Rebirth: The Two-Faced Cook Meets the Cold-Faced King Qin

Chapter 41

Gu Peng's fists were as strong as iron, while Ying Qianji's body movements were agile, and his sword was shining coldly. Gu Peng swung his fist suddenly, and the air whistled, but Ying Qianji dodged like a ghost, and at the same time, the sword flashed, trying to counterattack. The two figures quickly intertwined, and the fist shadows and sword lights intertwined into a thrilling picture.

Gu Peng attacked like a tide, and each punch tore the air, while Ying Qianji responded with agility and clever counterattacks. Gu Peng suddenly changed his tactics and punched Ying Qianji in the lower abdomen, but the opponent stabbed him in the throat with a long sword.

The two men were in a stalemate, their muscles tensed and sweat splashed in the contest of strength. "Fight!" Ying Qianji shouted, the air twisted, and a cold puppet instantly appeared. Gu Peng's eyes were like torches, and he did not flinch. He rushed towards the puppet like a cheetah and kicked it hard in the chest, but was counterattacked by the puppet's iron fist, and the whole person was knocked away.

The puppets attacked like a tide, but Gu Peng dodged flexibly like a fish swimming in the water. At the same time, he hit his waist with a heavy punch, and then clamped his legs around his neck and threw him to the ground. "Bang!" With a loud bang, the puppets collapsed and scattered. Gu Peng also fell to the ground exhausted. Ying Qianji was attacked by the puppets, and his body trembled violently, as if he was hit hard by an invisible force. A mouthful of bright red blood spurted out of his mouth, sad and tragic. His hands twisted in pain, and every joint seemed to be pierced by an invisible steel needle. Ying Qianji's body began to twitch violently. Every inch of his skin, every muscle, seemed to be burned by an invisible flame. His eyes were filled with endless fear and pain, as if he was experiencing the cruelest torture in the world. Finally, after a heart-wrenching scream, Ying Qianji's body was completely stiff. He was like a dried corpse that had been drained of life, and fell powerlessly on the cold ground. But his eyes were still wide open, as if he wanted to see through the endless darkness and find the last ray of light.

At this moment, Su Ning ran over, but was so shocked by the horrific scene that she could not speak. She stood there in a daze for a long time before she came to her senses. "Gu Peng!" Su Ning's voice was trembling with a trace of worry and panic that she herself did not even notice. Gu Peng raised his head slightly, and his handsome face was now as pale as white paper. Sweat was like pearls sliding down his cheeks. He tried to raise the corners of his mouth, trying to give Su Ning a comforting smile, but that smile was pale and weak.

"Ning'er, don't worry." Gu Peng's voice was weak and hoarse, "It's just some superficial injuries." "Flesh injuries?" Su Ning frowned. "Why did you bleed so much? Let me see your wound!" As she said that, she squatted down and stretched out her slender jade-like fingers, trying to lift Gu Peng's sleeve to check the injury. Gu Peng gently avoided her hand and shook his head, "Ning'er, it's really okay. I can handle this minor injury myself." "Minor injury?" Su Ning stared at him with dissatisfaction, "Mr. Gu, do you think I'm blind? Or do you think I'm just a weak and incompetent woman?" Her voice rose a few degrees. "Okay, since Ning'er wants to see it, then let's see it." He slowly raised his arm, and the moment the sleeve slipped off, Su Ning's eyes suddenly turned red. The deep wound was like a hideous centipede lying on Gu Peng's arm, which was particularly dazzling and terrifying. Su Ning's heart ached fiercely, and her fingers gently touched the edge of the wound, as if she was touching a fragile treasure. "How could you be injured so badly?" Her voice was choked and trembling. Su Ning silently treated his wound, her movements were gentle and careful as if she was treating a rare treasure! "It's done."

"I'm afraid this bandage will be in vain," the Dark Council "Feng Jueying" walked out from the dark, looking at the wound that Su Ning was bandaging for Gu Peng with sarcasm, "Do you think you can get out alive like this?" He sneered. Su Ning raised her head and looked at him sharply, "At least I am doing what I can, unlike you, who only laughs at other people's efforts." Her voice was firm and powerful, leaving "Feng Jueying" speechless for a moment. At the same time: "I'll do it, you must be Feng Jueying, I'm Gu Yuan! Fight with me if you want!" Gu Yuan walked out from behind Su Ning and Gu Peng, he turned around and asked: "Second brother, the next thing is up to............!"

Before Gu Yuan could finish his words, Feng Wuying took the lead in launching an attack. His figure was as fast as smoke and his movements were extremely swift. However, Gu Yuan remained unmoved and just gently blew the flute in his hand. The sound of the flute was melodious, but it contained an invisible force, as if it could penetrate the human soul. Feng Wuying only felt dizzy, and the rhythm of his Qinggong was instantly disrupted. Gu Yuan was standing in the yard in white clothes as white as snow, holding an ebony flute. He looked weak, but his eyes were flashing with wisdom and confidence. Gu Yuan took the opportunity to fight back, and the flute turned into countless phantoms, attacking Feng Wuying. Every strike was extremely accurate, as if it could see through Feng Jueying's heart. Feng Jueying was terrified. He had never encountered such a powerful opponent. He tried his best to get rid of Gu Yuan's attack, but it was all in vain. Feng Jueying's face gradually distorted, and there was madness flashing in his eyes, while Gu Yuan always remained calm and composed.

Feng Jueying attacked suddenly, using the Wind Shield to enhance his internal strength and his palm wind was as sharp as a knife. Gu Yuan smiled and waved his flute lightly, and the soft wind dispelled the attack. Feng Jueying turned into a whirlwind and attacked again, but Gu Yuan easily avoided it with his strange body movement, and the jade flute wrapped around Feng Wuying's wrist like a spirit snake. With a tug, Feng Jueying flew out like a kite with a broken string, fell heavily to the ground, and his lips were stained with blood. Gu Yuan walked forward slowly, stepped on Feng Jueying's chest, and the pride of an indifferent winner was fully revealed. "Stop!"