Movie martial arts

Chapter 337 Hunting

Even if Lu Xiaofeng has lost himself, at least he has not lost his way.He was sure that this road was heading due west, and he could find clear spring food after walking through the mountain depression ahead.Now that the night was deep and the fog in the mountains was thick, he still believed that his judgment was absolutely correct.But this time he was wrong again.

There is neither a mountain depression nor a spring in front of it, only a thick and dense primitive jungle.Hunger is one of the greatest pains of mankind, but compared with thirst, hunger has become a more bearable thing.

His lips were chapped, his clothes were torn, and the wound on his chest was red and swollen.He has fled for three full days in this poor mountain and valley where no spring water can be found.

Now even if his friends saw him, they might not be able to recognize him as Lu Xiaofeng.That flamboyant and unrestrained Lu Xiaofeng always fascinates girls.

There is darkness in the jungle, and the darkness is full of various dangers, each of which is deadly. If you lose your way in the jungle, hunger and thirst are deadly enough.Whether he can get out of this jungle, he himself is not sure at all.He had lost faith in his own judgment.

But he can only go forward, there is no other way for him to choose, let alone retreat.Retreating is only more dangerous and terrifying;
Because Hanwen was right behind him staring at him.Although he couldn't see it, he could feel it—felt the murderous sword aura.

He could feel that if Han Wen really had the chance, he would definitely kill him. This is because he slipped away quickly, otherwise... I'm afraid there really is no such person as Lu Xiaofeng in the world!
Once upon a time, he was accompanied by beauties and wine, but at this moment...it's all the blame on that damned Daoist Shi Yan!

Also, why did I get so dazed for a moment that I insisted on agreeing to Han Wen's condition?Obviously knowing that he is aggressive and ruthless...

He felt like he would suddenly get a chill down his spine for no reason at any time and at any time. At this time, he knew that Han Wen was very close to him.

Running away is a pain in itself.Hunger, tiredness, fear, worry... like countless whips, whipping him non-stop.This was enough to break him physically and mentally, not to mention that he was injured... a sword wound that was deep enough to see the bone!

Whenever the wound ached, he would think of that unbelievably fast sword.Han Wen, who already had "no sword" in his palm, finally drew his sword again.

No one can describe the sharpness and speed of that sword, no one can imagine it, and no one can dodge it.If there are really immortals, Buddhas, ghosts and gods in the world, they will definitely be eclipsed and moved by this sword.The sword light flashed, blood splashed out!

No one can parry and dodge this sword, not even Lu Xiaofeng, but he is not dead.

It is a miracle not to die!
In the sky and on earth, the only one who could escape from the sharp edge of that sword was probably Lu Xiaofeng.

Darkness, endless darkness.How much danger lurks in the darkness?Lu Xiaofeng didn't even think about it, if he thought about it, he might have collapsed, or even go crazy.When he walked into this dark jungle, it was as if the beast had fallen into a trap and was completely out of control.

Still no water, no food.He broke off a branch and groped forward, step by step, like a blind man.This branch is his bright staff.

A living person has to rely on a lifeless piece of wood──Thinking of this, Lu Xiaofeng laughed.

A miserable smile full of humiliation, sorrow, pain, and ridicule.Only now did he truly understand the pain of the blind man, and also truly understand the greatness of Huamanlou.

A blind man can still live so peacefully and happily, how much love does he have in his heart?There is a tree in front, a tall and big tree.

Lu Xiaofeng stopped under this tree, gasping for breath, this may be the only chance for him to breathe.Before Han Wen chased into this jungle, he would definitely think about it for a while. ──But he will definitely chase after him, because he is very happy to see Lu Xiaofeng running away in such a mess!
There is almost no sound in the darkness, but this absolute silence is also the most terrifying sound.Lu Xiaofeng's breathing seemed to have stopped, and suddenly he struck out like lightning, pinching it with two fingers.

He didn't see anything, but he shot.His shots rarely miss.When it comes to real danger, human beings will also become like beasts, and they will also have beast-like instincts and sixth senses.

What he caught was a snake.He grabbed the snake's tail, flung it, and then bit the snake's seven inches.The fishy and bitter snake blood flowed from his throat into his stomach.He suddenly felt as if he had really turned into a beast.

But he didn't stop. When the snake's blood flowed down, he immediately felt a vitality.As long as it can give him life, as long as it can keep him alive, he will accept anything.He doesn't want to die, he can't die.If he died now, he would turn into a ghost and return to the human world to wash away his humiliation.

The darkness had faded into a strange dead gray.At last he had endured the long night, and now it was dawn at last.But so what if it was daylight?Even though the darkness was gone, death still pressed on him.

There were fallen leaves on the ground. He grabbed a handful and wiped the blood off his hands. At this moment, he suddenly heard a sound.human voice.The sound came from nowhere, as if someone was moaning and panting.

How could there be anyone here and now?If he hadn't been forced to have nowhere to go, who would walk into this jungle?On this dead end?Is it Korean?Lu Xiaofeng suddenly felt his whole body was frozen and stiff, he stopped breathing and listened quietly.

Weak moans and panting sounds came intermittently, and the voice was full of pain.A pain filled with fear, a pain that borders on despair.This pain must not be faked.

Even if this person is really Han Wen, the pain he endured now will definitely not be less than that of Lu Xiaofeng.Did he also suffer some fatal blow?Otherwise, how could even that murderous sword energy have disappeared?

Lu Xiaofeng is determined to find, no matter if this person is Korean or not, he will find it!

Of course he could.The fallen leaves are wet, and so is the soil.A person fell into the wet mud of fallen leaves, and his whole body was twisted with pain.A man with gray temples, old, haggard, tired, sad and frightened.

When he saw Lu Xiaofeng, he seemed to be struggling to jump up, but only got a painful spasm.He had a sword in his hand, the shape was ancient and the steel was so pure that anyone could see that it was a good sword.But this sword is not terrible, because this person is not Korean.

Lu Xiaofeng let out a long breath and murmured: "No, it's not him."

The old man's Adam's apple was rolling up and down, and there was a glimmer of hope in those eyes full of fear, and he gasped, "You... who are you?"

Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said, "I'm no one, just a passer-by."

The old man said, "A passer-by?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Are you wondering why there are people passing by on this road?"

The old man looked him up and down, his eyes suddenly showed a fox-like cunningness, and said: "Are you taking the same path as me?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Very likely."

The old man smiled.His smile was bleak and bitter, and when he laughed, he began to cough non-stop.Lu Xiaofeng found that he was also injured, the wound was also on his chest, and it was more serious.The old man suddenly said again: "Who did you think I was?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "It's another person."

The old man said: "Is it someone who wants to kill you?"

Lu Xiaofeng also laughed, and asked back: "Who did you think I was? Was it someone who came to kill you?"

The old man wanted to deny it, but he couldn't.The two people stared at each other, the expressions in their eyes were like two wounded beasts.No one can understand their expressions, and no one can understand the feelings in their hearts.

After an unknown amount of time, the old man suddenly let out a long sigh and said, "Let's go."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "You want me to go?"

The old man said: "Even if I don't let you go, you still have to go anyway." He was still smiling, and the smile was even more bitter: "My situation seems to be worse than yours, of course I can't help you, you don't care at all. If you recognize me, of course you won’t help me.”

Lu Xiaofeng didn't speak, nor did he smile again.He knew that the old man was telling the truth, and that his condition was also bad, even worse than the old man imagined.He may not be able to escape by himself, and of course he can't add another burden.This old man is undoubtedly a heavy burden.

After a long time, Lu Xiaofeng also let out a long sigh, and said: "I should really go! If you were just a wild dog, I would have left by now, but it's a pity..."

The old man suddenly interrupted him again, saying: "Unfortunately, I am not a dog, but a human being."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled wryly: "Unfortunately, I'm not a dog, I'm also a human being."

The old man said: "It's a pity."

Although he seemed to have his eyes closed, he was secretly glancing at Lu Xiaofeng.There was that fox's cunning in his eyes again.Lu Xiaofeng laughed again, and said, "Actually, you already knew that I would never leave."

The old man said: "Oh?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Because you are a human being, and I am also a human being, of course I cannot watch you rot and die here."

The old man's eyes suddenly opened, wide open, looked at Lu Xiaofeng, and said, "Are you willing to take me away?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "What do you think?"

The old man blinked and said, "Of course you will take me away, because you are human and so am I."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "This reason is not enough."

The old man said: "Not enough? Is there any reason?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Bastards are human too." When he said this suddenly, no one could understand, even the old man, so they had to wait for him to continue. "I'm taking you away because I'm not only human, but I'm also an asshole, an extra-large asshole."

It's spring.It is the spring when everything in the world is thriving.The withered leaves grow densely again. The leaves in the jungle are dense and dense, and even the sunlight cannot come in.Between the branches and leaves of the tree trunk, there is still a misty gray-white, so that you can only see a little misty shadow.

Can be seen, but not far.Lu Xiaofeng told the old man to lie down, and he also lay down. Now even if he knew Han Wen was close at hand, he couldn't walk half a step.They had gone a long way, but when he lowered his head, he saw his tracks again at once.

He ran as hard as he could, running with all his strength, but returned to where he had already walked.This is no longer irony, but sadness, the kind of sadness that people feel only when they are close to despair.

He was panting, and so was the old man.

A boa constrictor slid down from among the leaves. Of course, the power of a huge boa constrictor is also huge, enough to strangle all life.But he didn't want to move, the old man couldn't move, and the boa constrictor didn't move them, and slipped past them quietly.

Lu Xiaofeng laughed, even he himself didn't know how he could laugh.

The old man turned his head sideways, looked at him, and suddenly said, "Of course I can't just call you a jerk."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "You can call me a big bastard."

He is still laughing.There are many kinds of laughter, and there is a kind of laughter that is more sad than crying, and his smile is this kind.There was only laughter, but no laughter, and there was no sound at all. Time seemed to pass very slowly in the silence.

After a long time, the old man suddenly said again: "Big bastard."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Yes."

The old man said: "Why don't you ask me who I am? What's my name?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "I don't need to ask."

The old man said: "No need?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Anyway, we're all about to die now, when have you ever heard a dead person ask a dead person's name?"

The old man looked at him, and after a long time, wanted to speak, but didn't say anything, then looked at his eyebrows and beard, and finally said: "I suddenly thought of someone."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Who?"

The old man said: "Lu Xiaofeng, Lu Xiaofeng with four eyebrows."

Lu Xiaofeng laughed again, and said: "You should have thought of it a long time ago, the only extra-large bastard in the world is Lu Xiaofeng."

The old man sighed and said: "But I never thought that Lu Xiaofeng would become like this."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "What do you think Lu Xiaofeng should look like?"

The old man said: "I heard it a long time ago that Lu Xiaofeng is a playboy who pleases women very much, and his martial arts are extremely high."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "I've heard of it too."

The old man said: "That's why I always thought that Lu Xiaofeng must be a very handsome and pompous person, but now you look like a..."

He didn't finish the sentence, but Lu Xiaofeng continued for him: "It's like a wild dog being chased to nowhere."

The old man also laughed, and said: "It seems that you must have caused a lot of trouble."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "It's not small."

The old man said, "Did you cause trouble for a woman?"

Lu Xiaofeng smiled wryly.

The old man said: "Who is that woman's husband? I heard that you can even catch Baiyun City Lord's sword 'Flying Immortal Outside the Sky'. Who else in the world can force you to nowhere?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "There is only one person."

The old man said: "After thinking about it, it seems that there is only one person! But this person does not seem to have any women!"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "But this man's good friend has a woman! Who is this man you think of?"

The old man asked, "Is it Korean?"

Lu Xiaofeng was smiling wryly again, only wryly.

The old man sighed: "The trouble you caused is really not small. I really can't figure out how you would cause such trouble."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Actually, I didn't do anything, just occasionally slept in the same bed with his good friend, of course, my good friend Hua Manlou's wife, and happened to be broken by him, he couldn't kill me, Naturally ask others to take action!"

The old man looked at him in surprise, and after a long time, he shook his head and said, "It turns out that you are also quite courageous."

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly asked back: "What about you? What trouble did you cause?"

The old man was silent, and it took a long time before he sighed and said, "I caused quite a lot of trouble."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "I can see it! If a person is wearing clothes worth 300 taels of silver and holding a good sword worth 3000 taels of silver in his hand, he will be beaten like a wild dog." The person who was chased and fled, of course the trouble caused by this person is not small."

The old man couldn't help but smiled wryly, and said, "I've caused more than one trouble."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "How many?"

The old man stretched out two fingers and said, "One is Ye Guhong and the other is Fen Yanzi."

"Ye Guhong, the little white dragon of Wudang? A swallow that walks thousands of miles away?" Lu Xiaofeng was horrified. Seeing the old man nodding, he sighed: "These two troubles you caused are really quite big."

Ye Guhong is a lay disciple of Wudang, and also a rising star among the disciples of Wudang. It is said that he is also the distant cousin of the Lord of Baiyun, and the Lord of Baiyun even taught his sword moves in person.

"Treading Flowers for Thousands of Miles" Fen Yanzi is even more famous in the Jianghu, and few people in the underworld can match her lightness skills and hidden weapons.

Lu Xiaofeng said: "It's just that Ye Guhong is a disciple of a famous family, while Fen Yanzi is a thief from the lower five sects, how could you provoke both of them at the same time?"

The old man said: "You can't figure it out?"

Lu Xiaofeng shook his head.

The old man said: "Actually, the truth is very simple. Ye Guhong is my nephew, and Fen Yanzi happens to be too, and their wives both happen to be guests at my house... Their wives are of course very lonely. So I can't help comforting them, whoever I know happened to be seen by them."

Lu Xiaofeng looked at him in surprise, and after a long time, he smiled wryly and said, "It seems that you are not only courageous, but also completely disrespectful."

The old man smiled and said, "Don't you think I'm not?"

Lu Xiaofeng looked even more surprised, and said: "Could it be that you are?"

The old man said: "In the past ten years, very few people in the world know my name. I didn't expect you to know it."

Twenty years ago, there were three most famous lone thieves in the Jianghu. The first one was Dugumei, who was "denied by six relatives".If a person's name is called "Six relatives do not recognize", you can know how scheming this person is, just think about it.

After leaving Hua's house, Han Wen began to follow Lu Xiaofeng again. However, for more convenience, he also issued a reward order. Of course, the money was all sponsored by Huamanlou. ;
As soon as the reward order came out, anyone who provided Lu Xiaofeng's whereabouts and was confirmed would receive a large sum of money. There are many idlers in the world, and there are countless well-informed people. Soon, Hanwen once again found Lu Xiaofeng;

Not only did he find Lu Xiaofeng, but he also chased Lu Xiaofeng like a dog. In the jungle, he was wearing a black fox fur cloak, and he was walking down and down, without stopping at all. Lu Xiaofeng thought that he would hesitate when entering this forest, but actually On the way, he didn't hesitate at all, just make some marks on the tree, even if you get lost, you can follow the marks to go back;
Just because he came without any hesitation, he also saw this scene;
An old man, a dirty Lu Xiaofeng, was lying in a pile of dry leaves, too lazy to move and didn't understand. Suddenly, Lu Xiaofeng's expression changed drastically!
The person who came was chasing and killing Dugumei, who was "denied by six relatives", but he was not the Fenyanzi who became famous for his lightness, but a pale person──pale face, pale hands, pale sword, and a white clothes like snow.

After twenty hours of searching and hunting in this dark swampy jungle, his expression was still as indifferent and calm as ice and snow, and his clothes were only stained with a few spots of mud.His person is like his sword, unstained by blood and unstained by mud.

The moment he appeared, Lu Xiaofeng's whole body suddenly stiffened!He thought to himself: Ximen Chuixue must have taken this news seriously, right?If he really joins forces with Han Wen, how can he survive?But after a while, he relaxed again!

But Dugu Mei smiled, her smile was full of sarcasm, and she said, "You think he is Ximen Chuuxue?"

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't deny it.This young man is indeed very similar to Ximen Chuuxue - his pale face, cold and proud expression, snow-white clothes, and even his standing posture are exactly the same as Ximen Chuuxue.

Although he is much younger than Ximen Chuuxue, and his facial contours are also much weaker than Ximen Chuuxue, but his whole body looks like the shadow of Ximen Chuuxue.

Dugumei said: "His surname is Ye, and his name is Ye Guhong. Even his ancestors for eight generations have nothing to do with Ximen Chuixue, but he looks like Ximen Chuixue's son! How strange! He is obviously the sword My distant cousin is an immortal, but he admires that popsicle from Ximen Chuixue!"

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help laughing: "It's indeed a bit like it."

"Do you know how he became like this?" Seeing Lu Xiaofeng shaking his head, Dugumei sneered, "Because he really wants to be Ximen Chuuxue's son!"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Maybe he just wants to be the second Ximen Chuuxue."

Dugumei said coldly: "It's a pity that Ximen Chuuxue hasn't learned even a little bit of his advantages, but he has learned all of his disadvantages."

The haughty character like ice and snow on the distant mountains, the shining life like meteors in the winter night, the unparalleled sword in the world... How many teenagers who learn swords in the Jianghu middle school don't regard Ximen Chuuxue as a god in his heart?

All right!Although Han defeated Ye Gucheng, he really didn't have any potential to be an idol. On the contrary, Ximen Chuuxue's arrogance left a deep impression on people, especially recently he has also invited many masters to fight. In addition to the previous achievements, it was very popular for a while, and people rumored: within three years, Ximen Chuuxue will definitely kill Han Wen by the sword!I don't know if it's true or not;

Lu Xiaofeng stared into the distance, sighed suddenly, and said, "Ximen Chuuxue has at least one thing that others can't imitate."

Dugu Mei said: "His sword?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "It's not his sword, it's his loneliness."

lonely.The loneliness as cold as ice and snow on the distant mountains, the loneliness like a shooting star in the winter night.Only a person who can truly experience this kind of loneliness and is willing to endure it can reach the state that Ximen Chuuxue has reached.

Ye Guhong had been staring at Lu Xiaofeng coldly, until then he opened his mouth.He suddenly sneered and said, "What are you? You deserve to talk about him in front of me!"

Lu Xiaofeng could only smile bitterly.He knew that Dugumei would rush to answer this sentence for him, and he guessed correctly.Dugu Mei laughed and said: "He is nothing, just a person, but if there is one person in this world who is qualified to talk about Ximen Chuuxue, that person is him."

"Why?" Ye Guhong snorted;
Dugu Mei said: "Because he has four eyebrows! Lu Xiaofeng with four eyebrows!"

"Lu Xiaofeng?" Ye Gucheng was moved suddenly, the veins in the hand holding the sword were exposed, and he said angrily: "I should kill you for him!"

"It's a pity! I'm the one who wants to kill him, not you!" A voice came from the top of the tree, and there was a rattling sound among the dense branches and leaves, and a person flew down like a swallow.

Pink swallows.She has a girlish blush face, a pink dress that fits perfectly, and a pink leather bag hanging diagonally beside the pink belt.

Even his eyes had this pink expression - the same expression most men have when they see a girl's naked thighs.The terrible thing is, when he looked at Lu Xiaofeng, he had this kind of expression in his eyes.

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly wanted to vomit.

Pink Yanzi didn't care at all about his reaction, she still smiled, looked at him, and said softly: "Lu Xiaofeng is indeed Lu Xiaofeng, and she did not disappoint me."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Oh?"

Fen Yanzi said: "Although you don't look very good now, as long as I give you a pot of hot water, a piece of fragrant soap, and let you take a good bath, you must be a very good man."; He squinted his eyes and looked Lu Xiaofeng up and down: "I can imagine it now."

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly didn't feel like throwing up anymore, because the one thing he wanted to do most now was to punch this person's nose flat.

Fortunately, Fen Yanzi has turned to look at Ye Guhong at this moment, and said: "This man is mine, I don't allow you to touch him."

Ye Guhong also had an expression of wanting to vomit, and said coldly, "Do you want both men and women?"

Pink Swallow smiled and said, "Sometimes I even want you."

Ye Guhong's pale face turned blue, and he secretly cursed the pervert in his heart!
"Farce!" A cold voice came from the treetops, Han Wen looked coldly at the four people below, and said, "It doesn't matter, let's leave! The rest, do I do it myself? Or do you do it yourself?" ?”

Lu Xiaofeng smiled wryly all of a sudden, like a defeated rooster, lying on his back on the ground, he said slowly: "Ants are still alive, come by themselves? It's obviously impossible!"

"Who are you?" Ye Guhong asked, suddenly, he saw a sword in Han Wen's hand, a very simple sword, the sword's hand is the symbol of Baiyun!That is Ye Gucheng's saber!And now there can only be one person holding this sword... I couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice: "'Ghost Seeing Sorrow'? Korean?"

"Yeah!", Han Wen nodded slightly, and said, "Ye Gucheng's distant cousin, but he just went to imitate Ximen Chuuxue's style! Poor! Sad! Deplorable!"

"What did you say?" Ye Guhong blushed suddenly, as if he had been greatly insulted!
Han Wen shook his head and said, "Do you know how many people in this world are truly at the peak of swordsmanship?"

"I'm afraid there are only five or six people!", but Lu Xiaofeng interrupted: "Needless to say! One of them is you! Probably in your heart, the other person with the highest position is Ye Gucheng, right? "

"Yes! Everyone has their own style! Ye Guhong, you've gone astray! Want to be someone's second? Can you be a little promising?" Han Wen shook his head again and again, saying: "You can't learn Ximen Fubuki's style! Everyone is different!"

"Why?" Ye Gu raised his sword and asked, "Then do you think my sword is qualified to fight with you?"

"You? There are only a handful of people who can fight against him!" Lu Xiaofeng shook his head, sighed all over his face, and said, "Brother Han! You and I used to drink together! You know me too I've always been curious, what's the matter with the swordsmanship style of the man you mentioned?"

"Are you delaying time and recovering your internal strength?" Han Wen smiled and didn't care. Leaning on the big tree trunk, he said slowly: "Then start from Ye Gucheng! His sword is like a sword from the sky. Baiyun is ethereal and impermanent, full of immortal energy, to be fair... I may not be his opponent!"

"Then why did you survive! And he died?" Dugumei, who was denied by her six relatives, asked with interest;

Han Wen said slowly: "I'm not necessarily his opponent, and I didn't say I'm not his opponent! At most, it's a situation where both sides are hurt, even if it's me now... the reason why he died is because he was so determined Please die!"

"What about Ximen Chuuxue?" It's very strange, Ye Guhong didn't want to avenge Han Wen for Ye Gucheng's death, but he paid more attention to Ximen Chuuxue, he really resembled Ximen Chuuxue's son, if he didn't know , maybe I really believe in Korean!
Looking at Ye Guhong with interest, Han Wen said: "In the past, Ximen Chuuxue's sword was the most ruthless! It is as beautiful and chilling as a snowflake! But now Ximen Chuuxue..."

"Weak?" Ye Guhong interjected, "He became a relative, and his heart softened?"

"No! He's stronger!" Han Wen grinned and said, "He is the purest swordsman, just like Ye Gucheng, but I am not! This is also something you young swordsmen of Xuejian criticized, hehe !"

After finishing speaking, he shook his head helplessly, Lu Xiaofeng said: "Aside from these two, who else?"

"Taoist Master Shi Yan! I tried a move with him, and the invincible right-hand sword is really not a secret! It's amazing! If not for..." Han Wen did not continue, but Lu Xiaofeng understood that if not for Taoist Shi Yan's death, Hanwen must fight with him;
Han Wen continued: "His swordsmanship tends to be defensive, like a breeze, terrifying! Then there is the elder Mu Taoist of Wudang! Everyone underestimates him. Others can't see it, but I can see it! Even I They may not be his opponents!"

"Is it really that scary?" Lu Xiaofeng frowned slightly: "I took his sword three years ago..."

"Okay! Have you rested enough?" Han Wen stopped talking, looked at Lu Xiaofeng with burning eyes, and said, "I gave you enough time, so! I'm going to kill you, do you think How is it? Are you ready?"

"Wait!", Ye Guhong said suddenly, stood in front of Han Wen, hesitated for a moment, drew out his sword, and said, "I want to challenge you!"

"Why bother!";
Lu Xiaofeng's complexion changed, he felt sorry for this young man, sighed, but pulled Dugumei away and winked, the two of them probably understood each other, they both saw the meaning in each other's eyes, in fact, it was nothing more than, Once Han Wen and Ye Guhong make a move, take the opportunity to run away!
"I appreciate your courage! But you are obviously not enough to challenge me now!" Han Wen shook his head and said, "Take back your sword and leave here! I still have some personal grievances to settle, and I have been entrusted by others, loyal People's business!"

Ye Guhong was very stubborn and said firmly: "If you think I'm not qualified, then I'll prove it to you!"

While speaking, he has already moved!His speed of drawing his sword might not be as fast as that of Ximen Chuuxue, but he was by no means slower than others.His strikes are light, vicious, and pungent. Apart from the Wudang Xinfa passed down directly, at least he also combines the specialties of the other two swordsmanship.

This sword is already the essence of his swordsmanship.This is also a deadly sword, one hit is sure to hit, leaving no one behind.Dugu Mei opened her mouth wide, because this trick was aimed at herself!He wanted to call out, but no sound came out.

All of a sudden, Lu Xiaofeng grabbed him by the neck and ran towards the depths of the dense forest!The person Ye Guhong wanted to kill was indeed not Dugumei, but Han Wen's attention was indeed attracted, taking advantage of this moment, Lu Xiaofeng ran away!If he stays, Han Wen will definitely not let him go!
Fen Yanzi was still smiling, but her smile suddenly froze.A piece of sword tip suddenly protruded from his heart, blood splashed and fell in front of his eyes.This is his own blood?He doesn't believe it!It's a pity that now he has no choice but to believe it.

He stretched out his hand, trying to take out the hidden weapon in his bag, but his men had already fallen down.The tip of the sword was still dripping blood.Ye Guhong stared at the blood drop on the tip of the sword, and gently blew off the last drop.This is Ximen Chuuxue's unique habit, every movement he learns is very similar.

It's a pity that he is not Ximen Chuuxue, absolutely not.After killing someone, Ximen Chuuxue would immediately become indescribably lonely and indescribably bored.

He blew off the last drop of blood from the tip of his sword, just like a night returner shaking off the last snowflake on his skirt in a snowstorm.He blows snow, not blood.

Now Ye Guhong's eyes are full of indescribable excitement and excitement, like Zhengren who is about to rush into the snowstorm.He blows blood, not snow.

The last drop of blood happened to fall on Fen Yanzi's face. The muscles on his face seemed to be still twitching, but his eyeballs protruded like dead fish, and he could no longer see that pink expression.

The blood was dry and the sword was sheathed. Ye Guhong looked at Han Wen, as if asking Han Wen if he was qualified!Fen Yanzi, the thief of the lower five sects, was killed by him with a sword!
However, Han Wen looked at Lu Xiaofeng who had escaped hundreds of meters away, and said slowly: "You are always imitating, even Ximen Chuuxue may not be my opponent, you are just imitating him... just imitate!"

Ye Guhong didn't speak, just stared at Hanwen, the sword light flashed again, like lightning startled the rainbow, but suddenly Ye Guhong's pale face turned red!

Because his sword edge was pinched with fingers like this!Beads of sweat rolled down his face, and he had exhausted all his strength to pull out his sword, but the sword seemed to have been suppressed by Mount Tai, unable to even move.

Han Wenchang let out a sigh of relief, and said, "Do you think Ximen Chuuxue's sword will be caught in my hand so easily?"

Certainly not!So Ye Guhong suddenly looked like a deflated ball, with a face full of despair. He never thought that there would be such a result. He thought that his swordsmanship was strong enough, and he was qualified to challenge the idol. He even I made an appointment with Ximen Chuuxue, at noon of this year's Dragon Boat Festival, on the top of Zijin!

Han Wen slowly let go of his sword, and said, "Don't be discouraged! A swordsman should become more courageous as he fights! He should be unstoppable! Go forward bravely! There are hard swords and soft swords. I have also said this to Ximen. , he has realized something, and he has become stronger... Alright! Young man, you have already delayed me for too much time!"

After saying these words, Han Wen had already walked two feet away, but suddenly, his body trembled and he closed his eyes!He already smelled blood!Turning around suddenly, it was Ye Guhong who pierced his body with his own sword!

"Damn it!" Han Wen scolded angrily, "You haven't learned Ximen Chuuxue's swordsmanship at all, but you have learned his temper ten percent!"

Sweat dripped down Ye Guhong's pale face, and his panting gradually became short of breath. He struggled and said, "I have been learning swordsmanship for 20 years, and I am confident that I am invincible. I have made an appointment with Ximen Chuuxue to fight on the top of Zijin at noon on Duanyang."

Then, with a few wry smiles, Ye Guhong continued, saying, "Although I am not sure of winning, I am confident that I can still fight him, but seeing you today, I know that even if I study for another 20 years, I will definitely not be able to defeat him." Not his opponent..."

At this point, he began to cough non-stop, but his meaning was understood in Korean.If he didn't go then, of course he would have no face to see his friends in the world again, and if he went, he would be humiliating himself.Because he suddenly discovered that his swordsmanship was far from Ximen Chuuxue's.

Han Wen and Ximen Chuuxue are just siblings, using him as a reference, one can imagine how powerful Ximen Chuuxue is!The distance between them is no different than a painful humiliation.

In his opinion, this kind of humiliation is far greater than that of his wife.

Han Wen's eyes showed pity, and he said, "You died for this?"

Ye Guhong nodded.Han Wen sighed softly, walked over suddenly, whispered in his ear, and said a few words.Ye Guhong's face suddenly twisted, and there was an expression in his eyes that no one could understand, staring at Han Wen.

Then he fell down.Strangely, after he fell down, there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth.

There was no blood on the tip of the sword.

The last drop of blood was dried by the wind.

Although the person is dead, the sword is still there, and the light of the sword is still as clear as autumn water.

Whether the blood on the sword was blown dry by someone or the autumn wind, it had no effect on the sword at all.

Swords are merciless, but people are merciless.

So the sword of death is there.

Staring at the ruthless sword, Han Wen couldn't help but sigh.

──Why in the world are there such sentimental people who want to dedicate their lives to a ruthless sword?
──Is it because the sword itself has an irresistible charm?
Looking at this sword as clear as autumn water, Han Wen suddenly felt as if he was about to get lost again...

(End of this chapter)