One Sword 4

No one can stop the pace of time from moving forward. In the endless suffering waiting, time finally points to eleven fifty.

After the hour hand pointed to the next second, all the living people breathed a sigh of relief, their tense nerves completely relaxed, and countless people even collapsed on the ground, gasping heavily.

"Dad... Time has passed. According to the report sent by all the person in charge of each part just now, no one was injured or killed?" Zheng Bufan pushed mén in and said with a little excitement.

Let the black striker retreat when he sees the difficulties. Only they can do it in eight days. If it is spread, they will be proud of their alliance at home.

Zheng Tianzuo, the head of the Zheng family, browsed slightly and said to Zheng Tianyou: "Second brother, is it really the black striker scared away by the formation here? Or is it that he has never been here before?"

“…Second brother?”

Zheng Tianzuo's whole body trembled, and a stream of air conditioning rushed upward from the bottom of his spine. His face turned bloodless, pale as white as a piece of paper. His mouth moved hard and wanted to say something, but found that the unspeakable fear had completely strangled his throat, making him unable to make a sound.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Zheng Bufan noticed the change in his father's face and hurried over to support him.

Zheng Tianzuo tried hard to suppress his heartbeat and stretched out a trembling finger: "Your second uncle, you are dead..."

"What?" Zheng Bufan's mind roared, "Dad... He... He's here?"

"I don't know...I don't know... Just now, I was slowly tasting tea here with your second uncle. It's impossible for anyone to come in..."

A second brother who was drinking tea and chatting with him for more than ten seconds ago was silently killed in front of him. This silent fear was colder than any bloody scene.

He knew that if the Black Front had chosen not his second brother just now, then the one who died in an unknown way would be himself

This unforgettable fear can last until the moment he died

Zheng Bufan's teeth were trembling. He had heard too many legends about black strikers. Now, he truly realized his terrible and impeccable surveillance and defense. Even if a fly flew in, he would be immediately discovered - and that person actually sneaked in silently and solved another top master in front of one top master without being noticed... Is this what a human can do?

Could it be...he is a god? a ghost?

"Dad...what should I do?" The fear in his heart made him at a loss

"In the Zheng family, which is full of hands, it's just like that." A hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the room, scaring the two of them who were uneasy and were so anxious that they felt so excited.

Zheng Tianzuoqiang calmed down and said coldly: "We admit defeat today. If one day you fall into our hands, the revenge of killing my brother will be returned twice as much."

"Oh, but I don't think you can see that day." A black shadow appeared in front of them like a teleportation, wrapped in dark night clothes. His voice was obviously changing and hoarse, but it still made people clearly tell that his age was definitely only thirty years old.

"I have changed my mind. The Master Zheng is here to wait for me. How could I brush off the good intentions of the Master Zheng?" A cold light flashed in Xiang Yufeng's eyes, and the light red spirit blade was shaking strange marks in his hand.

Zheng Bufan was shocked when he heard this. Xun blocked his father behind him and gritted his teeth and said, "Heifeng, don't think of hurting my father. Now there are at least thirty guards with guns outside. As long as I give the order..."

"Is that... Then shout, look?" Xiang Yufeng curled his lips disdainfully. There were indeed thirty guys holding guns outside, but he was standing there with wide eyes, his whole body was intact, but he just couldn't breathe

"You..." Zheng Bufan's whole body was soaked in cold sweat. He had already pressed the alarm countless times in secret, but there was no response at all.

"Fan'er, let go... don't you understand? Who is the black striker going to kill? No one can stop him." Zheng Tianzuo gently pushed his son away, his face as if he had grown a lot aged suddenly

"Black Front, I heard of your name six years ago, but six years later, you appeared again, but it seemed to be targeting us... Before I die, can you tell me what hatred my Zheng family, Qian family, Liu family, and He family have to have with you?"

"Sorry, someone wants you to die." A cold light flashed in Xiang Yufeng's eyes.

"So someone invited you here. How much does he pay? I will pay ten times as long as you are willing to tell me who the other party is. You know, our Zheng family has this strength, so you can offer a price."

"How can money easily shake the name of the black striker? If it weren't for this, how could the title of the King of Killers land on my head? The older you are, the more confused you become?"

Zheng Tianzuo was about to speak, but Zheng Bufan had already rushed to him again, and had a blue sword in his hand: "Xiang Yufeng, if you want to kill me, I am the future head of the Zheng family. I think my life is as valuable as my father's."

Seeing the fear in the boy's eyes turned into perseverance, Xiang Yufeng's heart moved a little if he had been threatened by this, he would have stood in front of him without hesitation.

"Okay, I'll make you happy"

Zheng Bufan's heart suddenly felt filled with unprecedented relief. He turned around and looked at Zheng Tianzuo, whose eyes were completely dull, and said seriously: "Dad, although my elder brother is reckless in his work, he is still courageous. In my heart, he is more suitable for the head of the family than me...so..."

"No black attack, didn't you say you want to kill me? You can kill me? How can you attack my son without trust?" Zheng Tianzuo wanted to protect his son behind him, but was shaken away by Xiang Yufeng with strange power

"For your filial piety, I'll give you a chance..." Xiang Yufeng's face moved slightly, but was replaced by Yin Han in a flash: "Catch my move, I'll let you all go"

"Okay" Zheng Bufan felt hope in his heart. He was the number one master of the younger generation of the Zheng family. He was confident and confronted him head-on. Even Xiang Yufeng could not defeat him with one move (5)

The long sword of the green sword drew a green sword, stabbed Xiang Yufeng forward, and swayed slightly, leaving a flash of red light.

"Master Zheng, tell other people whether to live in fear forever or be free from the He family, choose yourself." The voice gradually became ethereal, and the black figure disappeared completely.

Zheng Tianzuo walked to his son tremblingly, as if he had walked the longest road in the world

"Fan'er... are you okay... Did the Black Front deliberately let you go?" Looking at his son's completely stiff expression, Zheng Tianzuo's voice couldn't stop trembling. The sound he made seemed to be saying to himself.

"Awesome..." Zheng Bufan said the last two words, and the long sword in front of his hand was instantly broken into five pieces, and his body, without a trace of scar, fell heavily.
Chapter completed!