Heroes Shed No Tears Chapter 15: 　Peak

February 25th.

Chang'an.

There are lights.

The lavender crystal lampshade, the gold lamp, there is a box under the lamp, and an old ordinary box.

There are people under the lamp, but not the silent person carrying this box.

The person under the lamp is Zhuo Donglai.

It's not light yet, so the light is on, and the light just shines on the softer left half of his face.

Today, this half of his face looks like a benevolent father.

When a person is satisfied with himself, he will be more kind to others.

Now Zhu Meng is in his grasp, the Lion Hall has completely collapsed, and Gao Jianfei is dead. At least, he thought Gao Jianfei was dead, and everything was completely under his control.

The powerful enemy has been eliminated, the power is in control, and no one in the world can compete with him anymore. In this situation, even the most unsatisfied people cannot be dissatisfied.

His career has undoubtedly reached its peak.

So he didn't kill Xiao Lei blood.

Now Xiao Leixue’s situation is almost the same as that of the old man, his skill has completely disappeared, and Zhuo Donglai is also arranged in that quiet small courtyard, waiting for Zhuo Dong to come and extract the wisdom in his mind and his secret. Of wealth.

These things can be done slowly in the future, Zhuo Donglai is not in a hurry.

A murderer whose skill has completely disappeared is like an unattended prostitute. There is no way to go, and nowhere to go.

The industries they do are the oldest industries of mankind, and their tragedies are also the oldest tragedies of mankind.

Xiao Leixue's box has now fallen into Zhuo Donglai's hands.

He also knew that this box was the most mysterious and scary weapon in the world. On the day when Yang Jian, a traitor in the Lion Hall, was assassinated, he already knew the scaryness of this weapon.

He believes that many people in the arena must be willing to sell their souls in exchange for this weapon.

Fortunately, he is not one of those people, he is completely different from the other people in this world.

Now the box is in front of him, and he doesn't even bother to move it.

Because he has another more terrifying weapon, his wisdom is his weapon.

When he uses his wisdom, it is far more terrifying than anyone in the world uses any weapon.

——Although Xiao Leixue is an unparalleled master in the world, he didn't even have a chance to shoot in front of him.

——Although Zhu Meng is brave and fierce, although the Lion Hall is powerful, he still defeated them with his hands raised.

He can do these things because he can not only grasp every opportunity, but also create opportunities.

When others think that he has failed, in the most critical situation, he will not be flustered, but will create a good opportunity to defeat a strong enemy in a timely manner and turn defeat into victory.

Only this kind of person is the real strong.

The spear, the axe, the steel knife and the sword are nothing more than a weapon for the husband, even this box is the same.

Zhuo Qing has been waiting in front of him for a long time. The taste of victory is like an olive. You must chew it carefully to enjoy its lusciousness, so Zhuo Qing is ready to withdraw quietly.

Zuo Donglai suddenly stopped him and said in a very gentle voice: "You have been working hard all night, why don't you sit down without a drink?"

"I don't know how to drink."

"You can learn." Zhuo Donglai smiled: "It is not very difficult to learn to drink."

"But it is not yet time for me to learn to drink."

"When will you wait until you start learning?" Zhuo Donglai's smile has disappeared in the shadows, "Do you have to wait until you can..."

He didn't finish this sentence, and suddenly changed the subject and asked Zhuo Qing: "Have you already settled Mr. Xiao?"

"Yes."

"How was his condition when you left? Did you say anything?"

"No." Zhuo Qing said: "He is still the same as before, as if he doesn't care about anything at all."

"Very good." Zhuo Donglai smiled again: "Those who can resign themselves to their fate and try to make themselves comfortable with the current situation are the truly smart people, and this kind of people can live long."

Zhuo Donglai’s smile seems to have a sharp thought: "Sometimes I think he has many things like me. He can’t do things he can’t do, he doesn’t even think about it. Think."

He continued faintly: "If a person always likes to do something that he can't do, he will inevitably die. Gao Jianfei is a good example."

Zhuo Qing suddenly said: "Gao Jianfei is not a very good example."

"He is not?" Zhuo Dong asked: "Why not?"

"Because he is not dead yet."

"Do you know he is not dead yet?"

"I know." Zhuo Qing said: "Zheng Cheng saw him go out of the city with his own eyes yesterday evening."

"Zheng Cheng?" Zhuo Donglai seemed to search for the name in his memory: "How do you know that he really saw Gao Jianfei?"

"As soon as he found Gao Jianfei's whereabouts, he hurried back to tell me."

"Do you believe him?"

"I believe."

Zuo Donglai’s smile disappeared again, but his voice was more gentle, "Yes! You should trust him. If you want others to trust you, you must first let him know that you trust him very much."

He seemed to realize that this sentence shouldn't be said, and immediately changed the subject and asked Zhuo Qing.

"Did you think where Gao Jianfei would go?"

"I think he must have gone to the brothel of Honghuaji to find Zhu Meng." Zhuo Qing said, "Since Zhu Meng is not there, Gao Jianfei will definitely go back to find him, so I did not call Zheng Cheng. Stare at him, as long as he is in Chang'an, he is in our grasp."

Zhuo Donglai laughed again, smiling more happily.

"Now you can start to learn to drink." Zhuo Dong said: "You are already qualified to drink. And more than most people are qualified to drink."

He stood up suddenly and brought the glass of wine he had been holding to Zhuo Qing.

Zhuo Qing took it immediately and drank it.

The wine is sweet, but his mouth is sour and bitter.

He has found that he speaks a lot, if he can take back all the work he just said. He would rather cut off one of his own hands.

Zhuo Donglai didn't seem to notice his reaction at all. He took his empty glass, poured another glass of wine, and sat down and took a sip.

"Xiao Leixue clearly knew that Gao Jianfei was the calamity of his fate. Xiao Leixue had never regretted an appointment once in his life. Now that he has received the contract, why didn't he kill Gao Jianfei? Zhuo Donglai was lost in thought: "Is it because of a special relationship between them? What is the relationship? "

Suddenly he drank the wine in his glass, and his eyes suddenly gleamed: "The relationship between them must be determined only by the old man. Xiao Leixue must ask the old man about this. This matter must be very important to him, so as soon as the old man died, he was murdered, because after the old man died, no one in the world knew whether Gao Jianfei was his son."

"His son?"

Zhuo Qing was already determined not to speak, but at this moment he couldn't help but ask loudly: "How could Gao Jianfei be Xiao Leixue's son?"

"Do you think it is impossible?"

Zhuo Donglai sneered: "Gao Jianfei is just an insignificant young man. Why did the cold and ruthless Pu tears save him? If there is no such relationship between them, even if there are 100,000 Gao Gradually flying to death in front of Xiao Leixue, he would not move a finger."

He looked at Qing Zhuoqing, and his voice became very gentle again.

"You must believe me, anything can happen." Zhuo Dong said, "How can a man like Zhu Meng be defeated in the hands of a woman? But he was defeated, a terrible defeat. It’s the same with Xiao Lei’s blood. Who can think that he has today?"

He suddenly sighed: "Actually, I am the same. How can I think of whose hands I will lose in the future?"

This sentence may not be real, but there are some philosophies worth pondering.

Zhuo Qing retreated suddenly.

He knew that the time had come for him to retreat, because he knew that Sima Chaoqun had arrived.

He has heard Sima Chaoqun saying: "Yes, this kind of thing is something that no one can think of."

The door was open, and Sima Chaoqun was standing at the door, and there was a dense fog that was close to milky white outside.

He is already a middle-aged man, his clothes and hair are very messy, and after a long journey, he also looks very tired.

But when he stood here, he still looked so tall, handsome and strong, and much younger than his actual age. Against the backdrop of the dense fog outside the door and the lights in the room, he looked like he was The gods in the picture are the same.

This is undoubtedly unmatched by anyone in the world.

Even if his martial arts is only half as good as it is now, he will definitely become a hero who is admired and respected.

Because he was born this kind of person.

When Zhuo Dong came to look at him, he couldn't help showing a fish of appreciation in his eyes. He quickly stood up and poured a glass of wine for him.

——Why do you want to go to Luoyang? Why did you pretend to be sick and lie to me?

Zhu Donglai didn't even mention a word of these things.

When he could feel that Sima Chaoqun was in a bad mood, he would always be careful not to mention such unpleasant things.

"You must be very tired, you must be in a hurry." Zhuo Dong said: "I originally expected you to be back until the day after tomorrow."

He asked with a smile: "How's the weather in Luoyang?"

Sima Chaoqun was silent, his expression seemed a little strange, and it took a long time before he said: "The weather over there is very good, better than here, and the blood on the street also dries quickly, much faster than here."

His voice also seemed a little weird, but Zhuo Donglai didn't seem to feel it.

"As long as the blood bleeds out, it will do it sooner or later." Sima said, "Do it early and do it later. In fact, it doesn't matter."

"Yes." Zhuo Dong said: "There are many things in the world that are like this."

"There are many things in the world that are not like this."

"Oh?"

"When a person lives, he will die sooner or later. But there is a big difference between dying early and dying late." Sima Chaoqun said: "If you want to kill a person, can you wait until he dies before you do it?"

"No." Zhuo Dong said: "You must kill in time. Once the time is over, things will be changed, and the situation will be wrong."

He smiled and toasted: "Just like drinking, drink in time. If you save this glass of wine for later drinking, it will become sour."

"Yes." Sima Chaoqun agreed: "You are absolutely right. You never seem to be wrong in what you say."

He toasted and drank: "I want to respect you for this cup, because you have won another beautiful victory for our dart board."

"You already know what's going on here?"

"I know." Sima said, "I have been back for a long time, and I have been thinking about it for a long time."

"What do you want?"

"Miss you."

Sima Chaoqun’s expression is even stranger: "I have carefully thought about everything you have done for me in the past thirty years. The more I think about it, the more I think you are such an amazing person. I really can't compare to you. "

Zuo Donglai's smile is still on his face, but it has become very blunt: "Why do you want to think about these things?"

Sima didn't answer this sentence, but turned around.

"You come with me." He said: "I will take you to see a few people, you will understand after you read them."

The dawn is beginning, and the fog is thicker.

There are no flowers in this small garden, but yellow buds, green peas, radishes, lettuce, courgettes and leeks.

These vegetables are all grown by Wu Wan, and Sima Chaoqun always likes to eat fresh vegetables just picked.

So there are no flowers in the garden, only vegetables.

Everything Wu Wan does is for her husband, her husband and their two children.

Their children have always been very well-behaved and obedient, because Wu Wan has brought them up very well since she was a child, never let them come into contact with adults, nor let them sneak outside casually.

Outside is the scope of the dart board, those people and those things are not what children should see.

This small garden and a small building behind are the world where Wu Wan and his children live.

When he walked here, Zhuo Donglai remembered that he hadn't seen them for several days.

This is his negligence.

For the friendship between him and Sima, and for the future of the Escort, he determined not to mention Guo Zhuang again in the future, and to treat Wu Wan and the children better.

Under the small building are the halls, a main hall and a flower hall for drinking. Although there are very few guests here, Wu Wan still arranges these two halls very quietly and comfortably.

Upstairs is her and the child's bedroom. A grandma and two girls who were married from her natal family also live with her.

Her husband does not live at home.

Sima treats her well and the children, but never lives here at night.

The sky is still dark. There is no light upstairs, and Wu Wan and the children must be still asleep.

——Why did Sima Chaoqun bring him here to see them?

Zhuo Donglai can't figure it out.

The window of the bedroom was actually open. After the thick milky fog was blown in by the wind, it turned into a faint dead gray, making this originally very elegant room seem full of indescribable The gloomy meaning, and very cold, extremely cold.

Because the brazier is already gone.

The mistress who has always been attentive, why not put a light on the brazier for her child?

No lights, no fire. But it's windy.

Looking through the gloomy gray fog, there seemed to be someone in the house shaking with the wind.

Hanging in the air and shaking with the wind.

Why is this person hanging in the air?

Zuo Donglai's heart suddenly sank, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

He has eyes that have become eagle-eyed after years of hard training.

He has seen the person suspended in mid-air, and he has seen that this person is suspended in mid-air with a rope.

This person is Wu Wan.

She tied a knot of a rope, hung the rope on the beam, and then put her neck in, and put the knot she had tied in her throat.

When her two legs were off the ground, the knot stuck in her throat.

This is death.

Even through the ages, the only death is difficult. How difficult it was at first, but sometimes it is so easy.

In addition to Wu Wan, there are also people in the house, an old nanny with white hair, two girls whose years have withered like flowers, a pair of lovely children, lovely children with infinitely promising prospects, let people see Will rejoice from the heart.

But now, the nanny's hair is no longer white, and the girls will not hurt themselves and grow old.

Children will no longer rejoice in their hearts as soon as they are seen. They will only feel a knife-like sadness and pain in their hearts as soon as they see them.

——What a lovely child, how pitiful.

"I'm sorry, so I am dead, I damn, I only have to die. The children shouldn't die.

But I can only let them die with me.

I don't want them to be children without mothers, and I don't want them to grow up to become people like your good friend Zhuo Donglai.

Mama Cui is my nanny. I grew up eating her milk and she always treated me like her daughter.

Xiaofen and Xiaofang are like my sisters.

I'm dead, and they don't want to live either.

So we are all dead.

I don't want you to forgive me. As long as you live well, I know you will live well without us. "

It's so cold, so cold, so cold, Zhuo Donglai has never felt so cold.

This elegant bedroom was actually a tomb, and he himself was in this tomb.

His body, muscles, blood, and bone marrow seem to be freezing cold.

"What is going on? When did this happen? Why did Wu Jian die?"

"Don't you know?"

"I don't know," Zhuo Dong said, "I really don't know."

"They have been dead for at least three or four days, you still don't know." Sima Chaoqun's voice is cold: "You really took care of them very well, I really should be grateful to you."

These words are like a long cold needle sticking from the top of Zhuo Donglai's head to the bottom of his feet.

He has many reasons to explain.

——He has been trying his best to deal with the Lion Hall these days. This place belongs to Wu Wan and the children, and he and the Escorts rarely come here.

He didn't explain.

This kind of thing cannot be explained at all, no matter how it is explained, it is redundant.

Sima Chaoqun never looked at him, and he couldn't see the expression on Sima's face.

"You ask me why Wu Wan is going to die? I couldn't figure it out." Sima Chaoqun said, "She is not very old, she has always been in good health, and she has always liked children very much, although she is not very good to me. Faithful, but always fulfilling the duty of being a wife."

His voice was surprisingly calm: "But I didn't fulfill my responsibility for being a father, so it was me who was wrong, not her."

"Do you know that too?"

"I know, I already know that the husband is not the last one I know." Sima Chaoqun said, "I also know that it will pass soon. She will still be my good wife. I will still take good care of my children."

He went on faintly: "Since I am determined to be a great hero according to your wishes, I must pay the price."

"So you deliberately pretended not to know?"

"Yes." Sima Chaoqun said: "Because if I know, I must kill her. A hero's home absolutely does not allow this to happen. Of course I must kill her."

Sima said: "So I just pretend not to know. Because this is my home, I can't destroy this home under any circumstances. Not only must I pretend not to know, but also she thinks that I am I don’t know at all, this home can be saved."

Zhuo Donglai looked surprised.

It's only now that he realizes that he didn't fully understand Sima Chaoqun before. He never knew that there was such a side in Sima Chaoqun's character. He is such a sentimental person, and he can be especially considerate when encountering such a thing.

"This kind of thing should not be tolerated by any man, but I have figured it out." Sima said: "Wait until this thing is over, when the children grow up, we will still be like other loving couples. Stay together for more than a year."

He suddenly turned around and faced Zhuo Dong: "If you hadn't forced her to death, we would have been like this."

"I forced her to death?" Zhuo Donglai's voice was hoarse: "Do you think I forced her to death?"

"Not only did you force her to death and Guo Zhuang to death, but sooner or later you would force me to death." Sima said, "Because you will always want others to live according to your arrangements."

He stared at Zhuo Donglai: "Because you are ill in your heart, although you look arrogant, you actually look down on yourself in your heart, so you want me to do things that you should have done on your behalf. Become a heroic idol, because you have already regarded me as your incarnation in your heart, so if you think that someone will hinder your plan, you will do whatever it takes to kill him."

Sima Chaoqun said: "Wu Wan died like this. Because you think she has hindered you."

Zuo Donglai was silent for a long, long time.

"You just told me that you have been thinking about it for a long time and a lot of things." He asked Sima, "Is this because you think it's time to make up your mind?"

"Yes."

"Have you already made a decision?"

"Yes."

"What do you decide to do in the future?"

"It's not what I will do in the future, it is now." Sima Chaoqun said: "Now I want you to go, never let me see you again, never mind my business again."

Suddenly Zhuo Donglai became unsteady, as if he was hit on the head with a stick.

"It doesn't matter what you want to take away, but you must go." Sima Chaoqun said in a cut-off manner: "Before sunset today, you must stay away from Chang'an City."

Zuo Donglai suddenly smiled.

"I know these things are not what you really want to say. He said softly: "You have been hit, and you are too tired. As long as you take a good rest, you will forget these words. ,

Sima Chaoqun looked at him coldly.

"You were wrong this time. Now you have to go. You have to go." Sima said, "Do you remember what we said just now? You must kill people in time, and you must not miss the opportunity. This is the same thing. ."

Zhuo Donglai's pupils began to shrink again.

"If I don't leave, he asked Sima word by word: "If I don't leave, will you kill me?" "

"Yes."

Sima Chaoqun also said in the same tone, word by word, "If you don't leave, I will kill you."

The sky is getting brighter, but the room looks even more eerie and horrible.

Because the light in the room has made it possible to see the people who died tragically.

The lovable people are when they are alive, the more tragic and terrifying they look after death.

Zhuo Donglai and Sima Chaoqun stood face to face, and the cold wind blew in from the window, slashing between them like a knife.

"I could go. People like me can go anywhere." Zhuo Dong said, "But I can't go."

His voice also became surprisingly calm.

"Because it took me my whole life to make you such a person, I can't let you be destroyed in the hands of others," Zhuo Donglai said one by one: "You know what I am. I have many things. I would rather do it myself."

"Yes, I know."

"Do we always know each other?"

"Yes." Sima Chaoqun said, "So I'm already ready."

"When are you going?"

"Preparation is at this moment." Sima said: "Kill someone in time. I will always keep this sentence in mind."

"Where are you going?"

"It's here."

Sima looked around the corpses in the room. Every corpse was his closest person when he was alive, and he had a feeling that he would never remember. Everyone's death would make him sad and regretful throughout his life.

Even Zhuo Donglai is the same.

If Zhuo Donglai also died here, then the most important part of his life would all die here.

"It's here." Sima Chaoqun said: "What better place in the world than here?"

"No more." Zhuo Donglai sighed long: "There is no more."

There is a very special kind of person in this world. Usually you may not find him everywhere, but when you need him, he will definitely be near you and will definitely disappoint you.

Zhuo Qing is such a person.

"Zhuo Qing, you come in."

Zhuo Donglai seems to know that Zhuo Qing will be near him, and he will appear with a single call.

Zhuo Qing did not disappoint him, Zhuo Qing has never let anyone down.

He has not disappointed since he was very young. But today he looked a little tired, he was still wearing yesterday's clothes, and he didn't even wipe the mud from his boots.

He is not like this normally.

No matter how busy he is, he will take time to tidy up his appearance, because he knows that Zhuo Donglai and Sima Chaoqun are both very particular about these things.

Fortunately, Zhuo Donglai did not notice these today, but simply ordered:

"Kneel down and kowtow to Uncle Sima."

Zhuo Qing knelt down, Sima Chaoqun didn't stop him, but his eyes were looking directly at Zhuo Donglai.

"You don't need him to kowtow." Sima said, "I know he is your son. You don't have a son. I will let him inherit the incense of the Zhuo family. If you die, I will be fine. Take care of him."

He couldn't help but look at his own son, his eyes were full of sadness and anger... "At least I would not take care of him like you take care of my son."

"I believe," Zhuo Dong said, "I absolutely believe."

He watched Zhuo Qing kowtowed and stood up, and said: "You have heard what Uncle Sima said about life. You should also know that Uncle Sima has never broken faith in anyone. He must take care of you more than me. Good."

"I know." Zhuo Qing's voice was also dumb with gratitude: "But I will never be given another's last name in my life."

"You must also remember that if I die, you will treat Uncle Sima as you did to me." Zhuo Donglai was undoubtedly also emotional: "No matter what happens between me and Uncle Sima, it will always be In the personal matter between me and him, you must not only have a bit of hatred, and you must never tell anyone what you saw today."

"I know." Zhuo Qing said sadly: "I will do what you want. Even if you want me to die, I will go too."

Zhuo Donglai sighed long!

"You have always been a good boy, and you will surely be promising in the future." He looked at Zhuo Qing: "Come here, there is something I want to leave you, no matter whether I live or die, you must keep it well."

"Yes."

Zhuo Qing walked over, walked slowly, and suddenly there was an indescribable sadness in her eyes, as if she had foreseen something extremely tragic and terrible to happen.

He didn't escape, because he knew it was impossible to escape.

Sima Chaoqun turned his head and stopped looking at them.

He has made up his mind, he must not be moved by anyone, and he must not change his mind because of anything.

Then he heard a very strange sound, like the sound made by leather piercing.

When he turned his head to look again, he found that Zhuo Donglai had already pierced a knife into Zhuo Qing's heart at this moment.

Zhuo Qing took a half step back and then slowly fell down.

He didn't yell.

His pale face didn't have any expression of surprise and pain, as if he had expected this to happen.

——It's not because Zhuo Donglai was too determined to take this shot, but because he was prepared. When he walked over, he seemed to be ready.

Sima Chaoqun's face has changed because of surprise.

"Why did you kill him," Sima Lisheng asked Zhuo Donglai: "Are you afraid that I will torture him after you die?"

"No." Zhuo Dong said: "You have always been more merciful than me. You will never do such a thing."

His voice is very calm: "I killed him, just because I can't leave him to you."

"Why?"

"Because he is a very dangerous person, gloomy, cold and dangerous." Zhuo Dong said, "Now that he is still young, I can still kill him. In a few years, I am afraid that even I will not be his opponent. ."

He took off the sable fur on his body and gently covered Zhuo Qing's corpse, his actions were like a beloved father covering his beloved son.

But there is no emotion in his voice.

"Now he is cultivating his own power. I am alive and can still control him. If I die, he will replace my current position in two or three years, and then he will kill you." Zhuo Donglai Indifferently said: "If I leave such a person by your side, I will not be at ease when I die."

He said plainly, as if he had just shot a mosquito to death for Sima Chaoqun.

He doesn't seem to want Sima Chaoqun to know that no matter how insidious, vicious, or cruel he is to others, his feelings for Sima Chaoqun are still real.

This is indeed something that no one can deny.

Sima Chaoqun clenched his fists, and the blood in every blood vessel in his body seemed to boil.

But he must control himself, he will never live as before.

He is a man of flesh and blood, not a puppet.

His wife's body is still hanging on the beam, and his two lively, cute, smart and obedient children will never call him father again.

Sima Chaoqun's body suddenly leapt up, swallowing across the beam under the roof.

His sword is on the beam.

The sword light flashed, and the sword struck down like lightning.

Everyone in the world knows that Sima Chaoqun’s sword is a "thousand-hammer iron sword."

Thousands of hard work have made this sword.

The power of this sword when it strikes is also like a thousand big hammers that strike one at the same time. It is fierce and mighty, unstoppable.

This sword is four feet three inches long and weighs thirty-nine catties. The iron used to cast the sword comes from the nine provinces and thirteen states. The iron elites from the nine provinces and thirteen states have been tempered to make this big handle. Iron sword.

But this sword is too heavy.

Swordsmanship wins with the unpredictable flow of lightness and spirit. With such a sword, it will undoubtedly lose a lot of opportunities to control the enemy and hurt people in an instant.

Master fights, this kind of opportunity is undoubtedly fleeting and will never come again.

But Sima Chaoqun must use such a sword, because he is Sima Chaoqun.

Only he can use such a sword, and only he can use such a sword.

As everyone knows in the arena, Sima is superbly born with supernatural powers.

If he didn't use such a sword, everyone would be disappointed.

How could the heroic Sima Chaoqun disappoint the heroes?

The sword he has taken down from the dye is not this big iron sword with a thousand hammers that can defeat thousands of people.

Wanfu is an enemy, Zhuo Dong cannot come.

They have been fighting side by side for many years, and they have been friends of life and death, not enemies.

Every brilliant victory of Sima Chaoqun, Zhuo Donglai is the hero who planned behind the scenes.

The situation is different now.

Although Sima Chaoqun has never played against Zhuo Donglai, he knows that Zhuo Donglai is much stronger than any opponent he has encountered in his life, even better than him.

He also knows that many people think that Zhuo Donglai is better than him. When he was preparing to fight Zhuo Donglai to the death, he was ready to die by Zhuo Donglai's sword.

So this time he was not using the Thousand-Hammer Iron Sword, because he must not lose any chance that could beat the enemy and hurt people in an instant.

So this time he also used a short sword, as short and as sharp as Zhuo Dong's sword.

The swords they use are like the two of them, they are also trained from the same furnace.

The same kind of fire is burning in the furnace: it can make iron into steel, and it can also make people from weak to strong.

The same furnace, the same kettle, the same fire.

Who is the bean? Who is Kei?

The sword light flashed and struck like lightning.

This is the most powerful and overbearing "Big Thunderbolt" among Sima Chaoqun's "Nine Thunderbolts". It is no longer known how many masters have defeated him in the world.

Although he is not using his big iron sword now, although the power of this sword is worse when it strikes, but the sharpness of this short sword can make up for its lack of strength, and the changes in use are also More flexible.

But now Sima Chaoqun shouldn't use this sword.

This sword is a strong attack to the weak. It is a sword that can only be used when the opponent is already timid and exhausted, and is definitely not an opponent.

Because this sword strikes, the power has been exhausted, if you miss a hit, you will definitely be injured by the opponent. There is almost no choice at all.

To such a person as Zhuo Donglai, how could he use this sword? Is it because he underestimated Zhuo Donglai? Or because he is sure of himself 1

Competition between masters, whether it is underestimating the other party or overestimating yourself, is equally unforgivable.

Sima Chaoqun should understand this.

He neither underestimates Zhuo Donglai nor overestimates himself. He has always been a person who is not easy to make mistakes.

He used this sword only because he knew Zhuo Dong too well.

The people of Zhuo Dong are cautious. Under any circumstances, if there is no certainty of victory, they will always make a move. The moves used when making a move must also be foolproof.

As long as the opponent has a one-tenth chance of hurting him, he won't make that move.

Sima Chaoqun is an undefeated hero made by himself. He has seen countless masters be beheaded by this sword.

Sima Chaoxiang and the sword of "Big Thunderbolt" will undoubtedly have a huge pressure in his heart.

This is his weakness.

His weakness is the opportunity for Sima to be superior.

Sima Chaoqun must seize this opportunity. As long as Zhuo Donglai hesitates a little under his pressure, his sword pillow will penetrate Zhuo Donglai's heart.

Competing between masters, life and death is often just a matter of one trick.

Because they have already counted every situation when they hit one move.

——The weather, the location, the opponent's emotions and physical strength are all in their calculations.

But when everyone is inevitably wrong, as long as his calculations are not at all wrong, the mistakes he made will inevitably make him hate for life.

The sword light flashed and struck like lightning.

Zhuo Donglai did not hesitate, did not flinch, and was not deceived by the lightning dazzling sword light.

He has found the tip of the sword in the flash of light.

The tip of the sword is the heart of the sword.

The strength of the sword changes with the sharp edge, and this change is the lifeblood of this sword.

He broke the lifeline of this sword with a single blow.

The sword light flashing all over the sky suddenly disappeared, and Zhuo Donglai's blade was already behind Sima's left neck.

He has no power to dodge and counterattack at all. The sharp blade can cut off his head in an instant.

He didn't close his eyes and waited for the knife. There was no sign of grief, hatred, or fear in his eyes.

At this moment, Sima Chaoqun seemed much calmer than before.

If he had just assassinated Zhuo Donglai with a single sword, he might not have been so peaceful at this time.

Zhuo Donglai looked at him coldly, without any emotion in his eyes~IndoMTL.com~You are wrong. Zhuo Dong said: "So you lost. "

"Yes, I lost."

"Have you always wanted to know what will happen if we two fight each other?"

"But I don't want to know," Zhuo Dong said, "I have never known each other."

An unspeakable sorrow suddenly appeared in his voice, but the knife in his hand had been cut on Sima Chaoqun's neck.

There was only a flash of light from the knife, no blood spattered.

The knife was cut down with the back of the knife.

Then he left, neither turning his head nor looking at Sima Chaoqun again.

Sima couldn't help hiss and asked: "Why didn't you kill me?"

Zhuo Donglai still didn't look back, only said indifferently: "Because now you are a dead person."