Chu Zheng smiled at Guo Songyang from afar, then slowly walked past Ximen Rou, patted his shoulder, and said softly: "Brother Ximen goes down first and bandage the wound. I'm here."

He patted Ximen Rou on the shoulder very lightly, but the blood in Ximen Rou's chest suddenly turned into tears.

A man like Ximen Rou would rather die than cry.

But with a gentle slap and such a soft sentence, Ximen Rou felt that all her efforts and courage to die were recognized the greatest recognition. An inexplicable sense of excitement and glory arose in her heart, and there was even a trace of warmth and touching when she was wronged outside when she was a child. When her senior brother came to stand up for him.

He didn't understand why he had such a strange emotion, but many young men and women around him looked at the young man's figure, bursting into tears and even crying expressions, which meant that others felt a special power from this young man, a power that had nothing to do with martial arts cultivation, but warmed people's hearts and inspiring people.

Chu Zheng continued to walk slowly forward, and A Fei had arrived at him at some point.

Many of the heroes did not know A Fei. After asking each other, they realized that it was the young swordsman who was guarding the small building alone in Xingyun Village, leaving countless masters to stop him, and defeated the Shaolin traitor Xinjian with one move!

Like Shangguan Jinhong, Jing Wuming, one in front and one behind, one in person, one shadow, but his strange steps were different. Chu Zheng and A Fei walked side by side, and there was no sign of cooperation in their steps. Both of them looked very calm, as if they were having an appointment to drink together, and A Fei didn't even carry a sword on his waist!

Is Ah Fei not going to take action? Then what's the use of him following him?

But looking at the two of them walking leisurely, especially when they saw Chu Zheng's back, which was not tall but gave people a feeling of tallness and majesty, the worries in the hearts of the heroes who watched the game disappeared strangely.

The two of them walked forward, originally domineering, and the money gang members who were blocking the road seemed to feel some huge power, giving up the road to the farewell pavilion like a tide.

Guo Songyang was still holding the ground with his sword, standing still, watching Chu Zheng and A Fei coming over.

Chu Zheng came to him, reached out to support Guo Songyang's almost exhausted body, and said softly: "Let me leave it next."

No thanks or apologies, just such a gentle sentence.

"You..." Chu Zheng's palms were warm and powerful. Guo Songyang's tired eyes met his eyes. He could not continue after saying only one word.

Because he found that there was no need to say anything at this moment, the reason for his stand-up, his pursuit of martial arts, his beliefs, and the young man in front of him all understood.

But the next moment, he opened his eyes again, stared at him hard, and said sternly: "You...!"

His lungs were stabbed by Jing Wuming. He couldn't help coughing as soon as he spoke, so the pain almost made his body bend, but he still held it tightly and just stared at Chu Zheng angrily.

Because he felt a warm and endless breath of true energy from Chu Zheng's palm into his body, quickly stopping the bleeding for him and repairing the most serious sword injury.

When is it now? You are about to duel with Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming. You have wasted your most precious true energy to heal me?

Guo Songyang was angry. He was angry at Chu Zheng's ignorance. Did you still know how powerful Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming are when you see me like this? You should use all your energy and all your physical energy and true energy to the upcoming duel!

Chu Zheng pressed his shoulder and did not let him struggle. As the true energy of the immortal god Zhaozhao flowed throughout Guo Songyang's body, Guo Songyang's wound began to stop bleeding, and the damaged internal organs also improved greatly.

Chu Zheng then withdrew his hand, looked at him and smiled, "I can't let your injury become worse, which will eventually affect your strength. When your injury is completely healed later, we will have a good duel. You know, a respectable and loyal opponent is hard to come by. It is my honor to meet an opponent like you in this life."

"you……"

It is also the word "you", but the meaning is completely different.

Guo Songyang didn't know whether he was happy, uncomfortable, or moved at this time. He felt that his chest was irritating and could not help himself. He could only say the word "you" and could not continue.

He even felt something hot liquid flowing in his eyes.

I don't know how many evaluations and praises he has received in his life, including stinginess, admiration, and trembling praises. Only this sentence "a respectable and loyal opponent" makes him feel unprecedented satisfaction.

This comes from the recognition and respect of strong enemies who can compete with oneself or even stronger.

This is more precious and rare than respect and encouragement among friends!

Because there were not many such strong enemies in the world, so I could fully understand his martial arts pursuits, understand his beliefs and recognize them, and I could not find a second strong enemy to be respected!

Guo Songyang carried the iron sword again and dragged his tired body away. He didn't say a word or look back. He was not even worried about whether Chu Zheng could survive this terrible duel.

Because he believed that Chu Zheng said that he would have to duel with him after his injury healed, and that would definitely be possible.

At this moment, his confidence in Chu Zheng was even far greater than his confidence in himself.

How can a person who can chat and laugh in front of a powerful enemy with a life and death, or even spend his true energy for an opponent like him be defeated, how can he be defeated?

He just muttered a sentence in his heart: "Chu Loujun, I can't be friends with you, I can't be friends with you... Friends are rare, but it's even more rare for you to compete like yours! It's also my honor to meet an opponent like you!"

It was not until Guo Songyang walked away that Chu Zheng slowly turned around and turned to Guan Jinhong.

Shangguan Jinhong has not spoken since the beginning, but just looked at him about a meter away.

The young man in front of him looks handsome, slender, dressed properly and not luxuriously, and looked more like a gentle scholar.

No one expected such a delicate young man to be the invincible commander who is well-known all over the world, and is the top master in the world.

But Shangguan Jinhong knew that this young man was not only well-known, but even more powerful than the rumors!

From the time this young man came over to now turning around, his every move was so natural and so relaxed.

No one dared to ignore the murderous aura and pressure emitted from Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming, but this person dared!

Shangguan Jinhong's gaze could scare a master to tremble and even go crazy, but it seemed like a breeze and bright moon on this person, without any effect.

He was obviously just standing there naturally, as if he was full of flaws, but Shangguan Jinhong has now reached the peak of martial arts cultivation and eyesight, but he can't find the opportunity to take action!

After Chu Zheng turned around, Shangguan Jinhong finally spoke.

"You're here too early."

Chu Zheng smiled faintly: "It's not too early. Arriving early is the etiquette of duel."

Facing Shangguan Jinhong, who is as powerful as a demon god, he can actually laugh!

It was not until this moment that the two people's eyes met for the first time.

They were nearly half apart, but just a glance at each other, a series of sparks splashed.

A spark of tit-for-tat!

Shangguan Jinhong's eyes were gloomy and sharp, as if his eyes were like a knife, that must be the sharpest knife in the world!

Chu Zheng's eyes were like the sea, seemingly quiet, but they were filled with turbulent dangers. The stormy waves created could swallow everything at any time!

The heroes who were watching the battle, who were more than two hundred feet away, could not see their movements and expressions clearly, but could feel the atmosphere suddenly tense, as if even the cold wind between heaven and earth was about to be solidified.

The girls of the "Chu Shuai's Protective Guard" held up the flag, but felt that the air was very suppressed and could not shout out the words of cheering and encouragement. They could only look at Chu Shuai with the most pious eyes, hoping to turn this gaze into a force that supports him.

The whole audience was silent.

At some point, thick dark clouds had floated in the sky, blocking the sunshine.

Is even the world a change of fear for the upcoming stunning duel?

Jing Wuming didn't look at Chu Zheng, and his eyes fell on A Fei from the beginning.

A Fei still looked cold, and the lines on his face were as tough as granite, but different from Jing Wuming's gray, lifeless eyes, A Fei was originally arrogant, cold, stubborn, and had a sense of vitality in his eyes that were wary of everything.

Just like the grass that sprouts in the severe cold and snow, it is green and fresh. Although it is still small, it has a powerful force that cannot be ignored.

This is the power of life.

If Jing Wuming gives people the feeling of being cold and lonely with destruction, A Fei gives people the feeling of being cold and strong with hope.

A Fei was also looking at Jing Wuming, to be precise, he was looking at the sword around his waist.

Then, he smiled softly.

He smiled strangely, just like seeing a toy that he was tired of playing with, but others held it as a treasure and couldn't bear to put it down.

Jing Wuming didn't say anything, but a hint of fear and harshness suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Because he suddenly felt that he could not see through A Fei.

He felt anger from Guo Songyang, the sword energy with the cold, and the murderous aura that penetrated the throat with the sword.

But on A Fei, he felt nothing! If so, then there was only a kind of contempt!

Because A Fei was so relaxed, he was as relaxed as Chu Loujun next to him.

No one in the world dares to relax like this in front of him!

Jing Wuming's hand had moved to the hilt of the sword, but Shangguan Jinhong didn't move, so he couldn't move.

Shangguan Jinhong glanced at Ah Fei, focused his eyes back on Chu Zheng, and said slowly:

"Where is your flying knife?"

"Flying Knife? I used it just now." Chu Zheng answered casually, as if he had lost something worthless.

"Oh? It seems that I can only learn about your Dugu Nine Swords."

"It may also be my boxing, knife skills, palm skills, and leg skills. I have no advantages, but my martial arts skills are quite complicated."

Shangguan Jinhong smiled, and he smiled more cruelly than not: "It seems that you are more interesting than I thought, so interesting that I feel a little reluctant to kill you. The master is lonely, and it is really hard to find an opponent as interesting as you."

Chu Zheng said, "But you still want to kill me. After all, if you don't kill me, your Money Gang will have no prestige."

"Yes, just know that you understand this principle. I also know that you have defeated the Grand Master, and even tied with Dugu Qiubai. However, I promise that you will definitely lose this time."

Shangguan Jinhong's eyes opened slightly, revealing a terrifying divine light that made people palpitations.

He was originally one head taller than Chu Zheng, and he stood proudly, like a towering tree covering the sky, reaching the top of the sky!

Chu Zheng could clearly sense his powerful internal energy and true energy that was condensed, his spirit was as solid as rocks and as cold as frost, and his aura was stronger than that of the demon god!

At this moment, even the dark clouds in the sky were pressing down darkly, as if intimidated by his terrible strength, they had to come and put pressure on Chu Zheng together.

This is Shangguan Jinhong's true strength! The terrifying strength that can change the world's color!

The heroes, who were hundreds of feet away, were shocked at the same time, and felt that the chill on Shangguan Jinhong's body was even more cold than the north wind in the middle of winter.
To be continued...