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The tent was in a mess, but even so, Huang Yixiao didn't allow anyone to clean it up.
Seeing him sitting in his seat, he kept drinking, one glass after another. Finally, he smashed the only remaining wine and poured the wine into his mouth.
Soon, he fell unconscious.
Not long after, a familiar smell of gunpowder smoke reached Huang Yixiao's nose.
He opened his eyes suddenly and found that he was still in Gaixin.
"Hey, do you still want to live?"
"Pick up the silver gun on the ground, quickly!"
"You brat, if you want to die, get away from me. Don't die in front of me..."
He watched with his own eyes as the man in front of him took a knife for him and was shouted back. In an instant, a flash of bright red soaked his eyes, making him unable to see or touch clearly.
He fell down, and the smell of blood gradually became stronger as the smoke filled the air. More and more corpses were pressing on him. His body could not move, but he still had a trace of breath left.
"Huang Quan, is this Huang Quan..."
He felt that his eyes were getting darker and darker, and he could no longer feel even a little bit of light.
The next moment, Huang Yixiao woke up from his dream, suddenly called someone to bring his seven-foot Yanyue sword, and asked the servants on the left and right: "Young Master Bai, where does he live? Take me there quickly!"
"Brother, what are you doing?" Before the boy could finish his words, Huang Yixiao glared at him fiercely.
"By the way, remember to call all the brothers over."
After Huang Yixiao said that, he immediately followed the boy to the tent where Bai Feng was resting. He called out loudly and said, "Bai Feng, come out and I will fight with you!"
"What happened?" Bai Feng slowly walked out of the tent, only half-dressed, with one arm exposed.
"Listen up." Huang Yixiao stood on the spot with a big knife, his voice was hoarse, as if he was still drunk, and said: "There is a duel between men between you and me. If I win, you give me Stay here obediently. Don't worry, I will be merciful and won't kill you. If you accidentally die here, I will also arrange for someone to escort your family to the Central Plains."
Bai Feng was still minding his own business in putting on his clothes, and replied impatiently: "If I win, won't it embarrass you?"
"You have already embarrassed me today, and you actually look down on me in front of so many brothers?" Huang Yi smiled and said, "Now, I just want to get my face back in an open and honest manner."
"Brother Huang, if we don't agree with each other and don't work together, how can we look down on you? Don't you allow others to be different from you? This is too arrogant and unreasonable." Bai Feng crossed his hands on his chest. With an unusually relaxed appearance, he continued: "In other words, you know that one day you will kill all your brothers, just like you did before, and finally ended up begging for food from a stranger, so, Do you particularly want me to recognize you?"
Huang Yixiao bared his teeth and said harshly, "Have you said enough? Anyway, you have to fight me today, otherwise none of you will be able to leave!" After that, Huang Yixiao motioned to the young man to hand over his weapon to Bai Bai. Feng, the young man then gently shook his head to express his rejection.
"Yan'er, bring the Longming Sword." After Bai Feng finished speaking, a woman walked out gracefully, and she saw a sword in her arms, wrapped in a light gauze cloth, covering the scabbard.
"Dragon Calling Sword?" Everyone said in unison: "What a strange name is this..."
There was only a "clang" sound, the sound of the sword had arrived, and the sword was unsheathed, causing the boys around to exclaim.
"Pretend to be a ghost, take the move!" As soon as Huang Yi's joke finished, he immediately rushed towards Bai Feng with his knife, like a wild bull, unstoppable.
"Ha!" Seeing Huang Yixiao raising his sword, Bai Feng immediately struck with his sword and used the momentum to dodge, and the two of them officially exchanged a move.
Not long after the sword was in the air, it slammed into the direction where Bai Feng was dodging, forcing the young swordsman to jump back several steps to avoid it. This set of fluent sword swings clearly belongs to someone who has been on the battlefield for a long time.
Bai Feng knew that he could not face the enemy head-on, because the opponent knew how to fight better than he did, not to mention that the opponent's weapon was a seven-foot-long giant, and it was impossible to resist the next blow. So, he began to think about how to create an assassination opportunity.
He circled the open space in front of the camp and kept dealing with Huang Yixiao, always running to the place where the bonfire was burning and taking the opportunity to extinguish the bonfire, or attract Huang Yixiao's full blow to destroy the bonfire. After a while, the entire area turned into darkness.
In the eyes of others, Bai Feng was just a kid who only knew how to run around. They made fun and sarcasm incessantly, and some even made some obscene jokes about Murong Yan and Shen Qiongzhi.
"Moonlight, there is still moonlight!" Bai Feng raised his eyes and thought, "Please, it only takes a moment, dark clouds, please cover the moonlight!"
In order to wait for this moment, he sacrificed his life and was slashed several times by Huang Yixiao, once in his arms, back, and chest.
The sympathy from opponents and the humiliation from spectators could not shake Bai Feng's desire to win. It wasn't until the truly darkest moment that the opportunity finally came.
But when Bai Feng suddenly stopped on the spot with swords in both hands, as if he was about to fight to the death, he looked at Huang Yixiao solemnly and said, "Next, it's my turn."
"Okay, come on, I haven't had enough yet!"
"Look at the sword!" Bai Feng rushed away, like a horse trampling a flying swallow, but in a moment he was only a few feet away from Huang Yixiao. How could he not swing his sword now?
"Ah!" After saying this, the big knife fell to the ground with a clatter.
Huang Yixiao suddenly felt that the stick in his hand was much lighter. He couldn't believe it until he saw the head of his knife cut off on the ground. His judgment had actually been wrong!
"Hey!" Bai Feng seized the opportunity and knocked the tall man in front of him to the ground with a fierce shoulder hug. Then he sat on him and stabbed him with his sword.
The cold light of the Longming Sword hung just above Huang Yixiao's head, leaving him speechless.
"you lose."
"Why did I miss the mark? No, I've hit you several times before."
"Every move you make is within my calculation, including making you hit this move."
Huang Yixiao sighed indifferently: "Oh, I lost, I really lost."
After finishing speaking, everyone present was at a loss.
"What kind of sword is this? It can actually cut off the barrel of brother's gun with one move!"
"What's even worse is that the elder brother actually chopped it crookedly."
"I actually let this kid win. Alas, I thought that the eldest brother could kill him, so that the two women would belong to the brothers."
Murong Yan and Shen Qiongzhi, who had been watching the battle for a long time, were looking forward to seeing Bai Feng return from injury. They all showed their hospitality and praised him profusely. Seeing this scene, Yixiao Huangquan's subordinates found it even more difficult to accept it and dispersed one after another, leaving only a few close followers. I still remember carrying my half-drunk brother Huang Yixiao back to the camp to rest.
