Duan Zhigao was stunned for a moment at first. The clothes in Wang Gensheng's hand could actually turn into a long stick, so he could attack Huanglong directly.
When it comes to the quality of long swords and long sticks, there is no comparison at all.
Duan Zhigao's long sword danced, and the long stick in Wang Gensheng's hand instantly turned into rags all over the sky, like snowflakes, fluttering down.
Duan Zhigao was still secretly happy in his heart, thinking, Wang Gensheng, you can mess with others, but you want to mess with my Duan family. Duan will kill you today.
Between the two of them, scraps of cloth flew everywhere.
Wang Gensheng turned around and jumped back a few steps.
His hands were waving in the scraps of cloth, as if catching shrimps.
Who would have thought that Wang Gensheng's movements, like catching shrimps, are not simple.
Every time he grabbed it, a few more scraps of cloth would come out of his hand.
After the scraps of cloth passed through his hand, they flew out like sharp weapons.
Duan Zhigao stepped back, the long sword in his hand began to be disordered, and he seemed to be in a hurry.
Wang Gensheng didn't pause at all, and waved his hands frequently. His posture was like the cards in a gambling movie that hurt people.
However, what was in the gambling film was playing cards, and what Wang Gensheng had in his hand were scraps of cloth, extremely soft cloth scraps.
After all the scraps of cloth fell to the ground, there was only about two meters between Wang Gensheng and Duan Zhigao.
Wang Gensheng had one or two sword wounds on his body.
Duan Zhigao's body was like a hedgehog, shaking bits and pieces of cloth in shallow and deep directions.
Duan Zhigao took a few steps back, suddenly vomited out a mouthful of blood, knelt down on one knee, and held the sword in his hand on the ground. His face was already frosty, and his arrogance was completely gone.
Wang Gensheng did not take advantage of the victory to pursue him. If he continued to attack, Duan Zhigao would have no power to fight back.
"Mr. Duan, what else do you have to say?" Wang Gensheng stood in front of Duan Zhigao, looking righteous.
He really wanted to take action and kill Duan Zhigao with one move, but he didn't.
The Duan Group is the pillar industry of China's private enterprises. Once it collapses, it will definitely affect the Chinese economy.
Duan Zhigao had blood bubbles coming out of his mouth. At this moment, he couldn't open his mouth. If he did, blood would spurt out again and again.
"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Duan Tie abandoned Cao Zhenzhen and ran towards Duan Zhigao.
Duan Zhigao stretched out his right hand with difficulty and shouted in pain: "Don't come over..."
Duan Tie froze on the spot, no longer daring to take half a step forward.
Wang Gensheng walked up to Cao Zhenzhen, shook off his disdain, and showed a smile: "Zhenzhen, let's go!"
Cao Zhenzhen shook her head repeatedly, with tears streaming down her face: "Wang Gensheng, I can't leave. You can leave. I'm sorry."
Wang Gensheng was stunned. Although Cao Zhenzhen was not as confused as before, she became extremely cold at this moment: "Zhenzhen, what happened?"
Cao Zhenzhen took out a pair of white gloves from her body, which were the ice silk gloves that Wang Gensheng gave him as a token of love.
"What on earth do you want to do?" Wang Gensheng asked, filled with confusion.
"Wang Gensheng, please leave it alone. I will return the gift you gave me, and you should not disturb my life in the future." Cao Zhenzhen threw the gloves over, tears streaming down her face.
"Why, why exactly?" Wang Gensheng grabbed his gloves and asked loudly.
This was the first time he had been rejected by a woman, and the rejection was so inexplicable that he was confused.
"There is no reason, you are not in my heart at all." Cao Zhenzhen replied heartlessly.
Wang Gensheng's heart felt as if a knife had stabbed him. There was a sharp pain in his heart, a mouthful of hot blood surged up, and a bitter, astringent taste suddenly overflowed from his mouth.
Duan Zhigao stood up behind him and wiped the blood on his mouth with his hand: "Wang Gensheng, I will give you one last chance, get out of here right now."
Duan Zhigao is not dead, he is still living tenaciously, and even speaks arrogantly.
Wang Gensheng smiled bitterly and scolded coldly: "Duan Zhigao, what did you do to Cao Zhenzhen? If you don't tell me, I will make your intestines full of regret."
"Wang Gensheng, Cao Zhenzhen asked you to leave because he was afraid that I would hurt you. I just wanted to save his face. You should leave quickly." Duan Zhigao shouted again.
"Duan Zhigao, I will never leave until I figure out the whole story today." Wang Gensheng replied angrily.
"Wang Gensheng, it's impossible for you to leave now." Duan Zhigao's face regained his confidence, and his eyes flashed with a frightening green light.
Wang Gensheng once heard a master say that there is a kind of cultivator in the world. When he reaches a certain level of cultivation, his eyes will turn into seven colors.
The so-called seven colors are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple.
If the eyes turn purple, it means that the person's cultivation has reached its peak, and it is extremely difficult for anyone in the world to match him.
"Duan Zhigao, if you have any ability, just use it." Wang Gensheng suppressed the unbearable pain in his heart and said something.
Duan Zhigao opened his arms and began to twist his body. His eyes were green and terrifying, like wolf eyes.
In the meantime, all the pieces of cloth on Duan Zhigao's body stood up, swished away from his body, and quickly rushed towards Wang Gensheng's face.
Not only that, Duan Zhigao suddenly flew up, the sword in his hand shaking like a silver snake, and followed closely behind.
If Wang Gensheng wanted to avoid the rain of cloth scraps, it would be difficult to avoid Duan Zhigao's flying long sword.
Life and death seemed to happen in an instant, and it was unknown what would happen to Wang Gensheng's life next.
Linguo's villa in Linshui City.
Lin Guo was teased by Zhao Yuehua, and Zhao Hai hurried over with his people.
Before Lin Guo's father died, he and Zhao Hai were close friends of life and death.
Seeing that Lin Guo was in trouble, Zhao Hai naturally did his part and stepped forward to stop him regardless of his body.
Unfortunately, his three-legged cat kung fu was weak against Zhao Yuehua's men.
The two followers brought by Zhao Hai were beaten so hard that they fell to the ground like Zhao Hai.
Zhao Yuehua picked up Lin Guo and strode upstairs, leaving only one sentence: "You guys keep an eye on the downstairs, I'll go upstairs and have a good time."
The men downstairs are not good people either.
Seeing Zhao Yuxin's beauty turn pale and shivering, she suddenly had evil thoughts, just waiting for Zhao Yuehua to go upstairs and relax, and they would be happy.
At this moment, a woman's voice came from the door of the living room, sweet and melodious, as gentle as a nightingale.
"Hey, Master Zhao, with such a noble status, how could you be so greedy for these vulgar fans? Aren't you afraid of losing your dignity?"
Zhao Yuehua paused as he went upstairs and couldn't help but look back.
At the door, there was a woman standing.
This woman has a handsome figure and a charming smile, like a peach blossom blooming.
His temperament and beauty are by no means inferior to either Lin Guo or Zhao Yuxin.
"Who are you?" Zhao Yuehua was attracted by the beauty's gaze and couldn't bear to move away.
"Master Zhao, do you think I'm beautiful?" The woman smiled sweetly.