Six years later, she amazed the world with her three children

The cold wind was blowing, rustling the withered weeds on the mountain.

The dark clouds were rolling in, covering the sky and pressing down strongly. The dark white area between the dark clouds and the top of the mountain seemed like a space that could only exist tenaciously after a warrior swung his sword with all his might.

The clouds were low at dusk, and the people standing below seemed a little small, but when viewed from the same direction, they seemed so huge standing above the earth and under the sky.

The sky was dark, and there was a visual sense of impending thunder and heavy rain. The sharp saber flashed, and Feng Yin stuck out his tongue and licked the back of the knife. He could not hide his excitement at all, and his blood was boiling.

At this moment, he was like a wild beast that was excited to see its prey. He couldn't wait to stab the prey in front of him, then bite it, and then eat it bit by bit.

"Zhan Junlin, do you know how long I have been waiting for this day? I finally have the chance to kill you!"

After saying this, he laughed, laughed unrestrainedly!

"I have waited for so many years to finally get a chance to give you alms. It is indeed very hard. You must have pronounced my name so many times over the years, right? Unfortunately, your name has never appeared in my mind, and after today, it will never appear in my memory."

Contempt. The greatest contempt for an opponent is to never regard him as an opponent.

Zhan Junlin's words instantly angered Feng Yin, and his hatred towards Zhan Junlin reached the extreme. He crossed the two sabers in his left and right hands at a high speed, a flash of fire flashed on the blades, and then he attacked Zhan Junlin fiercely.

The two sabers were reflected in Zhan Junlin's pupils, from far to near. When the two sabers were enlarged to the maximum in his pupils, he turned his arms, and the short dagger began to spin between his fingers.

With a flash of his body, the short spear in his palm stirred the sound that diffused in the sky and fell down, right at Feng Yin's waist, stirring his prisoner uniform, and the piece of clothes shattered into pieces. If it got closer, it would be his body.

The moment the tip of the knife scratched his skin and blood oozed out, Feng Yin quickly retracted his abdomen and slightly retreated to avoid his short spear. Then he leaped up, swung his arm and chopped down when his momentum accumulated to the peak.

Zhan Junlin held the knife horizontally and raised it above his head to block the saber that was swinging down. Feng Yin quickly took back the blocked saber and slashed it diagonally over Zhan Junlin's head with the saber in his other hand.

Zhan Junlin's body tilted along the arc of his slash as expected, and the saber slashed down fiercely along Zhan Junlin's body, and the weeds under his feet were cut off instantly, with grass fluff flying everywhere.

The wind started to blow, and the sound became louder and louder in my ears. The dark clouds were getting lower and lower, blowing the cut weeds all over the place in front of my eyes, and the fallen weeds were bloody.

Zhan Junlin's left arm was cut by his saber, and Feng Yin became more excited when he saw the blood.

"Zhan Junlin, I must kill you today! I must kill you!"

Feng Yin and Zhan Junlin were in a different state of mind. Feng Yin was already doomed to die, and if he could drag Zhan Junlin along with him before he died, he would die without regrets. He also had no way out, and he would do his utmost to drag him along.

Zhan Junlin glanced at his bleeding arm, raised his lips, and said, "If I die one day, it will be on a battlefield facing hundreds of millions of enemies. You want to kill me? Unless the sun and the moon are reversed, the sun will rise in the west!"

After he finished speaking, Zhan Junlin held the short spear vertically, jumped up, and with gusts of strong wind, he whistled out and stabbed violently from top to bottom, about to pierce his chest. Feng Yin staggered back, then stepped hard.

He crossed the two sabers in front of his chest with both hands to block Zhan Junlin's short bayonet. Zhan Junlin quickly turned his hand back and picked up the crossed saber, letting the saber spin several times on the tip of his short bayonet before flying out and piercing into the ground more than ten meters away.

Taking advantage of the momentum, the short spear pointed directly at the saber. There was no internal force blessing as in martial arts novels, no magical skill that could instantly shake the body and make people within a ten-mile radius fall to the ground.

Only a head-on fight, punch to the flesh, and a fight to the death, fast, fierce, and fierce! Facing the threat of death, the body will be developed to the extreme, and the speed of a person will also be developed to the extreme.

Extremely fast and extremely flexible, in a moment, the two people who were as fast as the wind had turned into invisible shadows and were about to sneak away with the swaying wind shadows.

The dark clouds were getting lower and lower, and there was thunder after the lightning. The blood attached to the blade fell with the raindrops. There was a deep scar on Feng Yin's chest, and there was also a clear scar on the back of Zhan Junlin's hand.

"It's raining."

Seeing that it was raining, Lu Tingyun, who was waiting at the foot of the mountain, was really worried about the two people on the mountain, whether it was Feng Yin or Zhan Junlin, whom he had hated for many years.

He should be excited about who wins or loses, who lives or who dies between the two people, but at the moment he didn't have that feeling at all. What he thought about most was what to do if something really happened to Zhan Junlin?

Chu Yuran loves her brother so much. If Zhan Junlin gets into trouble, that girl will be very sad, right? She will also hate him even more, right?

"Captain Jin, it's been so long, let's go up, just in case..."

What if both of them fell down at the same time? Then they were still waiting foolishly at the foot of the mountain. Wasn't that too stupid? The rain was getting heavier. It was clearly daytime, but the dark clouds made it feel like the sky was about to get dark. The wind was strong on the mountain, howling and making people panic.

Facing Lu Tingyun's anxiety, before Jin Linfeng could speak, Yang Xilin said, "My chief has ordered that none of you police officers can go up!"

"But what if something happens to your leader?" Lu Tingyun asked.

"I'll go." Yang Xilin said forcefully, "You just wait here."

Yang Xilin took his sniper rifle and walked up the mountain alone. Seeing that he was about to go up, Lu Tingyun hurried to follow him, but Jin Linfeng stopped him.

"Just wait here."

Lu Tingyun was really anxious, but there was nothing he could do. Since Jin Linfeng had said so, he could only wait here. As the rain got heavier, none of the people waiting at the foot of the mountain, including Jin Linfeng, held an umbrella or got into the car. They just stood there waiting.

On the top of the mountain, the wind was getting colder and colder, as if it had magic, turning the weeds and leaves floating in the air into sharp needles, which could instantly cut the skin and cause bleeding.

After a long battle, there is no need to linger any longer. Cut the Gordian knot and decide life or death with one blow.

The short spear flew out of his hand, and the blade light flew towards Feng Yin in the wind like thunder. Then he heard the cold light flashing in front of him.

There was no way to dodge, no way to resist the threat. Even if he could try to block it, he would inevitably suffer a loss. He blocked it with a saber, but the momentum of the short spike was too great and the saber was directly cut off in the middle.

The broken section of the blade hit his eye and slashed past it fiercely. His eyes were blood red and his vision blurred instantly. He felt his arm being held down by a strong hand and then twisted fiercely.

The saber in his hand fell to the ground, and his body was pressed down to his knees. As the blood-red in front of him faded away, Zhan Junlin was already standing in front of him, looking down at him.

"You lost, now it's time to tell me, right?" Zhan Junlin asked, "Tell me everything that happened on the boat that day, and Thornbird's last words, word for word!"