Swire Overlord

Chapter 202 Finally Unleashed the Sword

The sword light covered Zhao Yufan in an instant.

At this moment, the whole world suddenly became quiet, and it seemed that all living things had perished in the bloody world.

At the moment when the sword light was approaching, Zhao Yufan also used the strongest defense of Violent Thunder. Originally, Violent Thunder was an offensive skill, but he improved it into a lightning defense.

Some people say that the strongest defense is attack, so the strongest attack may also be defense.

Zhao Yufan is verifying this sentence, he must use the strongest defense to resist the terrifying sword light.

Violent Thunder's defense was only one. He held a stick in his left hand and a knife in his right, and used the strangling shield and burning world.

The three martial arts are integrated into one, and the attack and defense coexist, blocking the terrifying bloody sword glow.

However, there is a huge difference between a Martial Lord and a high-level warrior. Even if Zhao Yufan uses eighteen kinds of martial arts to strike together, the chance of winning is extremely slim.

However, Zhao Yufan didn't expect to defeat He Wei, he just wanted to avoid He Wei's knife.

The blood gradually gathered on the blade light, and as it collided with Zhao Yufan, it became invisible.

Among the piles of rocks, Zhao Yufan was half-kneeling on the ground in ragged clothes, with his hands resting on the ground, a deep red appeared on his chest, his pale face was like white paper, so white that there was almost no blood.

He Wei looked at Zhao Yufan and said happily, "This is not my strongest blow."

Hearing this, blood overflowed from the corner of Zhao Yufan's mouth again, not because he was angry, but because he was seriously injured.

Suddenly, he fixed his eyes on He Wei, and replied seriously: "You have no chance to make a knife."

As soon as the words fell, his men stood up suddenly, like cheetahs, and rushed towards He Wei.

The moment he rushed towards He Wei, he had an extra sword in his hand, a sword that shone coldly and was extremely sharp.

At this moment, everyone's pupils shrank, and Zhao Yufan finally drew his sword.

The strongest sword, the Nine Heavens Sword, combined with the Ghost Step, arrived in front of He Wei within a breath.

He Wei was not afraid at all, and even smiled, because his knife had been raised.

However, his smile suddenly froze on his face, the crimson color in his eyes gradually dissipated, and his whole body suddenly fell to the ground like a knife in his hand.

The ending only takes one second, and in that short second, a lot happens.

When He Wei drew his sword, Zhao Yufan's sword stabbed his right wrist.

Zhao Yufan's strength is not as strong as Wu Jun's, but his speed can be faster than Wu Jun's.

Everyone present knew that Zhao Yufan's sword was strong, his sword was strong, and his stick was strong, but few people knew that his speed was also very strong, so strong that ordinary warriors could be helpless.

He stabbed He Wei's wrist with the fastest Jiuxiao sword, and he had to stab the wrist. If he stabbed other parts, he would definitely die today.

Everyone has a fatal weakness, and He Wei's fatal weakness is the hand holding the knife. If Zhao Yufan's sword stabbed his chest, then with He Wei's character, he must have the opportunity to use the strongest knife, and this knife is enough to hit Kill Zhao Yufan, but stab the wrist, so he has no chance to use the knife.

Staring at the sluggish He Wei, Zhao Yufan said weakly, "What is fighting?"

He Wei looked at Zhao Yufan, a little puzzled, a little angry, is Zhao Yufan pointing him?
"The so-called fighting, 'fighting' is strength, and 'fighting' is resourcefulness."

"And you only used your own strength, but forgot to think."

Zhao Yufan talked eloquently, as if a strong man who had experienced vicissitudes of life was pointing out his disciples.

One word awakened the dreamer, and He Wei had an epiphany.

He looked at Zhao Yufan and asked sarcastically, "Don't you find it ridiculous that you are pointing out a dying person?"

Putting away the sword, Zhao Yufan's face was serious, and his body couldn't help but straighten up, "I won't kill you."

He Wei was taken aback, and laughed even more mockingly, "Don't they know it too?" As he spoke, he looked at the strong people present, and at the eyes full of hatred in the crowd. Those eyes were those of the people he killed. The eyes of loved ones.

Zhao Yufan wanted to say something, but He Wei had already stood up, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Thank you." Immediately, he stood tall among the rocks and said proudly, "I have no complaints or regrets. , I used to kill without regret, now I kill without complaint! If you want to kill me, just come.”

Zhao Yufan frowned and warned, "I don't know about the past, but the people who died now have no grievances against you!"

He Wei stared at Zhao Yufan, he looked at Zhao Yufan as if he was looking at his friend, "Then use your justice to obliterate the devil, I would rather die by your hands than by their hands."

The corner of Zhao Yufan's mouth twitched, and he seemed a little speechless. He felt that He Wei regarded him as a friend, and he also had an indescribable feeling towards He Wei, "I don't kill friends, but you have killed too many people, you must accept it." Judgment of the Empire."

"You are really a gentleman." He Wei said with a smile, and then the laughter became louder and louder, as if mocking the whole world.

In the crowd, the suppressed and angry people finally broke out. They held weapons and slowly approached He Wei.

"He Wei, I'm going to kill you!"

"I want to avenge my son!"

"Murderer, pay for your life."

Hundreds of people approached He Wei step by step, wishing to smash his body into thousands of pieces.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yufan took out his sword, stood in front of He Wei, looked at everyone seriously, and said, "You have no right to kill him, this matter should be handed over to the empire."

As he spoke, he looked directly at the deacon not far away, and ordered: "Arrest him and hand him over to the Empire's 'Department of Justice'."

The Justice Department is an institution that specializes in handling various cases across the empire, and it is also a very prestigious institution.In the hearts of the people, the Justice Department represents justice and light.

Just as the deacons were about to take action, Ji Zihao from the deacon's hall became furious and scolded, "Zhao Yufan, how dare you cover He Wei!"

He Wei glanced at Zhao Yufan and smiled gratifiedly. Meeting his confidant before he died was the only gift God gave him. "Go, you will die sooner or later. Is it necessary to save one day of death?"

Zhao Yufan shook his head firmly. Although he regarded He Wei as a friend, he would never shield He Wei, but since he was a friend, he hoped that He Wei's death would not be too miserable.

"Stop messing around, step back!" Zhao Yunbing angrily scolded, warning Zhao Yufan not to care about this matter.He Wei is a young man with great potential. He could not die, but he has the eyes of troubled times, so he must die, and he must die in front of everyone.

Zhao Yufan glanced over the strong people present and saw that they were all silent, so he guessed He Wei's ending, "Sorry!" He stepped back and stood side by side with He Wei.

Dense dark clouds gathered in the sky, just like the crowd slowly gathering around He Wei.Suddenly, a black cloud floated in the sky, and the black cloud floated above everyone's heads, and gradually fell downward.

(End of this chapter)