Three Kingdoms: I, the eldest son of Cao, a loving father of a great man!

Chapter 744 Inexplicable uneasiness

"Open it!" Zhao Ren ordered the guard.

"Yes, Master!"

The guard responded respectfully, stretched out his hand and pulled hard, and the iron door slowly opened with a rumble.

Cao Ang and Zhao Ren walked in at the same time.

What caught their eyes was an abandoned mansion.

The mansion was already dilapidated, with all kinds of debris scattered everywhere, making it look particularly desolate.

In the courtyard, several corpses were lying.

There were men and women, old and young, all turned into shriveled bones.

"vomit."

Cao Ang felt his stomach churning and couldn't help but vomit.

Cao Ang's heart sank, and he suppressed his nausea and whispered: "Master Zhao, if you want to kill me to vent your anger, you can do it openly, so why bother beating around the bush?"

"You're right, I do want to kill you." Zhao Ren said coldly.

He was ready to take action against Cao Ang himself, but the latter was obviously aware of the danger and was unwilling to sit still and wait for death.

Therefore, Zhao Ren decided to change his strategy.

He smiled coldly: "I originally wanted someone to take you to the suburbs and kill you in public to avenge my father, but I didn't expect that you would come to my door so quickly."

"In that case, you can't blame anyone else."

After saying that, Zhao Ren suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist.

brush!
The long knife was swung, and a sharp blade struck Cao Ang's chest.

Cao Ang's expression changed drastically and he quickly ducked to the side, but as soon as he dodged, Zhao Ren immediately changed his moves.

Swish!
The long knife swept across and hit his neck.

"clang."

Cao Ang crossed his arms to resist, but was still knocked back several steps.

"Hehe, boy, it seems that you really have some abilities." Zhao Ren sneered: "However, no matter how powerful your abilities are, they are useless in the face of the absolute gap in strength!"

As he spoke, he raised his knife again, ready to continue attacking.

"Wait!"

Seeing this, Cao Ang quickly stopped: "Didn't you say that I killed your father? I admit that I killed your father, but he brought it upon himself!"

"Haha, just admit it." Zhao Ren said with satisfaction: "Now, I will seek justice for my father."

After saying that, he clenched the long knife and slashed at Cao Ang again.

Cao Ang's face became extremely solemn and he tried his best to avoid Zhao Ren's attack.

"clang."

The blades collided, sparks flying.

The two fought for five or six rounds, but they still couldn't decide the winner.

"No!" Cao Ang said with sweat on his forehead, "If we delay it any longer, more people will definitely be attracted."

At this time, Zhao Ren slashed with his sword again, forcing Cao Ang to retreat quickly.

Seeing this, Zhao Ren seized the opportunity and stabbed Cao Ang in the chest.

Cao Ang hurriedly dodged, but his feet got caught. He groaned and fell to the ground.

He looked at the wound on his right hand. His entire face was as pale as paper, and large beads of sweat fell from his forehead.

Seeing this, Zhao Ren laughed and walked forward with a long knife in hand.

"Hmph, do you think you'll win like this?" Cao Ang said through gritted teeth.

"Ok?"

Zhao Ren raised his eyebrows: "Why, do you still have a backup plan?"

Cao Ang stood up with difficulty and said word by word: "Haha, let me show you my true strength next!"

Zhao Ren's eyes twitched fiercely, and he felt an ominous feeling in his heart, and shouted: "Kill him!"

"Yes!"

Zhao Ren's cronies drew their weapons and rushed forward.

Cao Ang smiled coldly, suddenly jumped up and struck out with a palm.

boom!
With three muffled sounds, the three cronies in front of him were immediately knocked out.

"How is that possible?" Zhao Ren's face changed slightly.

He didn't expect that Cao Ang had such superb fighting skills.

Cao Ang snorted coldly, took advantage of the situation and pounced on Zhao Ren, fighting with him. The two fought for hundreds of rounds, but there was still no winner.

"Zhao Ren, I have to kill you today!" Cao Ang suddenly roared, his eyes red, as if he was crazy, and he desperately attacked Zhao Ren.

"Damn it, what happened to this guy?" Zhao Ren was secretly frightened, but he didn't dare to neglect and hurriedly faced the enemy.

"Clang clang clang."

The weapons collided, emitting a crisp and sweet sound of metal collision, as dense as pear blossoms in a rainstorm.

Cao Ang became more and more courageous as he fought, and his every move was deadly, while Zhao Ren was retreating steadily.

After several fights, his clothes had been cut in several pieces, exposing his strong muscles, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Damn it, where did this guy get such terrifying fighting power?"

Zhao Ren's heart was filled with horror.

According to common sense, although Cao Ang has martial arts skills, he is only twenty years old after all.

But he is a genuine Yellow Turban thief. He has practiced martial arts since he was a child and has experienced countless fights.

The two are not on the same level at all. Zhao Ren originally thought that he could easily deal with Cao Ang.

But he didn't expect that he would end up in a hard battle. This guy was simply too evil.

"Zhao Ren, take your life!"

Cao Ang suddenly shouted loudly, flipped his wrist, and the sword flashed.

Each knife was extremely fast and violent, with the sound of roaring wind, and stabbed towards Zhao Ren's vital part.

Zhao Ren quickly retreated to avoid Cao Ang's attack.

When Cao Ang saw this, he laughed ferociously, flicked his wrist, and took out the long knife.

call out!
The cold light shone, and the long knife carried a murderous aura and struck Zhao Ren's chest.

"Damn it."

Zhao Ren's expression changed drastically and he quickly retreated, barely avoiding the long knife thrown by Cao Ang.

"die!"

At the same moment, Cao Ang stepped forward and kicked Zhao Ren in the abdomen.

Deng Deng stared.

Zhao Ren took three steps back.

He looked up at Cao Ang, with a ferocious expression on his face, and gritted his teeth and said, "You bastard, I'll fight you."

After saying that, he raised his long knife and slashed at Cao Ang.

"roll!"

Cao Ang roared and thrust out both palms, hitting Zhao Ren's head.

Bang!
The two palms collided, and Zhao Ren was pushed back continuously, while Cao Ang remained motionless.

"This." Zhao Ren was stunned.

He never expected that when he and Cao Ang faced each other head-on, he would be the one who suffered.

"How is this possible?" He muttered to himself, his expression dull.

However, Cao Ang chose to take advantage of the victory and pursue him, taking advantage of his illness to kill him. He approached Zhao Ren again and used both palms to attack Zhao Ren.

Bang bang bang!
Bursts of dull sounds of fists and kicks were heard, accompanied by Zhao Ren's screams.

After a while, his nose was bruised, his face was swollen, and his body was covered in bruises.

"Ah! I'll fight you!"

Zhao Ren suddenly roared, his eyes turned red, and as if he lost control, he swung his knife towards Cao Ang's throat.

Cao Ang's expression changed slightly and he had no choice but to retreat.

"Go to hell!"

Zhao Ren seized the opportunity and slashed at Cao Ang's neck.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Cao Ang quickly dodged sideways and narrowly avoided the fatal blow.

But Zhao Ren pursued him relentlessly and struck Cao Ang in the chest with his sword again.

"court death."

Cao Ang was furious, reached out and grabbed the long knife from Zhao Ren's hand, and slashed it.

puff!

Zhao Ren was caught off guard and his left hand was cut off immediately.

He clutched his wound and stumbled to the ground in unbearable pain.

"You, you crippled my arm, I will cripple yours too!" Zhao Ren roared.

When Cao Ang heard this, his expression was cold, and he raised his sword and cut it down again.

(End of this chapter)