number one leader

Chapter 11
After leaving the Zuiheyuan, under the guidance of Qing Pi, he immediately saw Wu Zhen and the others. The handsome man before this did not look very good at the moment.

On his shoulder, there was a sword wound that ran through the entire shoulder, and half of the arm that was wet with blood was covered in blood.

Around, there were more than three or two rogues who fell to the ground, all of them were beheaded by a sword, and they had already lost their breath.

This is the gap between martial arts practitioners and green-skinned gangsters, who can't even block a sword, and have no resistance at all.

Seeing Chu Sheng coming in a hurry, Wu Zhen lowered his head with a pale face, and said in a regretful tone: "Our brother didn't stop him, that guy ran towards Xiwei Alley."

Chu Sheng nodded, glanced at the wound on his shoulder, but took out a bottle of golden sore medicine from his arms and threw it into the man's arms. He said calmly, "Take it and apply it on the wound. Besides."

He glanced at the dead three or two rogues, and couldn't help sighing: "They died for me, and I will take care of their parents."

Wu Zhen's eyes were red, and the big man Nuo immediately knelt down on one knee. He had seen too many martial arts people who were green-skinned gangsters and cannon fodder. Sometimes even if they worked hard for them, they would not get any good results.This concern naturally moved him deeply, and he broke down in tears and said: "Thank you, Master Chu, for your compassion. Brothers are fighting for a future, life and death are fate, wealth and honor are in the sky!"

"It's a life and death, and wealth is in the sky." Chu Sheng stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "If you want a chance, then why not let me give you a chance?"

Having reached this point, Wu Zhen immediately understood, and immediately knelt down and kowtowed, calling him the master.

Calling this the head of the school means that his identity is not a rascal, but a disciple of a sect. If he has learned martial arts, he can look forward to it in this prosperous world of martial arts.

Chu Sheng helped him up and asked, "Where did Niu Rong go?"

"He followed Brother Chu to chase the thief!" Wu Zhen said with red eyes, "It's because the disciple is incompetent."

"Can someone lead the way?" Chu Sheng asked calmly with his hands behind his back.

"I come!"

From the corner, a small man rushed out, Chu Sheng looked amused, this boy was the little guy who once drove the carriage for himself and Chu Zhihong.

Chen Pi is a clever guy, and he led Chu Sheng to the streets at night, saying, "That man is walking on Xiwei Lane Avenue, we can take a short cut and stop him ahead."

In the alleys and narrow streets, Chu Sheng let go of his pace and rushed, but Chen Pi couldn't keep up and had to point out behind him.After walking for a few minutes, Chu Sheng turned around and turned from the alley to the main road. Not far away, Bian Zhide rushed forward with a sword in panic. Seeing Chu Sheng suddenly appearing in front of him like a ghost, he was shocked Turning pale, he hastily pressed his footsteps, and looked at him fixedly.

Not far behind him, Chu Zhihong was already coming.

With pursuers ahead and strong enemies behind, Bian Zhide knew that life and death were at this moment.

Choosing between Chu Zhihong and Chu Sheng, he naturally chose Chu Sheng as his opponent. After all, his sect knew his own family affairs, and he was also clear about this junior who had the position of head but no corresponding strength, but his own level of strength was different. It is higher than Chu Sheng!
As long as you win, you may escape!
"Junior brother, I didn't expect you to escape from the cold poison and have the courage to kill me!"

Bian Zhide's expression suddenly became ferocious, and he roared angrily, "But whether I can take my life is another matter!"

Between the roars, his figure leaped spiritually, and the distance between the two suddenly narrowed. The long sword that was still dripping with blood in his hand drew an arc, with a sharp sound of breaking the wind, towards the oncoming Chu Sheng cut his head away.

"Master!" Chu Zhihong exclaimed a little later.

At that moment, Chu Sheng held the sword in his left hand, and suddenly drew the sword with his right hand. The sword body was halfway out, but he blocked the cut with the sword body.

However, the difference in strength brought about by strength cannot be ignored. Chu Sheng could obviously feel his entire right hand shake, and then he felt a tingling sensation.

But Bian Zhide's sword was blocked, so he went down with the momentum, and forced the sword body into the sheath with a "cassock falling", and then raised Chu Sheng's right hand straight up.

"Good junior brother, let's go!" Bian Zhide was grinning grimly, but he felt a sudden movement of the long sword suppressed by the sword body, and his face suddenly changed drastically.

Chu Sheng struck the hilt of the sword with his left hand, then let go of his right hand, using the force of Bian Zhide's sword body to flip up the long sword with its scabbard.At the same time, his figure suddenly moved, passing through a slight angle, and his right hand stretched out like the hand of a god.He was firmly holding the long sword when the hilt was tilted down, and quickly drew the sword out. The long sword swept across Bian Zhide's abdomen from bottom to top, and stopped at the tiger's mouth of Chu Sheng's right hand.Then without hesitation, he suddenly stabbed backward with force, and the long sword penetrated Bian Zhide's abdomen, and blood surged out from the wound.

The body fell to the ground unwillingly on his back, his eyes suddenly widened, his expression was still unbelievable, but he froze at that moment.

"Idiot." A sneer appeared on the corner of Chu Sheng's mouth, he stepped on the guy's chest unceremoniously, and pulled out the long sword.

When the wound was touched, blood spurted out even more, and Bian Zhide also gushed out blood, and in his throat he wanted to say something, but in the end he died without regret.

Chu Zhihong came over with a shocked look on his face, touched his chin and walked around Chu Sheng and Bian Zhide on the ground, and asked in disbelief: "How come you are so powerful?"

This guy was so shocked that he even forgot his honorific title outside.

Chu Sheng curled his lips helplessly, squatted down, and wiped the long sword with Bian Zhide's clothes before sheathing it.

"Master, what exactly is your move?" Chu Zhihong couldn't hold back his curiosity at all.

Gazing at this guy, Chu Sheng said with contempt: "You can't even forget my father's nickname?"

Chu Zhihong rubbed his chin, thought for a while before saying: "Stomach cut?"

Chu Sheng didn't bother to talk to this guy, so he just said to Niu Rong who hurriedly led a group of rogues out of breath, "Cut off his head and put it in the Dragon Claw Gate Martial Arts Hall. Of course, if you have a way, take his headless corpse It would be best to hang it on the eaves of the Dragon Claw Gate Martial Arts Hall."

Niu Rong shuddered, and the hot and hot mood that had been running had cooled down. He looked at Chu Sheng in fear, and had no choice but to nod in response.

After explaining, Chu Sheng turned around and left, leaving Chu Zhihong thinking for a while, then clapped his hands again, hurriedly followed in three steps and two steps, and hurriedly shouted: "It's the Turning Sword, Turning Back Sword, Chu's old palm!" Door!"

Chu Feng's fame in Sanshan and Thirteen Sects naturally has some good means.

It's a pity that he is good at close combat with swords. Facing the two sons of Xuan Ming, they used their treacherous steps to move behind them without even getting close.

It's a pity that it's ridiculous, practicing swords for decades is not as good as two young boys with one palm and one punch.

But there is no way, the world is so cruel.

Behind him, Chu Zhihong was still clamoring to learn, but he had never been taught this sword technique.

This is natural, although Chu Feng is devoted to martial arts, he is still considered to have a normal IQ, and the unexpected back-turning swordsmanship of the Seven Styles has only been passed down to his son.Moreover, Chu Sheng practiced it since he was a child, so he was able to become so proficient, and he was not allowed to use it in normal times. This is a life-saving sword move.

Seeing Chu Zhihong eagerly following up, Chu Sheng was amused, but said: "My father told me that this seven-style sword should not be spread to the outside world."

Chu Zhihong: "."

In addition to understanding, there is also a bit of inexplicable loss.

But Chu Sheng smiled and said indifferently: "But the old guy is dead, so what happens now is naturally up to me."

Chu Zhihong's eyes suddenly lit up again, and Chu Sheng took out the porcelain bowl and asked, "Are you satisfied with this bowl?"

Chu Zhihong saw where the bowl was obtained at a glance, so he could only say that he was satisfied with a bitter face, and then took it "happily".

Tsk tsk, there is an extra licking dog beside him, Chu Sheng said that he is very happy in his heart.

(End of this chapter)