My host is a playboy

Chapter 342
"Qianye, let's go!" Pohan pushed Qianye aside, and fought more closely with Ming Che.

Qianye didn't hesitate, and disappeared in an instant.

Ming Che wanted to go after him, but was blocked by Po Han forcefully.

"I didn't expect us to come to this step in the end." The sword in Po Han's hand pointed directly at Ming Che's throat.

"Since I decided to be loyal to the Second Pavilion Master, this battle between us has been destined." Ming Che's usually cold face also showed a little emotion.

"Why!" Pohan couldn't believe that the brothers who once fought side by side with him and came here from the mud, now they have become enemies with opposite positions and sharp knives.

"Is there any reason for this? It's just what my heart wants, and I can't resist it." Ming Che sighed, but the cold and stern face of the girl when he first saw the girl appeared in his heart.

Just like his once delicate and lovely sister, pretending to be...

However, because of this similarity, he repeatedly deceived himself and others, and finally, he reached this point...

"Since that's the case, then don't blame the sword for being ruthless." Pohan didn't say much other nonsense, and the sword in front of his throat stabbed forward fiercely.

Ming Che backed away, turning around to dodge.

Po Han held the sword and attacked violently, the two quickly fought together, and at the same time flashed the sword light from their wrists and flew towards the wind where the opponent was, only to hear the shattered cold light flashing in front of them.

Only the ping-pong sound of swords colliding was heard. The swords made of fine iron collided at an extremely fast speed, and slight sparks burst out.

I don't know from which direction the sound of piercing the air will come from next time.

A trace of helplessness flashed in Pohan's heart, this was the most incisive competition ever played.

But it might be the last time.

The two fought for an unknown amount of time, and were forced to separate by their sword intent.

The corners of Pohan's mouth were slightly bleeding, and Ming Che's heart and lungs were also slightly injured, but the blood flowed up into his mouth, and Ming Che swallowed it back.

"Admit defeat, I can plead with the Second Pavilion Master and save your life." Ming Che's expression was cold.

"If you want to fight, fight, where is there so much nonsense?" Po Han spat out a mouthful of blood, hearing Ming Che's words, his exquisite face was full of disdain.

A hint of admiration and melancholy flashed across Ming Che.

The two jumped up at the same time again, jumping between the dust bearers. After such a long battle, the sword energy of both of them has reached the limit of collapse.

The battle that was so fast that they could only be heard exhausted their prudent physical strength little by little as time went by.

With a sudden shock, he fell to his knees, with blood gushing from the corner of his lips, while Ming Che stood still, looking at him with melancholy and indifference.

After a long time, Ming Che turned and left. After all, his heart relented and he didn't make up the knife again.

Looking at the back of Ming Che leaving, Pohan exhausted the last of his strength, quickly came up behind him, and stabbed fiercely.

He does not need the pity of the betrayer, nor does he need the tenderness of the betrayer.

Ming Che will soften his heart, but he won't...

After all, it has already been fooled once.

Ming Che was unprepared, and just received a deep blow from the sword.

Originally, his blood was a little unstable, but with this sword strike, a mouthful of blood suddenly spewed out from Ming Che's mouth.

Falling on the ground, there are coquettish manjusawa plants.

Ming Che held the sword and swung it viciously as if behind his back.

The sound of flesh being cut, blood splashed on the leaves and the ground.

Hearing the muffled sound of falling to the ground behind him, the last string in Ming Che's heart couldn't be stretched anymore.

It broke apart with a bang.

He fell to his knees, the sword in his hand as his last support.

At the end of the collapse of consciousness, he saw the voice that appeared countless times in his sleep.

"Brother, let's go home..."

The eyes are closed, but the corner of the mouth is a gentle smile that hasn't appeared in more than ten years.

Looking at the sound of Ming Che kneeling on the ground, Po Han feels a little sore in his heart.

Ming Che, after all we have come to this point.

Pavilion Master, Pohan can no longer be by your side...

　Some of the sentences in it come from the Internet. I am really incapable of describing the scene of the fight, please forgive me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)