It rains a lot in Jinluo Prefecture, and some people are sad and happy because of the rain. People under the eaves are playing chess pieces and listening to frogs chirping. No matter whether it rains softly or violently, they are always very interested. It is also a good time to sleep when it rains. People in the inn hear the falling rain. Everyone fell asleep peacefully, while those who were caught in the rain outside had sad faces and were very anxious about the open space with nowhere to hide. There were few people who said, "Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not just scream and walk slowly" good mood.
In addition, under the falling rain, there is also the saying that the night is dark and windy and it is easy to kill people. The rain washes away the blood and footprints, and the final death is unconfirmed. Throughout the ages, many people in the rain have disappeared during this period. The winners are famous and the losers are not cared about.
Zhang Ling looked at the night sky, where rain and mist covered the moon. The rain was getting heavier. He said in a voice just louder than the sound of rain: "Lu Xun, it seems that God wants you to die!"
Lu Xun snorted coldly: "Don't talk too much, we still don't know who will win tonight."
Having said that, Lu Xun was a little passive in the face of the boy's increasingly fierce attacks, and no matter how he counterattacked, Song Linjie could take over with ease.
Lu Xun said that the two young men were worthless, but he did not underestimate the simple sword in his hand. He was more than ten steps away from Song Linjie at this time. He guessed that the other party was quick and quick, so he would definitely rush forward first, right in front of him. Wait for the guests to arrive and give them a big gift.
As expected, when Song Linjie rushed towards him in three steps, Lu Xun swung the knife in his hand in a strange way. He was almost about to throw it out, but when he kept spinning with his upper hand, he waited until the opponent reached a certain distance before throwing the knife. The Pu knife left his hand and began to spin instantly, and the raindrops that fell on it were scattered. Song Linjie suddenly stopped his steps, switched from offensive to defensive, and greeted him with a knife. However, Lu Xun's hand-off knife and hob skills were nothing like tricks. Song Linjie took it hard, but naturally he felt uncomfortable. He was bounced away just now, and the Pu Dao that was hit flew out and whirled and chopped on the fence in the inn courtyard. It was suddenly ruined and a mess. In the end, the Pu Dao fell steadily back to the mainland. Xun's hands.
The two tried their hand this time and caused a lot of noise, but they still couldn't cover up the sound of rain and disturb the sleeping passengers. Only an old man knew it from beginning to end but still pretended to be asleep, listening quietly to the collision of two knives. The sound seems to be able to tell the strength of the two people and the advantages and disadvantages of the two swords from here.
Lu Xun seemed to have only fired one sword, but he had gathered a lot of energy to throw the hob he was already familiar with. But on the surface, he still had the upper hand.
Lu Xun pretended to say: "I don't have any deep hatred between you two. Why don't we just let it go? It's not worth it to make such a fuss over a little bandit. And as you can see, if this continues, it's very possible for anyone to survive here." It’s you two.”
Song Linjie's mouth oozed blood, which had been washed away by the rain. He just wiped it out of habit. He sneered, obviously seeing that Lu Xun was weak on the outside and weak on the inside. He shouted angrily, spat out the suppression caused by the knife, and said with a smile: "You are like this I've seen a lot of people. If you really have the upper hand, how can you stop and make peace? What you say can only mean that you have very little strength left with the knife just now."
Lu Xun's heart felt cold. He didn't expect that this young man was young and had a lot of experience in the world. He could tell the truth at a glance. What was even more annoying was that this young man's skills were extraordinary. After several attempts, he only had one move left. The sword-drawing technique had not been used yet, and he had just taken action to kill the third-level Zhang Ling. Yang's sword intention had not been fully released. I thought that based on my own experience, I should not miss, but I didn't expect that these disciples of the big sects had so many tricks. Weird Qinggong was the real Even if I come up with a first-class product, I dare not say that I can get it in one go.
Lu Xun put away the knife, returned to his body, continued to cultivate his mind, and said calmly: "Then try again."
But the opponent obviously didn't fall for the trick, so he didn't give him any chance to delay. He broke through the rain curtain, jumped up, slashed his sword into the sky, and shouted with a smile: "Come on then!"
It was true and false after the first try. As expected, Lu Xun did not dare to take it. He took a step back just in time to avoid it, and kicked another fierce kick. Song Linjie subconsciously exchanged punches. As a result, Lu Xun's kick did not have killing intent, but just wanted to take advantage of it. Put some distance between you and him.
After Lu Xun settled down, he continued to retreat, like a child hiding behind the old banyan tree. Song Linjie also put away his knife and hung it on his waist, and pounced on Lu Xun like a hawk catching a chicken.
But this seemingly childish game was actually a bit cruel. Song Linjie punched Lu Xun who was hiding behind a tree. One punch missed, and another followed. After several games, the two exchanged positions. At this moment, Song Linjie felt It was really boring, so I simply opened my hands and hugged the old banyan tree suddenly.
The energy in Song Linjie's body was flowing crazily, and he was wrapped in a mirage. The phantom was transparent and reddish. It was the soul-devouring technique of burning true energy that was originated from the same source as Master Song Qingtian, the Sword King, to enhance his strength.
Song Linjie gritted his teeth and unexpectedly easily pulled out the old banyan tree that he couldn't fully embrace.
Song Linjie pulled out the old banyan tree and threw it into the air. The roots and veins at the bottom were clearly visible. The old banyan tree fell heavily. Song Linjie hugged it again. Like a Kui ox, he smashed the thick trunk straight towards Lu Xun's escape route. Seeing the situation, Xun quickly dodged, and the old banyan tree smashed the remaining half of the fence to pieces. The loud noise completely shocked the sleeping guests.
Zhang Ling, who was watching the battle, hurriedly hid aside to prevent being seen.
The awakened guests just opened the window, and were frightened by this scene and backed away. It was such a wonderful fight, no one could miss it. The window was closed, leaving only a gap, and the whole scene was wonderful. Some guests did not face forward. Go out of the guest room and knock on other people's doors.
The old man who pretended to be asleep also sat up, seemingly still closing his eyes and listening, but in fact he was thinking something in his mind. He didn't need to use his eyes to see, and he knew how intense the scene was below.
Zhang Ling, who had already hidden from everyone's sight, lowered his voice to hide all traces: "Old Song, hurry up."
Song Linjie, who is still young, is a little unhappy. Why is he suddenly old? However, he didn't care so much. He waved the old banyan tree a few more times, then threw it aside. With his anger sinking, he jumped over the second floor. The guests in the inn all admired the good work.
In the end, Song Linjie stepped on the end of the banyan tree, and the entire trunk was broken from there.
Song Linjie's hair crown fell off, and he was still in the state of being fully activated by the Soul Eater Crossing. His black hair was wet by the rain but floating in the air. He looked down at Lu Xun, who was as arrogant as an ant, with an endless sense of freedom and wantonness.
Song Linjie raised his voice and said, "Aren't you very capable? Why are you always hiding!"
Lu Xun was also frightened at this moment. He had never seen such a crazy young man. Even if he looked at the entire Central Plains, he probably wouldn't be able to find a few such young prodigies, right? But at this moment, he couldn't care less about sighing. He had offended such a genius and madman. If he couldn't kill him today, he would probably have to hide for the rest of his life. He was really unlucky.
Lu Xun wanted to lower his head and said softly: "You two, how are you going to let Lu go? To be honest, Lu was just working for Lu Shangshu. At that time, the bandit blocked the way, and Lu had no choice but to do so."
Zhang Ling chuckled and said: "You are right. You did nothing wrong in seeking political power in your position, so I can only blame you for your bad luck. Just like the innkeeper, he has been friendly all his life, but he met you. And you happened to meet us."
