The lancet.

The waist is as slender as Zu Hong's waist.

But it was filled with a cold murderous intent.

A series of cold lights overflowed from the tip of the knife.

It seems to be captivating.

call out!

Zu Hongwei is here.

She held the knife in her hand.

Like the god of death, it tangles towards Fu Zhongshan's head.

There is no fancy thing about this knife.

So calm that it seems like a pig's knife.

It's just not chopping, but cutting.

This is a fancy knife.

He encountered Fu Zhongshan's desperate attack head-on.

The two converge and a dazzling fire burst out instantly.

Behind the dragon hand, there is a dragon sword.

The blade is red all over.

Thickness abnormality.

One knife down.

Even Zu Hongwei's wrist was shaking slightly.

My brows couldn't help but frowned slightly.

The elderly Fu Zhongshan actually has such a terrifying deterrence.

This is something Zu Hongyao didn't expect.

If you go back twenty years.

Even if I am now, can I defeat Fu Zhongshan?

Zu Hongyao has no answer.

But she knew very well.

Today's Fu Zhongshan is not his opponent.

Even this knife did cause some trouble for Zu Hongyao.

But the hard power is here.

Not as good as it is not as good as it is not as good as it is.

Puchi!

The dragon sword passed by.

After being staggered with the Lancet.

He slashed towards Zu Hong's throat.

Zu Hong lowered her waist and avoided it.

A long strand of hair on the back of his head was cut off.

The black hair fell to the ground.

A pool of blood also splattered on the ground.

But this pool of blood was not from Zu Hong's waist.

But it is from Fu Zhongshan.

Blood flowed down Fu Zhongshan's neck.

The wound is not too deep.

But the face is very positive.

From the throat, it reaches the shoulder armor.

This is the damage caused by the Lancet.

Even the Lancet's knife intent creates damage.

Otherwise, the blade alone would not be able to create such a large wound.

Fu Zhongshan was injured.

Seriously injured.

He was injured and couldn't even hold the knife.

The fighting spirit on the face also disappeared in an instant.

An old man over 70 years old finally revealed the twilight.

His eyes also became turbid and chaotic.

Chu Yun saw this scene.

The expression also changed slightly.

Don't know why.

He felt a little sympathetic to the elderly Fu Zhongshan.

Putting aside his participation in the formation of the Undead Legion.

And always hostile to China.

Putting aside these things, let’s not mention them.

Fu Zhongshan lived in resentment throughout his life.

They all live in hatred.

He lived to avenge his father.

And this hatred lasted his entire life.

Seventy years of long life.

Isn't he tired?

Wouldn't he feel tired when it's late at night?

Don't you want to give up?

But to this day.

His eyes were still focused.

It's scorching.

He might have felt tired.

He might also feel extremely distressed.

But Chu Yun believed it.

He might never have thought of giving up for a moment.

This is his destiny.

It is his mission.

Such a stubborn, persistent old man.

What is the reason for Chu Yun to disrespect him?

Don't you pity him?

He shouldn't live long.

This knife may not be fatal in a short period of time.

But after this night of raging.

The destruction of chill.

He will definitely die.

Died at home.

Dead under the gaze of countless strong men.
To be continued...