The sword light instantly covered Zhao Yufan.
At this moment, the whole world suddenly became quiet, and it seemed that all living things had perished in the bloody world.
At the moment when the sword light approached, Zhao Yufan also used the strongest defense of Violent Thunder.
Violent Thunder was originally an offensive martial skill, but he improved it into a thunder and lightning defense.
Some people say that the strongest defense is attack, so the strongest attack may also be defense.
Zhao Yufan was verifying this sentence.
He would use the strongest defense to resist the terrifying sword light.
Violent Thunder's defense is just one type.
He holds the stick in his left hand and the knife in his right hand at the same time, and uses the Strangling Shield and Burning World.
The three martial arts are integrated into one, and attack and defense coexist, blocking the terrifying bloody sword light.
However, there is a huge difference between a martial lord and a high-level warrior.
Even if Zhao Yufan uses eighteen martial arts techniques to attack, the chance of winning is extremely slim.
However, Zhao Yufan did not expect to defeat He Wei, he just wanted to avoid He Wei's knife.
The blood gradually gathered on the sword light, and disappeared as it collided with Zhao Yufan.
Among the piles of rocks, Zhao Yufan was half-kneeling on the ground in ragged clothes, holding his hands on the ground.
A bright red appeared on his chest.
His pale face was as white as white paper, so white that there was almost no blood.
He Wei looked at Zhao Yufan and said happily: "This is not my strongest sword."
Hearing this, blood overflowed from the corner of Zhao Yufan's mouth again, not because he was angry, but because he was too seriously injured.
Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on He Wei, and he replied seriously: "You have no chance to draw the sword."
As soon as he finished speaking, his men suddenly stood up and pounced on He Wei like a cheetah.
The moment he pounced on He Wei, there was a sword in his hand, a sword that shone with cold light and was extremely sharp.
At this moment, everyone's pupils shrank, and they were overwhelmed with emotions.
Zhao Yufan finally drew his sword.
The strongest sword, the Jiuxiao Sword, combined with the ghost steps, arrived in front of He Wei in just one breath.
He Wei was not afraid at all and actually smiled because his knife had been raised.
However, his smile suddenly stiffened on his face, the red color in his eyes gradually dissipated, and his whole body suddenly fell to the ground like a knife in his hand.
The ending only takes one second, and in just one second, a lot happens.
When He Wei drew his sword, Zhao Yufan's sword stabbed his right wrist.
Zhao Yufan's strength is not as strong as Wu Jun's, but his speed can be faster than Wu Jun's.
Everyone present knew that Zhao Yufan was strong with swords, knives, and sticks, but not many people knew that his speed was also very strong, strong enough to make ordinary martial arts helpless.
He used the fastest Jiuxiao Sword to stab He Wei's wrist, and he had to stab the wrist.
If he stabbed any other part, he would definitely die today.
Everyone has a fatal weakness, and He Wei's fatal weakness is the hand holding the sword.
If Zhao Yufan's sword stabs the chest, then with He Wei's character, he will definitely have the opportunity to use the strongest sword, and this sword is enough to hit.
He wanted to kill Zhao Yufan, but when he stabbed his wrist, he had no chance to draw the sword.
Staring at the dull He Wei, Zhao Yufan said weakly: "What is fighting?"
He Wei looked at Zhao Yufan, a little puzzled and a little angry.
Was Zhao Yufan giving him advice?
"The so-called battle is about strength and wisdom."
"And you only used your own strength, but forgot to think."
Zhao Yufan talked eloquently, as if a strong man who had gone through vicissitudes of life was giving guidance to his disciples.
A word awakened the dreamer, and He Wei had an epiphany.
He looked at Zhao Yufan and asked sarcastically: "Don't you think it's ridiculous that you are giving advice to a dying person?"
Putting away his sword, Zhao Yufan had a serious look on his face and his body couldn't help but straighten up, "I won't kill you."
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He Wei was startled and smiled more mockingly, "Wouldn't they do it too?"
As he spoke, he looked at the strong men present and at the pairs of eyes filled with hatred in the crowd.
Those eyes were the relatives of the people he killed. eyes.
Zhao Yufan wanted to say something, but He Wei had already stood up and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Thank you."
Then, he held his head high, stood among the rocks, and said proudly: "I have no regrets. , I used to kill people without regrets, but now I kill people without any regrets.
If you want to kill me, just come.”
Zhao Yufan frowned and warned: "I don't know what happened in the past, but the people who died now have no grievances or grudges against you."
He Wei stared at Zhao Yufan.
He looked at Zhao Yufan as if he were looking at his friend, "Then use your justice to kill the devil.
I would rather die in your hands than in their hands."
Zhao Yufan twitched the corner of his mouth and seemed a little speechless.
He felt that He Wei regarded him as a friend, and he also had an unspeakable feeling for He Wei, "I don't kill friends, but you have killed too many people, and you must accept it."
The Trial of Empire."
"You are truly a gentleman."
He Wei said with a smile, and then his laughter became louder and louder, as if he was mocking the whole world.
In the crowd, those who had suppressed their anger finally broke out.
They held weapons and slowly approached He Wei.
"He Wei, I want to kill you" "I want revenge for my son" "The murderer, please pay with your life."
Hundreds of people approached He Wei step by step, wanting to cut him into pieces.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Yufan took out his sword and stood in front of He Wei.
He looked at everyone seriously and said, "You have no right to kill him.
This matter should be left to the empire."
As he spoke, he looked directly at the deacon not far away and ordered: "Capture him and transfer him to the Imperial Justice Department."
The Department of Justice is an institution that specializes in handling various cases across the empire, and it is also a very prestigious institution.
In the hearts of the people, the Zhengfa Division represents justice and light.
Just when the deacons were about to take action, Ji Zihao from the deacon hall became furious and scolded: "Zhao Yufan, how dare you protect He Wei?"
He Wei glanced at Zhao Yufan and smiled happily.
Being able to meet his confidant before death was the only gift God gave him.
"You go, sooner or later you will die.
Is it necessary to miss one day of death?"
Zhao Yufan shook his head firmly.
Although he regarded He Wei as a friend, he would never protect He Wei.
However, since he was a friend, he hoped that He Wei's death would not be too tragic.
"Stop messing around and get out of here!"
Zhao Yunbing scolded angrily and warned Zhao Yufan not to care about this matter.
He Wei was a young man with great potential.
He could have been immortal, but he had the Eye of Troubled Times, so he had to die, and he had to die in front of everyone.
Zhao Yufan glanced at the powerful people present and saw that they were all silent, so he guessed He Wei's ending.
"I'm sorry."
He stepped aside and stood side by side with He Wei.
Dense dark clouds gathered in the sky, just like the crowd slowly gathering around He Wei.
Suddenly, a black cloud floated from the sky.
The black cloud floated above everyone's heads and gradually fell downwards
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