For dinner, He Sheng came to the Sichuan cuisine mansion, the most popular business in the downtown area. He ordered four dishes by himself and ate so deliciously.

In the afternoon, He Sheng was sleeping in the Han family's villa, and no one came to him. From this we can see that the only people who came should be the seventh-level Tianshi Master and the people around him. Xiong Shilong had no sect to search for him.

As he was eating, He Sheng's cell phone rang. He picked up his cell phone and saw that it was He's phone number.

He Sheng immediately picked it up.

"Die brother."

"I killed the dragon sword, but Xiong Shilong did not." He Shi's voice came from his phone.

He Sheng's expression changed and he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? Is there a master around him?"

"There is a fifth-level heavenly master." He He said, "But my sword is broken. If the sword continues, I can kill it."

"It's broken again?" He Sheng was so shocked that his chopsticks almost fell to the ground.

If you count it carefully, Brother Dee has broken many swords. He Sheng was really puzzled. Are the other party’s people all iron walls? This sword made of pig iron is so hard, why is it broken every time?

Moreover, He Hei brought two swords these two times, and both swords were broken?

"Well, the sword is not very useful, and I don't dare to use too much force almost every time. Once I use force, the sword will break."

He Sheng: "..."

"Okay, then...then you can't kill it now, right?"

"Well, I was shot." He Shi replied.

"Are you shot? Where are you injured?"

"It seems like the heart is hurting a little."

“…”

He Sheng was silent for a while, mainly because he really didn't know how to answer He He He's words. Almost every time He He died in a fight, the sword would be broken and people would be injured. This made He Sheng really puzzled. Logically speaking, Brother De should be very strong, and if the sword is broken, he would not be unable to avoid bullets?

"Is the wound still bleeding?" He Sheng asked.

"Stop it, I also used my true qi to eject the bullet from my body, but now I can't move my true qi, and the wound will bleed."

"Then you go back to Jingshan now." He Sheng said, "Come back by taking a taxi!"

"Um."

He Sheng's expression became very hesitant when he put down his phone. It seemed that he had to study the sword in He He's hand carefully. Judging from his tone, the iron sword was not used by him at all. Once he tried his best, the sword would be broken. How could this be possible?

After eating a few bites of the dishes, He Sheng was not in the mood to continue eating. After paying, He Sheng left the restaurant and drove back to the Han family, waiting for He Shen to come back.

Three hours later, a taxi parked at the entrance of the community. When He Sheng saw the taxi, he immediately ran out of the living room and paid for He Shi. He Sheng took He Shi back home.

He Sheng was ready for gauze and disinfectant alcohol. In He Sheng's opinion, the bullet should not have hit Brother Death in the heart, otherwise Brother Death could still call him so calmly, and he would have died long ago.

After checking He Shen's injuries, He Sheng felt very grateful.

The bullet penetrated He He's chest cavity, about two centimeters away from his heart, but the lung lobes were penetrated.

Fortunately, Brother Dee used his true energy to stop bleeding and kept it back all the way, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

He Sheng had no choice but to use acupuncture to heal He Shen's injuries.

For He Sheng, true qi acupuncture is like his technique. The true qi in acupuncture can completely repair the wound quickly, and even allow new cells to grow in the bleeding area at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, this consumed a lot of money on He Sheng, which was more than the injury of He Sheng's death. After three injections, the true energy in He Sheng's body was like being pumped by a water pump. It was empty all of a sudden, and he collapsed on the sofa, his face pale and bloodless.

But after the wound was recovered, his face improved a lot.

"Ah, no! Next time you are injured again, I'll give you some medicine. Although the effect is not so good, at least I don't have to be so tired..." He Sheng gasped on the sofa.

If someone else is injured like this, He Sheng will heal him. At most, He Sheng will bandage the other party. If he doesn't take some medicine and apply it, the wound will heal within ten days and half a month.

But Brother Death is different. Brother Death is at least stronger than himself. He Sheng would rather lose his combat power than He Death to provide him with him.

"Yes, yes." He He nodded calmly.

In the jade token in his hand, a steady stream of true energy was transmitted into He Sheng's body. After a while, He Sheng sat up from the sofa with his body. He picked up the bloody gauze under his feet into the trash can, and then lit a cigarette.

"Do you want to smoke?" He Sheng asked He He He.

He Shen shook his head: "It's too choking if you don't suck."

He Sheng couldn't help laughing, and he asked with a smile: "Brother Death, I'm puzzled. Why does it break every time the sword reaches your hand? Tell me carefully, how did you break it?"

He He thought for a few seconds after hearing this, and then replied: "I turned my true energy into sword energy, and the sword cannot bear it."

He Sheng's expression froze: "Then... Then why did you hurt him when you first fought with Dragon Sword?"

"If the sword is not continuous, he will die that time." He He replied calmly: "After the sword is broken, I can't beat it, so I'm injured."

He Sheng narrowed his eyes and looked at He He He, as if he was thinking about something.

According to Brother Death, if the sword in his hand can withstand the sword energy, then his combat power will be stronger?

He Sheng suddenly thought of something and asked with an excited look on his face: "Then if the sword in your hand cannot be broken, can you kill that seventh-level heavenly master?"

He Shen was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "You can try it, but the sword you give me will break."

"No, this...it has nothing to do with whether it was given to you by me! It's mainly because of the sword. There is a problem with the type of sword. You have to tell me what kind of sword is not broken!" He Sheng was a little anxious.

This dead brother, he would say this earlier, even if he wanted to use the stars in the sky to make a sword, wouldn't he just pick it up for him?

He He looked expressionless, then shook his head dullly: "I don't know."

He Sheng patted his forehead heavily, and asked in vain.

Just when He Sheng was helpless, He He said again: "But if there are enough swords, I can beat them one by one."

"Blow it one by one?" He Sheng looked at He Shi with a strange expression.

He He nodded: "Well, I broke one and replaced the next one."

He Sheng's expression became particularly wonderful, and a picture flashed through his mind.

He He took a hundred swords on his back and drew out one and cut two swords. The sword broke, He He threw away the sword and pulled out the next one...

Is this too weird?

"Those, you... why didn't you tell me earlier?" He Sheng asked in confusion.

If He Shi had said that the sword was broken earlier, it was because he could not bear the sword energy, He Sheng would have found a way to solve this problem earlier.

He He looked at He Sheng with a real look, "You didn't ask before."

He Sheng: "..."
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