Chapter 63: Three Heroes Gather

The wind blew the leaves, like a swarm of locusts raging all over the sky, sweeping next to Ye Zhihang's hands, condensing into two groups of 20 people holding huge leaf balls, and there was also a continuous stream of leaves from the ground entrusted by the wind to join the leaves that had risen horribly, making them continue to expand.

Ye Zhihang is like Ye Shen, with his arms vibrating and manipulating thousands of leaves to become his sharp weapon to help him against the enemy!

Facing the two huge leaf balls, Chen Rufeng's figure is 20 times bigger!

Chen Rufeng couldn't move all over, and the unprecedented powerful momentum was like an invisible shackle and his body. Ye Zhihang's move of "Wan Ye's Qingquan" had already locked him fiercely, and it was nonsense to dodge.

Seeing that Ye Zhihang's power is at its peak at this moment, even if Chen Rufeng knows that he wants to avoid its edge, but he is powerless and has no choice but to shake the way, which is better than to wait for slaughter.

Chen Rufeng clenched his teeth, and the angry wind sword flew away from his hand. He turned around and turned into a daze sword shadow to protect himself. Once again, he used "ghost sword killing" as a defensive use and turned it into a sword shield to resist Ye Zhihang's powerful blow.

Ye Zhihang shouted and moved his fists, and the two giant leaves also began to **, no longer becoming round, but faintly forward as if ready to go. Ye Zhihang gathered his fists, and Chen Rufeng's "ghost sword killing" was also guided by his induction. The speed of the sword was extremely high, just like countless black shadows around him.

As soon as the fists came out, it was like a river rolling and pouring down from the sky. Thousands of leaves turned into two green dragons that shook the sky and the earth. For a moment, the sky was like stepping on two green bridges, which was very spectacular.

In Chen Rufeng's eyes, two green rivers rolled in, and the overwhelming momentum came into the air, like stones piled up on his chest, and it became very difficult to take a breath.

The brilliant fist of Wanye's Qingquan has hit his face like a fire tongue. When Chen Rufeng was in danger, his hands crossed his chest, and the angry wind sword hissed in his ears, which is a sign that the defense line of the "Ghost Sword Kill" is about to collapse.

Two dragon heads composed of tens of thousands of leaves have been clearly displayed in front of us. The momentum is so fierce that it is about to smash itself!

"Ghost Wings!" Chen Rufeng shouted, and two black lights overflowed from his palm, slowly turning from light to thick, extending out, and finally turning into a pair of giant shadow wings with a length of length, emitting a soaring black atmosphere.

When Chen Rufeng displayed this kind of "ghost wings", he couldn't help but lose his mind for a moment when he was protecting himself.

However, no one can protect him today, only he can protect himself.

He can't live up to the expectations of the ghost king. He must win!

Boom!

The wings closed in time, wrapped with a violently rotating angry wind sword, like an eagle protecting the young, building a defense line to resist the strength of two ten thousand leaves of meteorite fists.

Thousands of leaves hit the shadow wings and immediately scattered like water splashing. After being bombarded by fierce gas, the two shadow wings were also shocked, accompanied by Chen Rufeng's figure constantly retreating.

However, the fist strength came one after another, and a leaf rain suddenly fell in the sky. Chen Rufeng supported it bitterly, and a mouthful of blood had been blocked in his chest.

The number of blades is too large, and this kind of strong fist seems to be far from stopping.

Chen Rufeng's body began to tremble, and his body's reaction was close to the limit.

"Ah!"

Chen Rufeng's crossed hands suddenly opened, and his wings also swept out with his hands. The huge anti-shock force shook the sky and shook the remaining leaves into pieces one after another. A series of bursts followed the direction of the fist. Ye Zhihang snorted painfully and was shaken by this unexpected force and fell to the ground.

The ghost wings gradually faded, and Chen Rufeng grabbed the angry wind sword in one hand. The blood had opened up a road from the corner of his mouth in the falling leaf rain, and rushed straight to the direction of Ye Zhihang.

The tip of the sword pointed to Ye Zhihang's throat very threateningly, and there was a smile on Ye Zhihang's scarred face. He looked like it several times, but after all, he was overpowerful.

Falling straight down from such a high altitude, no flesh and blood can afford it.

Chen Rufeng also felt weak all over his body and didn't know where he came from. His eyes were full of persistence and he kept staring at Ye Zhihang.

It turned out that Ye Zhihang had been frustrated when Chen Rufeng used the "Hundred Ghosts Empty Mingbo", which led to confusion of his mind. When he mistakenly regarded Chen Rufeng as Song Yaoyuan and his heart was excited, he did not hesitate to break through his limits and use "ten thousand leaves of meteorite punches", but he was weak outside and weak inside, and was frustrated by it.

Now Ye Zhihang also sees clearly that the person in front of him is not Song Zhuoyuan, but Chen Rufeng.

"You lost." Chen Rufeng said coldly.

Ye Zhihang doesn't seem to care much about this, but he just keeps laughing. There are many openings in his gray robe, which is really different from the first guest of the prime minister's mansion.

Chen Rufeng also saw that he was seriously injured and died soon.

"Thank you." Ye Zhihang closed his eyes extremely sleepily and smiled at Chen Rufeng.

Chen Rufeng couldn't help but be stunned, "What are you thanking me for?"

"Thank you for fulfilling your wish for the Ghost King... and me." Ye Zhihang's voice has lost its previous strength and become old, which makes people feel sad.

The sword in Chen Rufeng's hand also slowly drooped and looked at Ye Zhihang's happy eyes.

"You are always better than me! Ghost King! Hahaha!" Ye Zhihang suddenly laughed loudly, which shocked Chen Rufeng.

How did Chen Rufeng know that the undifferentiated victory and defeat have always been the heart knot of Ye Zhihang and Song Zhuoyuan, and accompanied them all their lives.

On that day, the ghost king passed away with this regret. Today, Chen Rufeng finally had a concern for him, but he didn't expect that he also made a wish for Ye Zhihang.

The two cherished each other, but the road they took later was against each other.

Maybe from now on, they can really become a pair of best friends.

Ye Zhihang kept smiling, but he didn't laugh again.

Chen Rufeng's heart suddenly felt heavy. Although he was deeply guilty and didn't know how many people he had harmed, all the kindness and resentment should disappear after his death.

Unconsciously, his mood seemed to be associated with the ghost king. Looking at Ye Zhihang's death, he was a little sad.

The broken leaves are scattered, like flying.

Chen Rufeng closed his eyes slightly, with only a long sigh.

How about winning and losing?

What about enemies and friends?

In the end, it just turned into a loess.

Chen Rufeng walked a long distance slowly in the forest, and his mood quickly calmed down.

After all, he is a person who came through great sorrow. No matter how the world changes, his heart can remain as calm as a mirror. On the contrary, he can see through the essence of it and get a deeper and clearer understanding.

This is the "extreme" realm, which is above emotions, without sadness or joy, and becomes indifferent everywhere.

"Come out." Chen Rufeng suddenly made up his mind. He knew that someone had been secretly following him for a while, but he had never broken it. The other party seemed to have no malice, but kept following him and didn't seem to dare to show up.

You should know that the whole world is looking for him as the most wanted criminal, which makes him have to beware.

The man seemed to be stiff for a while, and only a few waves of rustling sounded before he heard a smile.

"Lord."

Chen Rufeng was slightly surprised and turned around. Ling Xiaoyu was scratching the back of her head, smiling awkwardly and improperly.