all if he can't get close to him, and now he can only let go of this situation.

The blackness of the angry sword suddenly restrained, and only a few fine black lights were clothed on the sword with sizes that could not be seen by the naked eye. Chen Rufeng's eyes were red, and the sword was like a long rainbow. The sword was as dazzling as a net, as if it was a python biting randomly. The speed of the sword was even more amazing. There seemed to be no gap between the movements of the sword.

Between the rise and turn of the sword, if there is a wind roar, it will disturb the progress of Wen Taihe. Wen Taihe did not dare to take over its edge, struggling to offset it with arm strikes, and his footwork was ever-changing, but the speed was always far inferior to Chen Rufeng, and gradually fell into the wind.

Just as the two were fighting, Han Ling stared at Jun Mo with cold eyes. Jun Mo smiled as if he felt this invisible chill. He subconsciously smiled and greeted Han Ling with a little fear.

"Why did you give him those pills?" Han Ling asked harshly. He also saw that Chen Rufeng's current sword spirit was better than before, but he was a little more violent and ferocious everywhere. He rushed to the other party like a mad beast, knowing that it was affected by the evil spirit of the black yuan stone.

Jun Mo smiled and shrugged his shoulders, as if he had a bitter smile, "I'm just a kind heart and want to help him temporarily eliminate the poison. However, this elixir is not perfect. Although it helps to suppress the magic poison, it will also cause the hidden magic gas to attack and affect the mind. In retrospect, since you are not affected by the 'sleep poison', why didn't you help when Chen Rufeng's life was on the line?

Han Ling saw Jun Mo's smile and raised his eyebrows, which was quite meaningful, as if he wanted to spy on his words. Fortunately, Han Ling's mind turned quickly and said, "I just woke up. I just woke up by relying on the internal strength accumulated for many years to break through this 'sleep poison'."

"Oh, it's really timely to wake up, Han Hermit." Jun Mo said with a smile and sneer. Obviously, he didn't believe Han Ling's words, but Zhiduo said that he would not admit it, so he didn't say more.

Han Ling spoke without any guilty, but he knew that he had solved the sleep poison early, but he noticed that there was another person in the scene who had solved the sleep poison. Like him, he was suspicious, as if he had not woken up to figure it out.

Between the two spoke, Wen Taihe and Chen Rufeng had handed over hundreds of rounds of hands. The angry wind sword was unrelentlessly wrapped around the sleeves, and the sword was like lightning. Every time it stabbed out, it was sharp and powerful. Wen Taihe had no chance to poison at all, and he even resisted it with real strength.

However, seeing that Wen Taihe's bitter attack was forced to be defensive again, the corners of his eyes suddenly lit up, found a flaw in Chen Rufeng's coherent sword thorn, and quickly brushed his sleeves to attack. That place was the weakest part of the strength of the sword. When he hit it, the sword body of the angry wind sword was exposed. Wen Taihe was overjoyed, and his sleeves went a little deeper, touching the angry wind sword like a shovel broken into the hole.

However, it was not as Wen Taihe expected that a stone would stir up thousands of waves to break all the swords of Chen Rufeng. On the contrary, the sleeve strike was like a pentrap into the pool, and the soft hydraulic power slanted his strength, as if it were empty.

At this time, the angry wind sword body shook, and the sword light rippled a few times. Wen Taihe was shaken by a huge force, his whole body was paralyzed, and his body shook and rolled several times in the air. He was very good at the "Poison King" state, and his two feet tried hard to reach the ground, which made him stand firm.

It turned out that Chen Rufeng deliberately revealed his flaws, led Wen Taihe to attack, and then used his "soft swordsmanship" to return it to his body, and returned Wen Taihe's accumulated strength to him completely. Coupled with the control of Chen Rufeng's magic spirit, this "soft swordsmanship" is accompanied by hidden magic power, which makes Wen Taihe's qi disorder, and the breath in his chest is uncontrollable.

Chen Rufeng was entangled and flew up in the air. The angry wind sword soared through a fierce sword light and was about to hit Wen Taihe's forehead. However, the temperature is too weak to move at this time, and it is the limit to be able to stand there.

Seeing that Wen Taihe was about to be cut into two sides by this sword, Han Ling shouted, "If you kill him, there will be no antidote to detoxify him!"

This word was like pouring cold water, which made Chen Rufeng wake up. The magic spirit that controlled his mind quickly retreated, and the original Chen Rufeng regained his body. He saw clearly that he was holding his sword with both hands and saw Wen Taihe's dark face.

But this sword is so powerful that it is too late to end.

Chen Rufeng shouted, and one hand vibrationed the other hand into a sword with one hand. Just as he was about to reach Wen Taihe's forehead, his sword blade turned away and turned into a thorn, and the sword was cut to Wen Taihe's right hand like a wind shadow.

With a scream, Wen Tai and her sleeves were broken, and her right hand was bleeding like a spring, dripping on the floor of the ring. His other hand held his wrist, and under the light on the zenith, Chen Rufeng could see clearly that his right palm was completely immersed in blood red, which was terrible.

The tip of the sword was embedded in the ground, half an inch deep, and Chen Rufeng also gasped. Wen Taihe was already shocked by the air. In addition, he had just been cut off by Chen Rufeng, which caused severe pain and affected the injury. He could no longer support falling to the ground and breathing painfully.

"Master, uncle, Liu Er, I'm sorry..." Half of the gray-faced Wen Taihe looked at the bright light at the zenith, but the skylight could not dispel the darkness in his heart.

"I can't avenge... Let me plead your sins in person..." Wen Taihe was already vague, as if he was about to die. Jun Moxiao and Han Ling both looked on coldly and had no intention of helping.

Chen Rufeng released the angry sword and ran to the dying Wen Taihe's side. Looking at his undulating chest, his face suddenly turned pale. He picked up his collar and asked angrily, "Where is the antidote?"

Wen Taihe opened his slightly closed eyes with a happy smile on his face. He looked at Chen Rufeng's eyes that were about to burn quickly and shook his head.

"There is no antidote at all. I just want her to die. I want you to try to lose the most important person.

Chen Rufeng seemed to hear the heavy voice of his heart, and his eyes stared hugely. He pulled up Wen Taihe and shook his body fiercely.

"You're lying... You're lying... Give me an antidote!"

"I said, there is no antidote at all." After saying this, Wen Taihe began to giggle, and the blood stains on his face were even more ferocious and terrible, with a little sadness.

Chen Rufeng froze there, and the strength of his hands was about to tear Wen Taihe's clothes.

Wen Taihe looked at him like this and laughed happily.

The laughter suddenly stopped, and Wen Taihe just maintained a smile. His mouth was wide open, and his eyes looked at the open ceiling. Sometimes a few white clouds floated, reflected in his no longer brilliant pupils.

That loud laugh just now has exhausted Wen Taihe's last strength and died.

Chen Rufeng, who slowly reacted, put down Wen Taihe's body, climbed awkwardly to Pu Xinqing, who fell on the side of the ring, helped her up and put her in his arms. He could almost feel her weak breath.

"Faling...Faling!" Chen Rufeng roared, and the echo echoed everywhere in the ring of the Qingshi Martial Arts Hall. Jun Moxiao and Han Ling watched with their own thoughts as they hugged him and put her cheeks close to their chest.

Chen Rufeng looked up at the sky, and tears blurred his eyes and hugged Percy's heart tightly.

Percy Xinqing looked peaceful, as if he had just fallen into a dreamland and had not returned for a long time.

"Wen Tai and he lied to me... Wen Tai and he are deliberately angry with me... He can't revenge, so he lies to anger me!" Chen Rufeng muttered deceivingly that Han Ling and Jun Moxiao both heard clearly, and both of them could see clearly the fading face of Pei Xinqing, which was obviously a sign of deep poisoning.

Chen Rufeng didn't believe what he could feel. He hugged his heart in panic and burst into tears.

The "sleeping poison" people in the ring also woke up. They only felt dizzy, rubbed their eyes, and saw the terrible scene on the ring, and they all exclaimed.

"Qing'er!" Percy Dragon and Percyon Yang found that Chen Rufeng held the unconscious Percy Heart and jumped to the ring first, but they didn't know what happened.

Wen Taihe's body lay coldly aside. Hu Jiu did not look forward and looked at the marks of war on the ring and several cracks of Chen Ru's windbreaker shirt. Finally, he picked up the golden mask that was thrown aside by Wen Taihe and finally guessed the origin.

But everyone didn't know what happened. Why someone died in the ring, and the other person fell into a coma. The audience suddenly became a mess and panicked. Chen Rufeng only hugged Perak Xinqing to death. How could he have the heart to explain the cause and effect to them clearly?

At this time, Han Ling walked to Chen Rufeng. Chen Rufeng's whole body had lost his soul. He didn't know anything other than his mind, let alone anyone approaching, and his eyes were stunned.

"I have a way to save her." Han Ling said.

"Me too." Jun Moxiao didn't know when he came to Han Ling's side. Chen Rufeng slowly turned his head, his face was full of tears, and he looked at them sadly but couldn't believe it.