Part 6 Chapter 227 Life and Death, Brother and Brother!

After saying this, he closed his eyes and turned around. It seemed that he couldn't bear to see Dong Wushang being dismembered by knives.

Dong Wushang sneered, and slowly raised the sword from the ground, the blade was cold.

This battle is the last battle of my life!

He said slowly: "Hei Mo, won't you come and take my life with your own hands?"

The complex look in the young Hei Mo's eyes flashed, and he said gloomyly: "I dare not."

This sentence is eerie, but it is very real, and it is definitely not ironic.

He didn't dare, he really didn't dare! Because the current Dong Wushang could still unleash the final blow at any time! It was also his only blow!

This last blow, even if Dong Wushang died immediately after sending it out, the Black Demon will not be able to avoid the injury, it only depends on the severity of the injury!

Dong Wushang laughed loudly, slowly raised the big knife in front of his chest, raised his head to the sky and let out a long cry, and said: "Hei Mo, although Yin and Yang are about to be separated, but your words are the greatest respect for me, Dong Wushang!"

"You do not dare!"

"You do not dare!"

"Hahahaha... who dares?!"

Dong Wushang let out a roar, stared at his eyes, and took a sudden step, the divine light shot out from his eyes! Looking awe-inspiringly at the masters of the Black Demon in front of him!

After the young black devil put on the veil, his face was red!

In front of Dong Wushang, more than sixty high-ranking black devil assassins were intimidated by his aura, and they all felt a sudden shock in their hearts, as if their hearts suddenly stopped beating at this moment, and they took a step back in unison. There was an involuntary look of fear in his eyes.

When Dong Wushang was on the verge of death, his might alone overwhelmed more than 60 top assassins, no one dared to take a step forward!

"Who dares?!"

Dong Wushang roared again, and took another step forward! The blood-stained black hair flew up violently, hunting and dancing in the wind, like a demon god.

The Black Demon belonged, and even took another step back!

They really want to stand upright and fight forward; these people are the people who kill without counting, who will they be afraid of in their lives? But at this moment, he couldn't take a step forward.

I really wanted to move forward, but my feet were uncontrollably retreating.

Some people wanted to roar loudly to boost their morale, but found that they couldn't scream!

Dong Wushang's earth-shattering aura made them completely unable to resist at this moment!

"Who dares?! Who dares to fight me, Dong Wushang!" Dong Wushang let out a long roar, and with a bang, he took another step forward, and suddenly laughed loudly: "Hahahaha... have fun!"

The young Hei Mo looked at Dong Wushang's appearance like a god, and suddenly his heart was shaken, and his eyes were a little fascinated in an instant! !

This is the hero!

The hero of the world!

Dong Wushang at this moment gave the young Hei Mo a feeling: Even if the sky were to collapse at this moment, Dong Wushang could split it in half with one knife!

For a manly man, to be able to have Dong Wushang's spirit in his life is really worthwhile in this life!

It's a pity that such a hero should perish in his own hands and die young. This has to be said to be a pity.

"What a Dong Wushang! What a hero!" The young Hei Mo gave his all-out effort, and praised him like a thunderbolt.

This sentence cut off Dong Wushang's aura like a rainbow!

After all, Dong Wushang was at the end of his battle!

More than sixty black devil masters woke up from a dream at the same time, and each of them shot a look of extreme embarrassment! They roared in unison.

"Go!" The young black devil looked up to the sky and sighed.

More than sixty masters rushed forward at the same time.

Dong Wushang laughed loudly: "Good time!" Teng Dao rushed out with big strides; he was seriously injured and couldn't jump vertically, but he stepped forward step by step, and the bold posture of striding forward was like a step by step. Step over a mountain, step over a sea!

Step by step!

One step leads to death!

Seeing that the two sides were about to fight each other, Dong Wushang's eyes flashed with fierce violence, the light of the sword flashed, and the five hundred and eighty-jin ink knife was raised high...

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At this moment, a sudden sound of horseshoes sounded like thunder from a distance!

The sound of horseshoes, as urgent as a gust of wind, as dense as a shower!

Just by hearing this, one can imagine how anxious the man on the horse is now!

Everyone who was about to fight was shocked! From a distance, one person and one ride a whirlwind to come! Before the person arrived, he roared anxiously: "No injury! ~~~~"

This loud roar came from far away like a thunderbolt, and there was a loud response from all directions.

In the voice, anxiety, heartache, fear, worry, doting... All kinds of emotions seemed to be contained in this loud cry.

This loud cry is simply the total fusion of the seven emotions and six desires in life!

Dong Wushang suddenly raised his head, and looked at the person and rider in the distance in disbelief, his eyes suddenly shone with brilliance, and those gray eyes finally regained some vitality.

Ma Rulong soon arrived in front of him, and a figure jumped down from the horse's back. He just glanced at the fifty or sixty people in black ink, ignored them at all, and strode towards the field with great strides.

Act like no one else is there!

Dong Wulei!

Several black devil killers snorted coldly, and were about to strike.

The young Black Demon's eyes shone brightly, but he waved his hand and snorted.

Several black devil killers fell silent for a moment, and retreated again.

Dong Wushang watched his elder brother walking towards him, he was suddenly very excited, as if he was looking forward to something. Is this true?

Dong Wulei has no scruples, walks through the crowd of people who are defiant, strides forward, stands in front of Dong Wushang, sweeps his sharp eyes up and down his whole body, gulps a few mouthfuls of saliva, his eyes Shrinking, a look of worry and heartache passed through his eyes, but it was quickly put away, and changed into a calm voice that forcibly controlled: "Who did it!? Who hurt my brother?!"

With this sentence, Dong Wushang suddenly trembled, his nose felt sour, and his cold heart revived in an instant! In an instant, the tightly closed mouth was almost uncontrollably flattened.

I remember when I was young, I was messing around outside, fighting with others, and when I suffered a loss, my elder brother always arrived in time, and then looked at my injuries, and asked heartbroken: "Who did it? Who beat my brother? "

I have never heard this sentence since I was sixteen years old!

But today, I finally heard it again!

Dong Wushang suddenly realized that he became weak! Weakness, these two words had already faded out of Dong Wushang's life long ago, but at this moment, he suddenly wanted to cry out loud!

This is simply inconceivable for a hard-working man like Dong Wushang. But that's the truth, his nose is sour, and his tears tend to be uncontrollable.

Behind Dong Wushang, the nine remaining masters of the Dong family trembled, a little happy, a little worried, and a little puzzled.

Why... why did the young master come here at this time? Now there are enemies everywhere, and the Dong family has no combat power, so what should he do when he came alone?

Also... Strange, did the young master not know about the ambush of the Second Young Master? And against it? But... but the young mistress...

Confused, really confused.

"Hei Mo! I want to bandage my brother's wound! If you want to kill someone, kill him later!" Dong Wulei looked at Dong Wushang, with his back to Hei Mo, and said indifferently without turning his head: "This time , I’m the only one from the director’s family! You can rest assured, what’s the matter, I’ll talk about it after I’m done, okay?”

The young Hei Mo swallowed with some difficulty, his eyes were moist for some reason, but he took a deep breath, but still said in a gloomy voice: "When death is imminent, why bandage the wound? Even if it is made into rice dumplings, Aren't you going to become a corpse in a while?"

Dong Wulei had already tore off a piece of cloth from his underwear with a thud, and started to work on Dong Wushang as if no one else was there, while saying flatly: "I'm going to die soon, that's another matter. But before I die, I must Bandage the wound for him. This bastard doesn’t know how to take care of himself, he doesn’t even know how to stop the bleeding! Even if we go with him to meet the ancestors under the Nine Springs for a while, I, the elder brother, will be by the side. If the ancestor asks me, Why is your brother so miserable? Don't I have no face as an elder brother!"

"Even if I die in an instant, I have to deal with my brother's wound!" Dong Wulei said lightly: "How I treat my brother is my responsibility. This responsibility, life or death, cannot be given up. Although I am very jealous He also wants him to disappear."

Dong Wushang wanted to say something, but felt that his throat was completely choked up, and he couldn't say a word.

The young Hei Mo looked at them quietly for a while, then said in a hoarse voice: "Okay! If that's the case, I'll give you brothers a quarter of an hour."

Dong Wulei paused, and said in a low voice: "Hei Mo, you really deserve to be a hero among killers!"

For some reason, the young Hei Mo felt a little comforted in his heart after hearing these words.

With a wry smile in my heart, I said in my heart, just now your brother scolded me for not being a hero, and scolded me bloody, but now you are doing the opposite, saying that I am a hero. Although you didn't fully admit it, you only said that I was the hero among killers, obviously with reservations, but at least you are more polite than your brother.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help asking: "Dong Wulei, are you a hero?"

Dong Wu said without crying: "I'm not. Heroes die quickly. Just like Dong Wushang, a stupid pig! I'm not a hero. I can barely be regarded as... a very incompetent and far-fetched hero."

Dong Wulei is indeed not a hero, he is even jealous of his own younger brother and squeezed out; in the family, he is even fighting for power and profit, using all his scheming! How can this kind of behavior be regarded as a hero.

But he's not quite a hero either. Xiongxiong has never been so impulsive like he is now! When he saw the black demons surrounding the dying Dong Wushang, if he was a hero, he should have made a decisive decision at that time and retreated immediately. No matter how heartbroken and unwilling, but at that time, you must put your own life first!

But Dong Wulei rushed over without even thinking about it. Because when he saw his younger brother was covered in blood and crumbling as if he was about to die in the next moment, he... suddenly forgot everything!

Forget power, forget interests, forget status!

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These two chapters were published after midnight until six o'clock. After I got up, I revised them for two hours. I said that I was very satisfied with the writing, do you believe me?