Gu Xiaobao was confused and reached out to pat Lin Zhong on the shoulder:

"What's going on?"

"Why don't you take some time to teach Master Chengze's martial arts skills," Lin Zhong replied, "Don't you see that Master Chengze is much more flexible with his sword now than before?"

Gu Xiaobao's eyes were confused, "Why not be free? What do you mean?"

"Guide!"

And at this time.

Lin Chengze turned his wrist, and the sword went straight to He Buxian's chest in an extremely tricky direction.

Why not just laugh.

As he stepped back, his voice was clear:

"Lin Chengze, I won't let you go anymore.

If you want to survive, you must go all out.

Otherwise, you will die by my sword."

"What a shameless statement," Lin Chengze said with a cold face and attacked with his sword again.

This time, the two of them fought quickly.

The weapons collided together, making a harsh sound.

boom!

The two of them pushed back one after another.

Why not be excited, waved his sword, and attacked again:

"Lin Chengze, come again."

Lin Chengze didn't answer, with a sullen face, and faced him again with his sword.

When he was fighting life and death, he realized the gap between himself and the master. He was still far behind.

Why not just use your hands to block Lin Chengze's sword?

His eyes were downcast:

"Lin Chengze, teach another one, a soldier who never tires of deceit!"

After saying that, he pushed Lin Chengze away hard.

Then he raised his sword and pointed it at Lin Chengze's chest and stabbed him quickly.

Lin Chengze was startled, and he ducked away in panic. At the same time, he turned his wrist and stabbed with his sword!

Phew!

The long sword in Lin Chengze's hand pierced He Buxian's chest.

Lin Chengze was stunned, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword suddenly let go as if he had encountered some savage beast.

He came to his senses.

He raised his head and looked at He Buxian with puzzled eyes. He could obviously avoid it.

He Buxian looked down at the sword on his chest, with a smile on his lips.

The next second.

He knelt on one knee, the sword in his right hand thrust into the ground, supporting his body.

Blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth in large mouthfuls.

"Why?" Lin Chengze finally spoke.

"How come there are so many things in life?" He opened his mouth and a mouthful of blood gushed out again.

He raised his head and looked at Lin Chengze with a smile:

"Lin Chengze, remember that war never tires of deceit!"

Then, he released his grip on the sword hilt and let his body fall backwards.

boom!

Why not just lie down on the ground.

"What a nice view!"

Looking at the bright night sky above his head, He Buxiao sighed.

Then he slowly closed his eyes, but there was always a smile on his lips.

"Why?"

Lin Chengze murmured, he could obviously avoid it.

"He is begging for death, he doesn't want to live at all," Lin Zhong walked over and sighed:

"Master Chengze, don't blame yourself.

He Buxian is just borrowing your hand to kill himself, it’s not your fault.”

Lin Chengze was silent.

He looked at He Buxian's body. Perhaps this was the best choice for him.
Chapter completed!