C92 (1/2)

Everyone was shocked, only to see that Zhang Fei seemed to have forgotten about everyone's attack, as he completely disregarded the swords and sabers that were slashing towards him, waving the Blade of Death in his hand. The white light emitted by the Blade of Death in his hand grew brighter, actually reaching a distance of ten feet, sweeping towards the black clothed people and Gao Jun who were attacking him.

Upon seeing this, Gao Jun called out to the men in black, ”Be careful, get out of the way!” As he said this, he flew a few meters and floated far away on the ground. When he opened his eyes to look, he heard a ”ding ding ding”. After five clear sounds, the group of people immediately separated, and five figures fell out from the group of shadows. He landed heavily on the ground.

In the middle, Zhang Fei's clothes were in a mess as they spun a few times in the air before slowly falling to the ground. The Death God's Blade in his hand had already regained its natural luster, but there wasn't a single drop of blood.

Zhang Fei's pale face carried a trace of an evil smile. There were five frightening wounds on his body and a large amount of blood flowed out from the wounds, but he did not care about that. It was as if the large amount of blood he bled did not affect him at all.

Gao Jun was obviously shocked by his appearance. 'Death God Descends' meant that he didn't care about his own life and death? That seemed to be what he meant. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but take in a breath of cold air. Seeing that Li Yao was pressing closer to him, he couldn't help but look at him and ask, ”You still want to fight?”

Zhang Fei laughed bitterly and said, ”The blood in my body will never dry up.”

”But …” For some reason, Gao Jun felt some sympathy for him. Zhang Fei frowned and interrupted him, ”No buts, you take it.” With that, he raised the Divine Edge in his hand once again and pointed it at the space between his eyebrows. ”I really want to experience your Sword Truth again.”

Gao Jun could completely feel his stubborn temper. Deep down in his heart, he immediately forced himself to calm down as he coldly looked at Zhang Fei and said, ”Since that's the case, I'll definitely help you.” As he spoke, he raised his sword and stood face to face with him.

Zhang Fei seemed to know that he couldn't wait any longer. As he raised his sword, a deep footprint was left on the ground with a ”Bang!” sound. He shot forward again, his sword tearing through the air in front of him. When Gao Jun saw this, a trace of surprise flashed between his brows. It was as if he couldn't believe that Zhang Fei would still be able to unleash such a fatal strike.

Feeling the ice-cold blade stabbing his face, Gao Jun gave a shout, and the thin sword in his hand transformed into countless sword shadows, blocking Zhang Fei's body. The two swords clashed with each other in an instant, creating an intense sparks from the friction. The two silhouettes immediately intertwined with each other again, one gray while the other white.

After the fallen leaves dispersed, Zhang Fei coldly shouted. Using his sword as a blade, he fiercely slashed at Gao Jun. Then, he formed a palm with his left hand and ruthlessly slapped Gao Jun's shoulder.

”Ding, peng” two sounds later, Gao Jun and Zhang Fei's bodies separated and floated onto the ground. Gao Jun's mouth had a trace of blood on it, and he retreated a few steps back before regaining his balance. As for Zhang Fei, he fell to the ground and held onto the wound on his chest, which was continuously bleeding profusely.

Just now, although he used Death God's Descent to kill those five black clothed people, he was still heavily injured. However, facing Gao Jun who was not injured, Zhang Fei knew that it was impossible for him to escape, so he used his last bit of strength to launch the previous series of attacks, hoping to defeat him. Because of his injuries, his Qi was greatly weakened, but he was still unable to defeat Shi Yan. After he received the last palm strike, he was even blasted away and suffered internal injuries. He really did not know how he could escape now.

With a bitter smile, Zhang Fei looked at Gao Jun, who had been watching him without moving, and said, ”As expected, I will still die in your hands. So that doesn't count as a loss of peace?”

Hearing this, Gao Jun's slightly pale face revealed a strange expression as he frowned. Looking at Zhang Fei who was struggling to sit up, he said, ”My life is with me, I'm afraid I have no choice but to take your head away.” As he said this, he raised the sword in his hand once again and pointed it at Zhang Fei who was sitting there, unable to fight against him.

Zhang Fei suddenly chuckled. Looking at the approaching Gao Jun, he smiled evilly, ”Brat, can you agree to one of my requests?”

Hearing that, Gao Jun paused for a moment, then looked at him with a strange look on his face as he said, ”What other requests does a dead man have?” Tell me, whether or not I agree to it is my business. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Fei smiled at him and said, ”Can you let me die honorably?” As he spoke, he used Death's Blade to prop himself up and looked at Gao Jun in anticipation.