The wind was still blowing in the already clear night sky, and there was still a faint smell of blood in it. On the top of the endless mountain, three figures are particularly obvious.
The blood oozing out from his wrist dyed the brocade handkerchief holding the wound red, which looked very shocking. But its owner didn't even look at it, as if it had never been hurt at all.
There seemed to be a palace lantern blowing swaying under the hillside, revealing some warm yellow light in the dark night, but it looked very lonely.
Mingfeng panted anxiously, but his breath was still adjusting rapidly at the snap of his fingers. He squinted his eyes and glanced at the sword inserted into the ground not far away from his side. It was obviously a soft sword. The sword seemed to have been poured into an invisible force, making it extremely hard and breaking through the ground easily. There was still a bright red blood stain on the blade, slowly flowing down the silver sword body. Seeped into the soil.
"You are indeed just as annoying as that damn mother of yours." The sarcastic words came out of Mingfeng's lips word by word.
"What qualifications do you have to insult my mother?" Mingfeng's words instantly chilled Wen Jirou's expression, and an icy chill burst out of her eyes.
"What qualifications do you have?" As if he was being doubted, the leader in red looked at Wen Jirou with his eyes widened, as if he had heard the most incredible words, "Since she can escape from the Mingyue Cult and save you, Come down, haven't I told you how I tortured her back then, and how she lost all her dignity here? But I think she doesn't have much dignity, otherwise she would have suffered such humiliation. Being able to give birth to you is really beyond my expectation."
The strength in his hands suddenly increased, and his hands clenched tightly into a fist. The wound on the wrist seemed to be squeezed by the incomparable gravity, and the blood flowed outward even more fiercely. The bright red blood was like a small snake, slowly flowing down the edge of the brocade handkerchief.
Ranchen grabbed his arm and used all his strength to calm down the extremely angry man next to him: "Wen Jirou, calm down. He just wants to stimulate you and make you lose your mind."
"The new city lord of Yunzhong City, I really underestimate you," Ming Feng looked at the young master in Tsing Yi next to Wen Jirou, "No wonder Qiu Moyuan chose you as his successor, but someone as heavy as you was originally Even if you can survive your injuries, I should also think that you are different from ordinary people. But you came here for that stinky girl, do you think she will accept your favor? After all, Yunzhong City owed her and the whole family."
Ranchen's eyes did not drift to Mingfeng, but he replied indifferently: "I agreed to come here alone because Yunzhong City owes her, and she can bear it. As for whether she will accept this from me Love, I don’t care.”
"The layout of the Lord of Yunzhong City is indeed an eye-opener for me." Mingfeng clapped his hands, "No wonder Yunzhong City can become the leader of the Central Plains Wulin. He really has the extraordinary spirit of sacrificing the individual to save the greater self."
"Why talk more nonsense." Seeing that Wen Jirou, who had almost lost her mind just now, was beginning to return to normal, Ranchen finally raised his head, faced Mingfeng, and at the same time threw away the wooden stick he had been holding on to. The wooden stick fell to the grass without making a sound.
At this moment, a ray of cold light slipped out of Ranchen's cuffs.
A cold light flashed across Mingfeng's face.
A cold slip from the cracked gap in the white brocade fell into Ranchen's hand. He used two slender fingers to open up the wrapped white brocade. The brocade fell to the ground, and dust immediately covered the originally smooth surface. On the satin surface, a knife with blue cold light appeared in his hand.
"Master Mingfeng, if you come here today, you are destined to have this battle. Let's take action."
Pulling out the knife and holding it tightly in his right hand, Ranchen's brows were as gentle as before, but his eyes were flashing with firm and cold eyes.
"You actually inherited Ji Shi," Ming Feng looked surprised at the knife in Ranchen's hand, "Qiu Moyuan actually passed this knife to you, how could you use this knife if you are a cripple. "
Ranchen smiled slightly: "You will know if you try it or not."
The moment he smiled, the knife in his hand slipped out like the smoothest silk, and a cyan figure rushed towards the red-clothed leader with the light of the knife.
The white-haired man was not surprised when he saw that the frail young man next to him who was coughing one moment was attacked by such an unexpected attack the next moment. His reaction was also surprisingly fast - the moment Ran Chen took action , he had already stood up on his toes, and his figure floated out, rushing towards the sword that had been inserted into the soil.
"Okay." Mingfeng shouted, and his body had begun to move flexibly, "I really underestimated Qiu Moyuan. He was able to turn a kid who had stepped through the gate of hell with one leg into a sword that saved the world. Heir. Let me meet you and see how much power you have inherited from the World-Saving Sword."
Mingfeng's pupils suddenly turned a strange red in the dark night. As he kept avoiding Ranchen's attacks, his lips kept opening and closing, and strange characters began to appear in his mouth.
The moment his gentle hand came into contact with the long sword, he held the sword tightly. His palm seemed to feel burning pain, but he didn't care. With a strong force, the sword tip opened the ground. Mud, along with the mud came out, and the shining silver tip of the sword. It seemed that it had been wiped clean by the mud, and there was no trace of blood left on the tip of the sword.
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In front of the bamboo building, Ranchen suddenly called out to the man who had been following him: "Li Luo."
Nan Liluo turned back and looked at him: "Young Master."
Ranchen's eyes only stayed on him for a moment, then slid to his waist. He stretched out his finger and pointed: "Give me your soft sword."
Nan Liluo was stunned for a moment.
No matter what happened in these years, Ranchen had rarely taken any action. Why did he need so many weapons to defend himself today? Although he was full of doubts, they had been accustomed to trusting Ranchen wholeheartedly for a long time. Nanliluo still reached out and untied the weapon. He took off the sword from his waist and handed it to Ranchen.
After Ranchen took the soft sword, he wrapped it around his waist.
Wen Jirou held the jade bone fan in her hand and fanned the wind casually. Seeing Ranchen wrapping his sword around, she said with disgust: "I thought the Lord of Yunzhong City was not afraid of heaven and earth, but now you look like this If your disciples in the city see it, I'm afraid they will laugh out loud. Do you have one more weapon and one more chance of winning?"
Ranchen was not angry, he just smiled gently: "I just want to make more preparations. Isn't it good to have multiple escape routes? The name of Li Luo's soft sword is Wenxi. Although the Wenxi sword is soft and light, it can cut iron like iron. Mud, at the critical moment, he might be able to save our lives."
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Wen Jirou looked at the sword in her hand, shook her head, and smiled helplessly. He was actually convinced by what he said, and actually used this sword. The conquests in Yunzhong City over the years were really impressive. gave him a lot of experience.
The curses in Mingfeng's mouth seemed to be getting louder and louder. Jishi's sword cut through Mingfeng's robe, but there was no trace of anger on his face. Although the light of the sword forced him back three feet, Ming Feng suddenly put his hands on his chest and made a strange gesture.
It was as if a pair of invisible hands in the air grabbed Ranchen's knife-drawing hand, and his figure that was originally like a gust of wind slowed down abruptly.
Oops, it's soul-obsessing. Ranchen's expression changed.
At the same time, the sudden change in his eyes was that of Wen Jirou, who was not far away. He held Wenxi in his hand, pointed his toes, and struck at Mingfeng's back with an attack as fast as the wind.
This damn bastard is really as difficult to control as a snake. Mingfeng's face turned extremely ugly. He just wanted to get rid of Wen Jirou as soon as possible. He waved his right hand back violently, and a strong whirlwind rushed towards Wen Jirou. Jirou forcefully changed his sword's original trajectory.
At this moment, Ranchen charged up and struck.
The cyan figure followed the blue cold light of Ji Shi Dao and flashed past Ming Feng's left arm. A deep wound with bone visible was exposed in the air as the red clothes were torn.
Blood immediately spurted out from the wound.
A fishy-sweet smell instantly surged from the abdomen to the mouth.
Ranchen couldn't bear it anymore, and a trace of scarlet blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth. As soon as your legs become weak, you will fall down.
A pair of arms caught him steadily.
"You're in such poor health, but you still have to be so brave." Wen Jirou returned to her usual mean-mouthed demeanor, and couldn't help but joked when she looked at Ranchen's embarrassed look.
The pain in his chest kept lingering. He knew that he must have just forced his luck and once again stimulated the two hearts in his body to attack. He tried hard to suppress his trembling hands and smiled at the man holding him. : "Look, without me, how could you have hurt him."
He touched the wound on his left arm with his right palm, and the bright red blood instantly dyed Mingfeng's palm red. Looking at the two people supporting each other opposite, he felt that the whole chest was burning with raging anger, and his breath began to change. Unstable.
No one has ever dared to hurt him like this.
The wind on the top of the mountain in Shushi blew even harder, and the shaky palace lantern at the bottom of the hillside was getting closer and closer.
A month old woman in white clothes climbed up the hillside, and her rapid breathing made the three of them look at her.
The wind blew out the lantern in her hand in an instant, and the weak candlelight quietly extinguished on the already dark top of Shushi Mountain. Only the stars in the sky gave a glimmer of light.
Mingfeng's robe was blown up by the wind, and he took action without hesitation, and flew towards Gu Jianghe.
Looking at the person rushing towards her, Gu Jianghe's face was pale, but he was very calm.
Mingfeng rushed to nothing.
Wen Jirou, who was closer to Gu Jianghe, rushed forward, picked her up and rolled her to the grass beside her. The two of them rolled three feet away before stopping.
At the moment when he stopped, Gu Jianghe took out a small white jade bottle from his arms and stuffed it into Wen Jirou's mouth: "Eat it."
A feeling of powder filled his mouth. He didn't even know what Gu Jianghe fed him, but he raised his head without hesitation and swallowed all the powder in his mouth.
A voice as soft as the wind sounded in his ears: "This is the powder of red blood mushroom. If you eat it, your blood will become a sharp sword that can kill Mingfeng."
