Gu Feiyu arrived a little late.
He had a heavy edge on his back, and when he arrived at the sword platform, he just saw the peach blossoms flying out of Lin Rufei's hands, breaking the azure sword qi that Wang Hao split.
Gu Feiyu panted and flew to Lin Minzhi's side, saying, "I finally found it... Kunlun Mountain is too big, Young Master Lin, do you need me to send Chongfeng to the sword platform?"
Lin Minzhi said, "No need."
Gu Feiyu frowned and said, "But Fourth Young Master Lin is so bare-handed..." He only said half of what he said before it got stuck in his throat, because Lin Rufei on the stage suddenly raised his hand and pulled out a slender one out of thin air. The peach branch, which had no flowers and no leaves, looked slender and fragile, but was held by Lin Rufei's pale hands, which revealed a terrifying aura.
Chongfeng, who was carried by Gu Feiyu on his back, suddenly started buzzing. At first, Gu Feiyu thought that Chongfeng was excited, but when Lin Rufei calmly waved down the peach branch of the tree species, he realized that Chongfeng was actually is afraid.
Lin Rufei had never learned swordsmanship since she was a child, so she did not understand any swordsmanship.
He raised his hand and waved his sword, as ordinary as a child.
But Wang Li, who was standing opposite him, showed a horrified expression.
Wang Hao didn't see how Lin Rufei's moves were, and he felt a majestic sword intent. This sword intent seemed to come from heaven and earth. Like a surging river, with an unstoppable momentum, it rushed towards Wang Xing on the sword platform.
No moves, no skills, just sword intent.
Wang Zong should not be afraid.
However, when the Sword Intent really enveloped him, Wang Hao found that he could not stand up straight in this Sword Intent. This arrogant sword intent was like a high-level god, looking down at him indifferently, bending his body inch by inch, he could barely bow at first, and then was forced to kneel down on one knee, but the special sword platform under his feet also began to When it shatters, it will soon be unbearable.
Wang Hao vomited out a mouthful of blood. He raised his head angrily, looked at Lin Rufei, swallowed the fresh blood that was pouring out of his mouth again, and called out, "Blue thorns—"
Green thorns buzzing.
"Fly out of the sword platform." Wang Hao said with difficulty, "As long as you leave these sword intents..."
He only said half of his words, but he showed disbelief, and looked at the green thorns he was holding.
Having met countless powerful enemies and cut off countless heads of green thorns, at this time, he was shivering in his arms, like a frightened child.
The green thorns were Wang Xing's natal sword, and he could clearly feel that the green thorns were in fear, fearing the seemingly fragile Lin Rufei who was sitting in a wheelchair on the opposite side.
At this moment, Wang Hao remembered what Master once said to him.
The master who picked him up and took him home like a parent said that as long as you use the green thorns for one day, you will never be able to defeat Lin Rufei.
The green thorn was made by a famous craftsman, and it was already the best sword in the world. Wang Hao thought that the master was just saying that his swordsmanship was not good, but now, he vaguely understood.
Why would he never be able to defeat Lin Rufei as long as he used the green thorns for one day.
No sword would appear in Lin Rufei's hand.
He is the most profitable one.
It's a pity that this sword has not yet been edged, and his reckless self has become his first whetstone.
Wang Chong burst out laughing.
His body was forcibly pressed into the bluestone of the sword platform by the sword intent, and the bones on his body were crushed by the sword intent one by one, making a sour creaking sound, and the blood overflowing from his mouth, stained with green thorns. White blade.
Even so, Wang Hao did not admit defeat. In his dictionary, the word "lost" did not exist.
Unlike the Yaoguang Continent where Cang Bin knew the etiquette, where he lives, admitting defeat means death. Since they are all dead, it is better to retain the last dignity of being a loser.
Perhaps because of the severe injury, Wang Zong's consciousness gradually became blurred, and some pictures of the past even flashed before his eyes. He saw himself bruised and bruised when he was young, robbing a wild dog for food, but because his body was too thin, he was thrown to the ground by the wild dog, and his throat was about to be bitten, but he had a pair of white hands, pinching it The back of the wild dog's neck.
"Poor child." With a gentle voice, someone picked him up and took him into his arms, "Come with me."
That was the first softness that appeared in Wang Zong's world.
Before that, everyone called him Wild, just because he had green eyes.
Later, the man took him into the fairyland, taught him to practice swords with one hand, and gave him the green thorns as green as his eyes as a gift, he thought he was all that man had.
Until a certain year, another name appeared in the man's mouth.
"That child will definitely be a powerful character in the future, Wang Hao, if you meet him, you have to stay away."
"Who is he?"
"His name is Lin Rufei."
"… "
"The fourth son of the Kunlun faction, Lin Rufei."
"Lin Rufei? Is he very powerful?"
"You have to remember this name, as far as you can get away."
As Master wished, Wang Zong remembered this name forever.
The memory was broken here. Wang Hao felt that his strength was constantly losing, and black spots appeared in his field of vision. He stroked the green thorn, felt its cold blade, and said apologetically.
Sorry, didn't let you win this game, he's an unqualified master. The green thorns, whose humming sound was getting weaker at first, seemed to sense something, and suddenly it made a loud noise. The hilt of the sword was firmly attached to Wang Xing's palm, but it refused to slip, and wanted him to grab him, as usual. .
However, he seemed to sense Qingthorn's resistance, and the Senran Sword Intent attacked again. Small cracks began to appear on Qingthorn's snow-white blade. Wang Hao suddenly opened his eyes, and his emerald green eyes were full of struggle. He said with difficulty. : "No—green thorns, go away—"
Qingthorn still refused.
With tears in his green eyes, Wang Zong roared with the last of his strength, "Go away—"
The green thorns don't seem to smell.
For the first time, Wang Hao showed despair. It was enough for him to die, but Qingji didn't need to be buried with him. It was a famous sword, and naturally he could meet a more powerful master.
Wang Hao hugged the body of the sword and pressed his head against the hilt of the sword. He murmured softly, "Qingji, only you, don't dislike me..."
Don't dislike him for being a green-eyed monster.
Sen Ran's sword intent stopped abruptly.
The powerful pressure disappeared in an instant, and the air returned to Wang Hao's lungs again. He gasped heavily and coughed up clumps of dirty blood. He raised his head and saw Lin Rufei sitting in the distance.
"You won't kill me?" Wang Hao asked in a hoarse voice.
Lin Rufei said, "Can you admit defeat?"
Wang Zong laughed at himself: "Of course I lost."
Lin Rufei said: "It's just a sword comparison, it's time to stop. If you admit defeat, why would I kill you, but you have to promise me a condition."
Wang Hao's face sank, thinking that Lin Rufei was going to bring up something inappropriate, his pupils raised nervously like a snake, and he said, "What's the matter?"
Lin Rufei pointed at Lin Bianyu, who was standing beside the sword platform, and said calmly, "Apologize to my second brother."
Wang Hao was dumbfounded, and his pupils returned to normal immediately, and said, "It was your second brother who came to me to compete with me last night—it's not me who should apologize?"
Faced with Wang Hao's question, Lin Rufei didn't change her face, raised the peach branch in her hand: "Do you apologize?" He also inherited the inherent protection of the Lin family, no matter what reason he had, if he injured his second brother, he would just It's time to apologize.
Wang Hao was speechless, and finally he could only turn his head with difficulty and apologized to Lin Bianyu. His body's ability to recover is very strong, and the bones in his whole body have been broken, but he was able to get up from the sword platform at the moment of speaking. However, there is still a huge human-shaped pothole left on the sword platform, which is very unsightly.
"It was the Fourth Young Master Lin who won." Wang Hao recognized the result of the competition.
"Wang Hao." Lin Minzhi said, "Are you Mr. Long's apprentice?"
Wang Hao didn't expect that someone else knew his husband's name. He was slightly surprised and nodded.
Lin Minzhi said again, "Is Mr. Long okay?"
Wang Zong was silent for a moment, then whispered: "It has been a year since he passed away."
Lin Minzhi showed regret and apologized.
Wang Hao obviously didn't want to talk about this matter. He searched the ground for a moment, then limped to the corner, picked up the bamboo hat he had thrown aside, and put it on his head again.
Then he turned his head and looked at Lin Rufei: "You spared my life, I owe you a favor."
Lin Rufei just smiled and did not speak.
Wang Hao said again: "But in a few years, I will come back to you to compete with the sword. I will be stronger at that time, and I hope that you at that time..." The blade has also been opened.
After he finished speaking, he bowed to Lin Rufei and turned to leave.
Lin Rufei, who had been quiet all the time, suddenly opened her mouth and stopped him: "Wang Hao."
"Huh?" Wang Zong turned his head.
Lin Rufei said sincerely: "If we can meet again in the future, I will invite you to drink."
Wang Zong was silent for a moment, and did not respond. He turned around and walked with his sword, and staggered toward the front mountain.
Just when he left, there was a slight smile in those beautiful emerald eyes.
The man who had disappeared behind Lin Rufei appeared again, leaning into his ear, his breath was hot: "Why, that person is so good-looking"
Lin Rufei only turned around and saw the man's extremely beautiful profile. He smiled slightly and wanted to say something, but when he opened his lips, a scorching liquid gushed out from his mouth, mouth after mouth, white fox fur, It was instantly dyed a dazzling scarlet.
"Little Leek—" Lin Bianyu's terrified cry was also so far away, Lin Rufei's body was shaky, and the scent of peach blossoms that belonged to a man lingered in his nose. His voice answered the man's question, and he said, "Of course... not as good as you."
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