"My life ends here?" Feng Zuojun used his sword to prop himself up and stood up. "When I was a child, my father asked a fortune teller to tell my fortune. The fortune teller said that it was written in my fortune book that I would live a hundred years and become famous all over the world!"
"Oh?" Lu Yunxian lightly snapped her fingers at Feng Zuojun.
"Be careful!" Xie Yuling knew the terrifying power of Lu Yunxian's casual move.
With a "bang", Feng Zuojun blocked his chest with his sword and took the blow. He gritted his teeth and said with a smile, "This finger from the immortal is just like this."
Lu Yunxian raised her eyebrows: "That's right. No wonder Lu Tianxian died in your hands."
Xie Yuling looked at Feng Zuojun. For some reason, Feng Zuojun at this moment made him feel uneasy. He whispered, "We are no match for him."
"Nonsense, his intestines were almost knocked out by my finger, of course he is no match for me. You run, and I'll hold him back." Feng Zuojun whispered.
Xie Yuling was stunned: "You are crazy. If you are left alone, you will definitely die."
Feng Zuojun looked at Lu Yunxian who was standing there with vigilance: "You are crazy. If you don't run, we will both die. Don't worry, I am not so great as to let you run first and I die first. This is my chance to fight and become famous. Don't delay me."
"Bah." Xie Yuling ignored Feng Zuojun's nonsense and cursed directly, "If I leave you alone, you won't last more than three moves."
"Then think of a solution." Feng Zuojun said angrily.
Xie Yuling was speechless for a moment. He clenched his fists and said, "I can use my Three Flowers Gathering to hold him back. This will give you enough time to run."
"Do you mean you are stronger than me?" Feng Zuojun was even angrier.
"No need to fight." Lu Yunxian stretched out a finger and waved it gently, "Neither of you can escape."
"I don't care whether you run or not, I'm going to fight him first." Feng Zuojun spat a mouthful of blood at his Snowfall Knife, then swung the knife and rushed towards Lu Yunxian.
"You don't know what you can do." Lu Yunxian leaned forward slightly, and his true energy condensed at his fingertips.
"Break!" Feng Zuojun shouted out the first word of the Feng family's three-word mantra.
"Shock!" When Feng Zuojun shouted the second word, his teeth were already filled with blood.
"Oh my God!" After shouting the third word, Feng Zuojun's wounds burst open, blood gushed out, and his clothes were dyed blood red.
The knife that was as bright as snow now shines as blood!
Lu Yunxian watched as the true energy in his fingertips was completely shaken off by these three roars, and his expression revealed a hint of surprise. He stepped back and avoided Feng Zuojun's long sword.
Feng Zuojun slashed down with his sword, creating a gully on the ground. Lü Tianshang was also shocked, as compared to Feng Zuojun when he was above Shili Langyao, he seemed to have raised his strength to a higher level.
"Are you crazy?" Xie Yuling leaped up, passed by Feng Zuojun, and attacked Lu Yunxian with a sword.
Lu Yunxian stretched out two fingers to clamp Xie Yuling's sword, then he bent his fingers and broke off the sword head. He swung his hand and hit Xie Yuling in the face with the sword head.
"Stop!" Xie Yuling clasped his hands together, and an illusion of a lotus appeared in front of his forehead, blocking the broken sword.
"In Yingzhou, only my Lord is better than me in terms of internal strength." Lu Yunxian stretched out a palm towards the front, and with a "bang", the broken blade turned into powder, and the lotus on Xie Yuling's forehead also withered in an instant.
"Get out of here if I tell you to!" Feng Zuojun stretched out his hand, grabbed Xie Yuling's collar, and threw him backwards heavily. At this moment, Xie Yuling's strength was dispersed by Lu Yunxian, and he was completely unable to resist. He was directly thrown hundreds of feet away by Feng Zuojun.
"Mr. Feng Zuo!" Xie Yuling shouted angrily.
"Aren't you always the calmest and the one who knows how to judge the situation? Why are you dithering like a woman now? Get out of here!" Feng Zuojun swung his knife and directly knocked back Lu Yunxian who was about to rush forward.
Lu Yunxian naturally didn't want to let Xie Yuling escape, but he rushed forward three times, and was beaten back by Feng Zuojun three times.
His internal strength was naturally far superior to Feng Zuojun's, but at this moment, the power of Feng Zuojun's long sword forced him to avoid its edge.
"Very good. Although you will die here today, you are worthy enough for me to remember your name." Lu Yunxian said calmly, "What's your name?"
Feng Zuojun took a deep breath and raised his long sword: "Seven Gentlemen of the Academy, Feng Zuojun."
"Oh? He is a gentleman from the academy. No wonder." Lu Yunxian nodded.
Before this moment, Feng Zuojun was not a gentleman in the academy, but the academy always had rules. Anyone who felt that he was qualified to be a gentleman could call himself a gentleman. Of course, the academy also had a rule that on the day of calling himself a gentleman, he had to set a life motto.
"Xie Yuling, do you know? From the day I entered the academy, I have been waiting for this moment and saying those words. I have been preparing for this moment for a long time. My Jun Youyun—" Feng Zuojun grinned, his voice full of heroism and joy, "I, Feng Zuojun, want to be the best man in the world! This is my Jun Youyun!"
"Idiot." Xie Yuling wiped the tears from her eyes and turned away.
Lu Yunxian looked at Feng Zuojun, whose sword energy had reached its peak, and said indifferently: "Your friend, he is gone."
"We are not friends, we are lifelong enemies." Feng Zuojun's long sword fell, "Ba Dao, Wuji Style."
After walking ten miles away, Xie Yuling turned his head and saw that the forest collapsed in an instant. The sword energy soared into the sky, and even dispersed the clouds in the sky, but then it fell into peace. Although he didn't want to think about it, Xie Yuling knew what happened. He couldn't hide the sadness in his heart, and was annoyed at his own incompetence. He half-knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.
The rain was pouring down at this moment.
Feng Zuojun, who was lying in the ruins, looked up at the rain and said with a smile: "The fortune teller really cheated my father of his money."
Lu Yunxian stood in front of him, the left half of the silver armor broke into pieces and fell to the ground, revealing the scar under the silver armor. He leaned over and looked at Feng Zuojun on the ground: "So you are that man's disciple. This scar of mine is given by him."
"It seems that my master and I are really in sync." Feng Zuojun still smiled.
"You are going to die." Lu Yunxian said slowly.
"It doesn't matter if I die, it's a pity that I didn't become the best man in the world." Feng Zuojun's tone was filled with self-mockery.
Lu Yunxian reached out and picked up a piece of silver armor that had fallen on the ground, and pointed it at Feng Zuojun: "You still have a chance to say one last word. Say what you want to say most in your heart at this moment."
"Help... Help." Feng Zuojun said with his last bit of strength.
Lu Yunxian was stunned, then shook her head gently, flicked her fingers, and the silver armor fragments flew towards Feng Zuojun's face.