The peak acting skills of the actor

Chapter 200 The Fish Leaps Out
"Mo Yan—!"

When the ruthless quicksand swallowed Mo Yan bit by bit, that pretty and heroic face was buried by the yellow sand, and there was no trace of this beauty in the world.

He watched helplessly that his beloved girl just disappeared into the desert of thousands of miles of yellow sand.

It is said that men do not shed tears lightly, and Cheng Feng played Zhou Huai'an. At this time, he was extremely involved in the play, with grief, indignation, regret, and helplessness. At this moment, his heart shattered like being hammered!

At the place where Mo Yan was swallowed by the yellow sand, Cheng Feng opened his eyes wide, his face twisted ferociously, tears gushed out like a river breaking a bank, and rushed over desperately.

Shouting the name of his beloved, like a madman, he ran to the place where Mo Yan was swallowed by the yellow sand, knelt down on the ground, arched his arms, rolled up waves of sand and dug with his bare hands.

Hoarse, sad, crying like a child: "Mo Yan! Mo Yan! Mo Yan—!"

Looking at Chen Kun who was still fighting with Jin Xiangyu, Cheng Feng's eyes were sad, tears could not stop flowing down, the world seemed to have become black and white, and since then she has lost color because of her.

A big drink!
Like a wounded beast, like an accusation against the world, or a mournful cry full of anger, with resolute madness, issued from Cheng Feng's chest!

Cheng Feng doesn't care about his fighting skills, whatever his sword skills, he is like a mad beast with ferocity, regardless of the difficulties and obstacles ahead, or serious injuries, this life is gone, this life is gone. Fate, vowed to kill the executioner who killed his lover, and use his blood to pay homage to Qiu Moyan.

Even so, in the face of the cold reality and the real strength gap, no struggle or effort can withstand the crushing of the iron law of the jungle.

Cao Shaoqin, played by Chen Kun, has a cold look in his eyes and a sickly handsomeness.

He has a kind of posture, and this kind of posture is full of self-satisfaction, which can also be called pride. This is not a hypocritical gesture to please the public, but a natural confidence that is naturally revealed because of his extraordinary strength.

In the world of martial arts, how many people can stand shoulder to shoulder with Cao Shaoqin?

Weak people don't need to sympathize, because weakness is a sin!
Cheng Feng and Jin Xiangyu tried their best, but in front of Cao Shaoqin, they were beaten like children, and they had no power to fight back.

With blood in the corners of their mouths, they were seriously injured and both fell to the ground.

Seeing the two wretches knocked to the ground by him, the corners of Cao Shaoqin's mouth turned up, his eyes were full of disdain, and he raised his chin slightly, and said slowly: "A gnat can shake a tree, you can't control yourself! The world is like you idiots, Trying to compete with the sun and the moon is extremely ridiculous, hahahaha..."

This is a gesture of winning. Looking at Cao Shaoqin and Cheng Feng's Zhou Huaian in front of him, he was unwilling, humiliated, and devastated.

But everything is in vain, just like Cao Shaoqin standing in front of the two with a sword in hand, the two can only look up.

Everything seems to be doomed, this lonely desert, the vast world, desolate, vast, now there are only three figures standing, and the two are alone and helpless.

Zhou Huai'an, played by Cheng Feng, and the gold inlaid jade of Longmen Inn, the two are afraid that they will be buried in this ruthless and indifferent place.

Cao Shaoqin's heart was extremely happy, and he raised his sword to attack. The long sword in his hand swayed and twisted his body, emitting bursts of cold light, vowing to tear the two of them apart.

Suddenly!The yellow sand ground squirmed for a while, like a flying fish breaking through the waves, a short man with a kitchen knife in his hand jumped out of the sand sea surface with waves of sand!

The kitchen knife in his hand was like a spinning top, with sonorous and contending, dancing afterimages, appearing beside Cao Shaoqin. For a moment, the clothes Cao Shaoqin was wearing were flying with rags.

Swords, lights and swords, accompanied by dense and rapid rhythms, kept ringing.

"Don't get entangled!" Jin Xiangyu shouted.

Looking at this man again, Cao Shaoqin's sword had split open his chest, leaving a bloody gash.

The man hurriedly dodged back, and suddenly dived into the sand sea like a loach, and disappeared without a trace.

Cao Shaoqin, played by Chen Kun, has a sickly handsome face, without the calmness just now, his brows are condensed into one, his lips are trembling, and a cold air suddenly spits out from his mouth: "Ha——!"

Sweat flowed for a while, and his figure began to sway. Looking at this moment, his left hand was covered with bones, and his left leg was devoid of flesh and blood.

This world is like this. When you think that you are one in a million, there will always be one or two people who will completely shatter your pride and say what reality is. For Cao Shaoqin, his reality is the Dragon Inn , an inconspicuous cook, Diao Buyu.

A short-bodied cook with a kitchen knife in his hand, no one would have guessed that he is a master with unparalleled sword skills.

The two were caught off guard, and the short fight made Cao Shaoqin, the most famous and prestigious Dongchang Jinyiwei leader in the world, look like neither a human nor a ghost.

Chen Kun leaned on the ground with his long sword, and shouted hoarsely and angrily, "Wolf cub! Come out!"

I saw that Diao Buyu, like a loach, shuttled invisible under the sandy sea floor.

Suddenly, Cao Shaoqin picked up the long sword in his hand, listened to the voice to argue, and stabbed the ground beside him with the sword, the ground where the long sword pierced, and several streaks of blood came out.

Cao Shaoqin exerted all his strength, drew his sword, and raised it above his head. One of them was holding the blade tightly with both hands, and the long sword pierced Diao Buyu's thigh.

Cao Shaoqin kept waving his sword, vowing to tear this man to pieces!
A metallic luster flashed, stinging Cheng Feng's eyes, which were seriously injured and fell to the ground. Looking in the direction of the luster, a cold weapon seemed to be calling him intentionally.

That is the last thing Mo Yan left behind, the gentleman among the kings—the mother-son sword.

Cheng Feng gritted his teeth, and with the last remaining strength, he flew up and picked up the weapon.

In a sword-swinging pose, he twisted his body and stabbed towards Cao Shaoqin in the air.

Cao Shaoqin threw away the long sword in his hand, and found that the son-mother sword was stabbing at him. He grasped the blade of the sword with one hand like a finger, and Cheng Feng could hardly shake it.

At this moment, the hilt of the sword was separated, and a small blade was pulled out from the mother-child sword, stabbing at Cao Shaoqin with a cold light.

Cao Shaoqin was shocked, and hastily used his left hand, trying to grab it with his fingers.

"What's the matter, why doesn't my left hand move?" Cao Shaoqin looked at it out of the corner of his eye, and was startled suddenly: "So I forgot, the left hand is already covered with bones."

With a flash of sharp sword light, Cheng Feng and Cao Shaoqin passed by, with their backs turned to each other.

Cao Shaoqin's handsome face seemed to be in a trance, and around his neck, waves of blood mist flowed and danced with the wind, like a bright red ribbon tied around his neck, swaying and twisting with the wind.

With a bang, a generation of heroes, with his pale beauty, fell down in this desolate place of thousands of miles of yellow sand.

(End of this chapter)