The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 11 Chen Xuanfeng's Death

Chen Xuanfeng is much more powerful than Mei Chaofeng. He has been fighting with the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan for such a long time and is still so vigorous.

Su Ming stood far away to prevent Chen Xuanfeng from breaking through the encirclement and attacking him.

"Die, die to me!"

Chen Xuanfeng's bronze face had turned red, and his attacks became more and more crazy. He had no defensive posture at all and was attacking the enemies around him with all his strength. Ke Zhen'e, Han Baoju, and Nan Xiren were under great pressure. They had not been injured before, but now, under Chen Xuanfeng's usual counterattack, all of them were injured.

Thinking of the original novel, where Chen Xuanfeng was stabbed to death by Guo Jing, Su Ming continued to add fuel to the fire, "I see that your Qi is scattered, but your Qi is condensed and not dispersed, and it is located in your lower abdomen. Could it be that your weakness is in your lower abdomen?"

"Damn it, shut up!"

Chen Xuanfeng's eyelids jumped, and he wished he could tear Su Ming to pieces immediately. The more he wanted to rush over, the tighter he was surrounded by several people. He fought against them while roaring angrily.

"Oh!"

Suddenly, Ke Zhen'e hit him on the back with a stick. Immediately, he could no longer bear it and spurted out a mouthful of blood, which was directed at Nan Xiren. In order to avoid his vision being blurred by the blood, Nan Xiren had to step back three steps and take a defensive position.

However, with these three steps, Chen Xuanfeng suddenly leaped out of the encirclement. Han Baoju was unable to react in time, and failed to lock his lower body.

Just when Chen Xuanfeng thought he had escaped from the battle circle, Han Xiaoying and Zhang Asheng, who had been waiting for a long time, attacked him together, one with a long sword and the other with a butcher knife, both of which were sharp weapons.

Most warriors should have dodged, but Chen Xuanfeng was already a little crazy. Under Han Xiaoying's horrified eyes, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the sword. The blade rubbed between his palms and cut his skin.

At this time, Zhang Asheng's knife also came. His broad body blocked Chen Xuanfeng's sight, and the butcher knife stabbed out at a strange angle. At the same time, he actually stretched out his palm and hit Chen Xuanfeng hard.

"Crack!"

There was a sound of broken bones in Zhang Asheng's arm, which drooped on his shoulder. The butcher knife also left a deep wound on Chen Xuanfeng's body.

Su Ming took a few steps back and pointed out Chen Xuanfeng's weak spot. "Master Ke, attack his belly button, that's his weak spot!"

The obstruction of Zhang Asheng and Han Xiaoying gave Nan Xiren a chance to catch his breath. He immediately stepped forward to fill the empty space. Han Baoju swung his whip and knocked Chen Xuanfeng off balance. Ke Zhen'e rushed forward and stood in front of Chen Xuanfeng again.

"it is good!"

The situation was critical. Ke Zhen'e didn't even think about how Su Ming knew Chen Xuanfeng's weakness. He poked Chen Xuanfeng with the iron rod in his hand.

Suddenly, Chen Xuanfeng's hair stood on end, a sense of crisis loomed in his heart, and he felt a dull pain in his belly button. It was too late to block it, so he misstepped and avoided the cane, which stabbed his stomach hard.

Just as the two sides were fighting for their lives, there was a thunderbolt in the sky. Dark clouds covered the moon, and it was pitch dark on the barren mountain. Then raindrops as big as soybeans fell heavily.

Su Ming narrowed his eyes. This rain came out of nowhere.

While no one else was looking, Chen Xuanfeng turned around, and with two crackling sounds, he grabbed Nan Xiren's steel shoulder pole with his injured hand and exerted force hard, breaking Nan Xiren's right arm.

At this time, dark clouds covered the area and heavy rain poured down. Everyone held their breath and concentrated their energy, and no one dared to move first.

Ke Zhenwu had very sharp ears. Even through the sound of rain he could still make out that the man eight or nine steps to the left was breathing heavily. He knew that he was not his brother. He immediately raised both hands and threw six poisonous spikes at him.

Chen Xuanfeng was breathing heavily, and felt a strong wind blowing on his face. The hidden weapon was right in front of him. He jumped up quickly, and at this critical moment, he managed to avoid all six poisonous spikes. However, Ke Zhen'e also exposed his direction. Without saying a word, he stomped his feet hard on the ground and rushed towards Ke Zhen'e.

The light was covered by dark clouds, and the surrounding scene could not be seen. This was a disadvantage for other people, but Ke Zhenwu was blind, so it had no effect on him at all. Hearing the sound of the wind coming at him, Ke Zhenwu dodged to the side and swung his iron rod at the same time.

Chen Xuanfeng could no longer see, and only 10% of his Kung Fu remained. He could barely perceive the enemy's situation by relying on his intuition and five senses.

The two men immediately fought to a standstill. Chen Xuanfeng fought for more than ten moves. In the darkness, it seemed that there were enemies coming from all directions to attack him. He had no confidence at all whether his punches and kicks could hit the enemies. In an instant, it was like being in a nightmare.

Similarly, Su Ming could not see the situation around him and could only sense the aura of other people through his skills.

So he easily identified the direction of Chen Xuanfeng, but he did not rush forward because he could not see that Chen Xuanfeng was already a trapped beast fighting desperately at this time, and it was not worth him putting himself in danger.

If he still had any sense left, he should have escaped when the enemy was not seeing.

However, his wife Mei Chaofeng died at the hands of Su Ming, and he still wanted to take revenge and take back Mei Chaofeng's body.

The raindrops fell fast and heavily, hitting people's bodies painfully. Everyone's clothes were soaked. However, no one relaxed and everyone remained on high alert to prevent any sudden accidents.

Knowing that the opportunity was hard to come by, Chen Xuanfeng gathered all his energy and used the Heart-Destroying Palm one after another. Each palm was powerful enough to shatter the rain curtain. Ke Zhen'e had sharp ears and dodged easily. The iron rod continued to attack Chen Xuanfeng's belly button.

For a while, the two of them were fighting hard.

I don’t know how long it had passed, but lightning flashed through the dark clouds in the sky, illuminating the entire mountain.

Chen Xuanfeng had taken advantage of this moment of light and stepped forward. With every step he took, water splashed and his Heart-Destroying Palm hit Ke Zhenwu's shoulder.

Unexpectedly, Ke Zhen'e did not dodge. Instead, he lowered his body and thrust out the iron rod in his hand.

Heavy rain hit Chen Xuanfeng, but his body and mind felt extremely cold. Intense pain spread from his belly button to his whole body. He froze in place, unable to move.

The Heart-Destroying Palm, which originally contained deadly power, fell on Ke Zhenwu but was soft and without any strength. He was hit in a fatal point and his power was dissipated.

"call!"

Cold sweat mixed with raindrops from Ke Zhen'e's head. An inch longer makes an inch stronger, and relying on his weapon, he luckily won this move.

As he pulled out the iron rod, blood splattered on Chen Xuanfeng's body and he fell on the grass.

The pain stimulated his nerves. In a trance, he seemed to see Mei Chaofeng. He struggled on the grass and stretched out his scarred hands, "Thief woman, I'm here to find you."

After he finished speaking, his head drooped down, his eyes stared into the distance, and he fell silent.

When everyone heard the fighting stop, they were extremely worried. Han Xiaoying asked, "Brother, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, the bronze corpse is dead." As he said this, Ke Zhen'e inserted the iron rod into the grass, raised his head to the sky, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. He had only one thought in his mind, that he had finally avenged his eldest brother!
Suddenly, a hint of excitement flashed across Su Ming's face. The Nine Yin Scriptures was finally about to be obtained.

The night grew darker, the wind grew stronger, the rain heavier, and everyone groped in the darkness, gathered together, and waited for dawn.

(End of this chapter)