PFC Chapter 408 Lao Qing, you are playing with fire!
Chapter 408 Lao Qing, you are playing with fire!
Fu Rong bit her lower lip so hard that her teeth almost embedded in the flesh. Blood oozed out, but she was completely unaware.
"continue?"
Su Chen's voice was as cold as ice, but every word he said was like a heavy hammer, hitting Fu Rong's heart hard.
The Qi sword in her hand was still trembling slightly.
The cold air condensed on the sword seemed to sense its master's hesitation and became disordered.
Fu Rong's chest was heaving violently and her breathing was rapid, as if she had just been pulled out of the water.
It's not that she doesn't want to continue, but she can't.
Su Chen's two seemingly random fingers were like two ancient sacred mountains.
It suppressed her Qi Sword tightly, and no matter how she urged it, it could not be shaken at all.
This feeling is like an ant trying to shake a tree, ridiculous and pathetic.
A trace of despair flashed across Fu Rong's eyes.
She understood that the gap between herself and Su Chen could no longer be made up by skills and moves.
That is a crushing victory of absolute strength!
"I……"
Fu Rong opened her mouth, her throat was dry and her voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.
She wanted to admit defeat, but the word "admit defeat"
But it was like two huge rocks blocking her throat and she couldn't say anything.
As a disciple of a famous sword master, she has her own pride.
What's more, she was standing here for Biyou Village and Ma Xianhong.
"Don't admit defeat?"
Su Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, and a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.
He could feel the struggle and unwillingness in Fu Rong's heart.
Although this woman made some mistakes, she still retained a trace of the pride of a swordsman in her bones.
"I……"
Fu Rong took a deep breath, suppressed the fear in her heart, raised her head and looked at Su Chen.
The last bit of stubbornness burned in her eyes.
"I...will never admit defeat!"
Fu Rong's voice, although still trembling, was full of determination.
Even if she knew she would die, she would fight to the last moment!
"Oh?"
The corner of Su Chen's mouth curled up slightly.
This woman surprised him a little.
"In that case..."
Su Chen's voice suddenly turned cold.
"Then, go to hell!"
Before he finished speaking, Su Chen clamped the Qi sword's fingers and exerted force suddenly.
"Crack!"
With a crisp sound, the Qi sword in Fu Rong's hand broke!
The broken sword flashed a cold light in the air and fell to the ground with a crisp impact sound.
"puff!"
The Qi sword was destroyed, Fu Rong was mentally traumatized, and she spit out a mouthful of blood.
Her face turned pale as paper in an instant, and her body was shaky, as if she would fall down at any time.
However, Su Chen had no intention of showing any sympathy to the woman.
He turned his palm over, and his fingers were like swords, piercing Fu Rong's eyebrows!
Su Chen did not hold back in this attack.
He wants to kill him with one blow!
Fu Rong's pupils suddenly dilated.
She could feel the breath of death approaching her rapidly.
At that moment, countless images flashed through Fu Rong's mind.
She thought of her master, the days of hard training with the famous sword master, and those who had helped her...
Finally, the picture froze on Ma Xianhong.
"Master... I'm sorry...
Village Chief, I’m sorry…”
Fu Rong's heart was filled with guilt and unwillingness.
She closed her eyes and waited for death to come.
"No...impossible..."
Fu Rong's voice seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of her throat, with shock and fear that could not be concealed.
She stared with her eyes wide open, staring at the sword that was formed from her pure Qi.
Between Su Chen's fingers, it broke into pieces like a fragile dead branch.
"Crack!"
The crisp sound of breaking echoed in the silent battlefield, like the whisper of death, knocking at Fu Rong's heart.
She tried desperately to mobilize the Qi in her body, trying to draw back the Qi sword.
But the broken sword body seemed to be firmly fixed by an invisible iron clamp, not moving at all.
Su Chen just stood there nonchalantly, holding the broken Qi sword between two fingers, with no expression on his face.
But it was this calm appearance that made Fu Rong feel unprecedented pressure.
A huge force came along the broken Qi sword, causing Fu Rong's palm to go numb and her body to involuntarily retreat several steps.
"Dengdengdeng..."
Fu Rong staggered and almost fell to the ground.
She steadied herself and looked up at Su Chen, her eyes filled with horror and despair.
Su Chen casually threw away the broken Qi sword, making a crisp "clang" sound.
He looked at Fu Rong with indifferent eyes and a low voice:
"The sword is a good one, but unfortunately, the man who uses it is too weak."
This voice, like a sharp knife, pierced Fu Rong's heart.
Fu Rong's inner monologue:
How is it possible... My Qi Sword is so vulnerable...
What kind of monster is he?
I have practiced swordsmanship for many years, but in front of him, it is so ridiculous...
Am I really that weak?
No, I am not reconciled!
But...what can I do?
Despair surged into Fu Rong's heart like a tide, almost drowning her.
She knew that the gap in strength between herself and Su Chen was like an insurmountable chasm.
Su Chen approached step by step, and every step seemed to step on Fu Rong's heartbeat, making her feel suffocated.
His eyes were as cold as ice, without a trace of emotion.
His voice was low and full of oppression:
"Now, tell me, where is the self-cultivation furnace?"
Fu Rong's body began to tremble slightly.
She bit her lips so hard that they were broken and blood oozed out, staining her teeth red.
She knew she had to make a choice.
Say or don't say?
It's a tough choice.
"I……"
Fu Rong opened her mouth and her voice was hoarse.
Just then, a familiar figure appeared.
Su Chen's eyes focused, this person was Zhuge Qing!
"Lao Qing, you are really here!"
Su Chen looked at Zhuge Qing who suddenly appeared, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
Zhuge Qing appeared and stood in front of Fu Rong, with a hint of helplessness on his face, and said softly:
"Su Chen, don't embarrass her."
Fu Rong looked at Zhuge Qing standing in front of her with complicated eyes.
His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end no sound came out.
Su Chen looked at Zhuge Qing and frowned slightly:
"Old Qing, do you know what you are doing? She is one of the twelve best talents in Biyou Village."
"I know."
Zhuge Qing nodded, his tone calm.
"But she's also my friend."
"Friend?" Su Chen sneered.
"Did you know that she wanted to kill me just now?"
Zhuge Qing was silent for a moment, then slowly said:
"I believe she didn't mean it, she just... acted on impulse."
"Impulse?"
Su Chen's eyes became sharp.
"Lao Qing, when did you become so naive?"
"Su Chen, I know you don't like the people in Biyou Village, but Fu Rong..." Zhuge Qing tried to explain.
"Enough!" Su Chen interrupted Zhuge Qing.
"Lao Qing, I don't want to hear your explanation. I just want to ask you one question: will you move aside?"