At a distance, Qin Feng had already entered the range of the gray-clothed old man's attack, the blood feather in his hand was raised, without many words, flashing with a cold edge, and went straight to the old guy's neck, but he also vaguely understood in his heart that this old thing could not be caught like this.

Sure enough, almost at the same time, the gray-clothed old man's eyes suddenly opened, and the depression and embarrassment just now had disappeared and was transformed into a more aggressive and murderous aura, Tai'a roared with a sword in his hand, and his body rose into the air with a light toe, like a Dapeng bird with wings spread, and the sword opened the way straight to Qin Feng's chest.

Qin Feng suddenly became vigilant, his conjecture was indeed correct, the old man's sudden change surprised him, but he was more excited, and he really kept his back hand, since this is the case, let it be used, whoever dies will watch the last fight.

The gray-clothed old man's face was hideous in the air, and every movement brought a piercing sound of body bones like shattering, which was the result of squeezing out all the potential of his body, how it felt only to him, but it seemed that he had forgotten everything, even if the sharp pain inside his body almost made him faint, it still had no effect on the movements.

This blow burst out with all its potential with anger and the momentum of seeing death as if it were home, and of course, it was also combined with the complete burning of all the functions in the body, and the power under one move was not comparable to the battle just now.

Qin Feng didn't retreat in the slightest, but instead walked up against the sword shadow in the sky, his solemn face was enough to see his inner thoughts at the moment.

No matter how fierce a tiger is, it will retain scruples about its own life, and it is absolutely possible for something to be feared in its heart to burst out with all its combat effectiveness, but a wild wolf struggling on the verge of death can bite and fight without scruples, in fact, this is the most terrifying.

Obviously, the gray-clothed old man at this moment was forced by Qin Feng to such an extent, just like the latter, he had abandoned the last obsession of survival, even if his strength was inferior to Qin Feng, but at this moment, it was enough to deter anyone.

The first eight swords of the nine swords are powerful, but after all, it is a prelude, and the last sword is rarely understood, so it is enough to see the terrifying part of its power.

Even if the first eight sword moves are decisive, they are more different from the last one, which is the essence of the nine swords.

The sword shadow in the sky was like a big net shrouded towards Qin Feng, it was all composed of seeing it, and the lethality of the touch was not trivial, even if Qin Feng wanted to avoid it head-on, there was absolutely no such possibility.

But Qin Feng never thought of retreating, the sudden drop in pressure made his breathing short, but a crazy smile appeared on his face, since he wanted to kill and was a strong person of the other party's level, Qin Feng was ready to pay the corresponding price, not to mention that Qin Feng was confident that even if he wanted to kill himself, it would not be so easy!

Facing the tide-like sword shadow in the sky, Qin Feng bullied up, and the whirring wind on his face in his ears seemed to have slowed down at this moment, and he only had a sword for himself and the other party in his eyes.

The gray-clothed old man had a hideous smile on his face, after all, he was still a young man, how could he know the power of the Nine Swords, even if he paid a huge price to forcibly urge it, the sword move was not mature, but this was the last move of the Nine Swords, how could it be matched by ordinary strong people.

The blood feather between Qin Feng's fingers faced the sword shadows in the sky, and his arm continued to wave, only feeling that his arm was numb, and the other party was not a sword in a trance, these thousands of sword shadows were like substance, each with the power of taking people's lives, Qin Feng did not dare to despise it, the innate internal force in his body had been urged to the limit, so as to burst out with a speed that had never been more than ever, like a swift wind like lightning, parrying and blocking, looking for tricky empty doors between counterattacks, trying to give the other party the heaviest counterattack.

For a while, a ghostly and almost invisible figure in the sword shadow kept shuttling and swimming, like a diving dragon, flexible and changeable, facing the gray figure in the middle of the sword shadow, trying to approach again and again, being forced back again and again, and then approaching.

The last move of the Nine Swords is not so much a sword as a continuous sword move, wave after wave gives people a huge oppression, the slightest negligence will be cut into tens of millions of pieces under such a sword shadow, and there will be no corpse.

Tang Yi sat in the car with her hands tightly covered her mouth, she had only seen this time in her life in such a battle, but she understood that she would not forget such a scene even if she died, even if she was so far away, she could still feel a suffocating sense of oppression.

Not a single car passed along the wide road, and it became the final battlefield for two people.

"Bang!"

There was a dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and then the sword shadow in the sky dissipated.

Qin Feng stood there proudly covered in blood, but he had already become a bloody man, his clothes were in tatters, and he looked like a beggar, even more embarrassed than a beggar.

It was the gray-clothed old man who fell to the ground, and Tai'a in his hand had already fallen to the ground not far away, letting out a wail.

The gray-clothed old man's condition at the moment was even more unbearable than Qin Feng's, and the backlash of his last move had already made his body functions close to the brink of exhaustion, and the wounds on his body were criss-crossed, including those left by Qin Feng before and the new ones added in the battle just now.

The breath of the gray-clothed old man was not broken, and his eyes had already shown a desperate death, and he used the last move but still did not kill this hateful person, and suddenly a sad emotion surged in his heart, knowing that he was already the result of mortality, and memories poured in like a tide.

At the beginning, for the so-called fame and fortune, I wanted to make a name for myself with my own skills, but I didn't expect to end up in such a situation now.

Does he regret it? Perhaps, but even if he regrets it, what's the use of it, he is about to come to the end of his life, he doesn't want to die, who wants to die in this world, but is there any other choice?

Perhaps the only regret is that he did not kill the person who buried his son's life with his own hands, and it is even more sad to find that when he turned into a cloud of dust in this world, he can no longer find the slightest trace of what he has ever been in this world, and in a hurry of life, he stood on a higher level than most people, and finally ended up like this, which is not a great sorrow in life.

Qin Feng stood in place for a long time and didn't move, not that he didn't want to move but couldn't, he won, the win was indeed very miserable, the power of the last sword of the old man in gray made him clearly realize how these nine swords were against the sky, if the last sword of the old man in gray could be more mature, maybe the situation would be completely reversed today, and now it was not him who was lying on the ground but himself.

There was a miserable smile on his face, with a little relief, at least he had avenged Feng Mei, even if he was injured, it was worth it.

The car door opened, Tang Yi rushed over regardless of it, walked to Qin Feng's side, slowed down, looked at the man in front of him up close, tears couldn't help but roll in his eyes, he was still in high spirits a moment ago, but at this moment he ended up like this.

Sensing the footsteps beside him, Qin Feng turned his head with difficulty and grinned to show a smile, but he couldn't suppress the tumbling river and sea in his chest, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, and his snow-white teeth also turned bloody.

His body was weak, he couldn't support it anymore, he sat on the ground and wanted to gasp for breath, but a sharp pain in his chest made him miserable, it was not the first time he was so seriously injured, but it didn't mean that it wasn't uncomfortable, what Qin Feng wanted most at this moment was a beautiful sleep.

Tang Yi rushed to Qin Feng's side and wanted to go up to help him, but he was afraid that what he did wrong would aggravate his injury, so he could only stand by his side and be caught off guard.

"I'll take you to the hospital......" Tang Yi's voice trembled a little, and the situation of Qin Feng in front of her made her heart ache for a while, this bastard, don't you know that if you can't beat it, you have to run away, you have to work hard, don't you know that what he promised himself hasn't been done yet, if he dies, what will he do.

Qin Feng shook his head with difficulty: "I'm fine, go pick up that sword......" His eyes glanced at Tai'a, who was able to fly out of the hands of the gray-clothed old man next to him, his eyes flashed with excitement, it was a pity that such a famous sword did not find a suitable owner...... But that's just the past.

Tang Yi's face was full of worry, but when she heard this, she still nodded, her steps moved slightly, looking at the sharp blade lying quietly on the ground, her breathing was slightly stagnant, she didn't know the name of this sword, but she also knew this extraordinary product just by feeling in her heart.

Tai'a felt a heavy feeling in his hand, the weight was much more seriously injured than ordinary steel, and ordinary people would have a slightly difficult feeling when holding it in their hands, not to mention the light dancing like the gray-clothed old man just now.

His eyes involuntarily fell on the old man who was lying on the ground not far away, and then looked at Qin Feng, who was also covered in blood and embarrassed next to him, a cold glint flashed in the woman's eyes, and she couldn't help but feel hatred.

The relationship between her and Qin Feng is not as simple as that between ordinary male and female lovers, maybe her feelings for Qin Feng are not deep love, but it is that kind of complex emotion When she saw her injured, she couldn't help but feel a twitching pain in her heart, she felt sorry for him, even if she hadn't thought it would be like this before, but at this moment, when she saw Qin Feng injured with her own eyes, Tang Yi felt that emotion deeply...... And the one who caused all this was this old man in a gray robe who suddenly appeared, and he was the culprit.

Even though his injuries were more serious than Qin Feng's, Tang Yi didn't have the slightest mercy but was relieved for a while.

He didn't immediately return to Qin Feng's side, gritted his teeth, and walked towards the gray-clothed old man step by step with the heavy sword in his hand, his eyes becoming more and more cold......

Sensing the slight footsteps in his ears, the gray-clothed old man didn't even have the strength to turn his head, and a shadow appeared in the realization the next moment, with cold anger in his cold eyes.

She wanted to kill herself, and the old man in gray understood.

If it was just a disdainful smile before, such a weak woman like an ant would not take it to heart at all, and at this moment, the bone meridians of his whole body are broken, not to mention a woman, even a child who has just learned to walk can bully him unscrupulously.

His eyes were slightly closed, and a touch of complete sadness made him want to look up to the sky and laugh, but he didn't have the strength at all, and he could only twitch the corners of his mouth slightly, he didn't die in the hands of a strong enemy, but the result of his life was to understand his life in the hands of a female baby, which is not a kind of irony.

The sword shadow flashed in front of his eyes, not very fast, and even because of Tai'a's heavy Tang Yi's swing, the speed was particularly slow, the old man in gray was still unable to parry, and the next moment his mind was blank, but in the end, he understood life under the long sword that he loved as his life, which was the only place worth gratifying.

Qin Feng watched Tang Yi's movements and didn't say a word from beginning to end, and when he saw the blood splashing in front of him, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his expression was satisfied.

Returning to Qin Feng's side, he stretched out his hand and handed him the long sword in his hand, with a little helplessness in his eyes, a man's thoughts are always so elusive, and he is injured like this, and he still attaches so much importance to a weapon in the hands of an enemy, isn't he worried about his physical condition at all?

Qin Feng stretched out his finger and flicked it heavily on the body of the sword, and a melodious sound of sword roar sounded for a long time, which sounded particularly pleasant, and the corners of his mouth hooked a satisfied arc, this sword was worthy of himself.

With such a sword, if the old guy had this sword in his hand last time in the East China Sea, maybe the battle situation would have been more difficult at that time, and I couldn't help but feel a little glad when I thought of it.

When I got in the car again, it was of course Tang Yi who drove, and refused Tang Yi's request to let him lie in the back seat, even if the body was seriously injured and felt unusually uncomfortable, but as a man, sometimes you have to know how to hold on.

Wind Charm and Wind Shadow are the same as before, the young master is not at home, except for sleeping and eating, the biggest pleasure is to squeeze on the sofa and watch TV.

There was a sharp knock on the door, and the two women suddenly became alert.

There are not many people who know this place, but the rhythm of knocking on the door is unusual, and in an instant, the heartbeat of the two women can't help but accelerate, and there is an inexplicable panic, which is a bad premonition.

I opened the door cautiously for fear of something unpredictable suddenly happening, but I was still stunned when the door opened.

A woman, a strange woman stood in front of the door, her eyes were full of intersection and worry, this was not the point, and even for Feng Mei and Feng Ying, she didn't see this woman's appearance clearly at all, but her eyes were fixed on the man next to her who was covered in blood and looked extremely weak and embarrassed, it turned out to be the young master.

"He's injured, don't go far to the hospital......" The two women standing behind the door made Tang Yi's breath stagnate slightly, and her cold and beautiful face was the first time she was a woman to see two such women appear together, and she was a little surprised, but she recovered in an instant, thinking of the man next to her, her face was full of worry.

Feng Mei and Feng Ying saw the young master's appearance at this moment, their faces instantly lost their blood and turned pale, Feng Mei covered her mouth tightly, she had always been strong and cold, and the panic on her face could not be concealed at all, and tears almost rolled in her eyes.

Although Fengying, as a sister, was also flustered at the moment, at least she had a trace of calmness, and she quickly stepped forward to support the crumbling Qin Feng, her voice with a chill that was cold to the bone marrow, but she stared closely at the woman who didn't know her identity beside the young master: "Who did it!"

Tang Yi was stared at by the cold eyes of the wind shadow, and he only felt that his whole body was stiff, and the feeling was as jealous as being held by a knife on his neck, but he could only shake his head: "No...... I don't know...... "She didn't lie, she didn't know the old man in gray at all, and now that the person is dead, how can she know who did it."

Seeing that her sister's movements had also recovered from her panic, Feng Mei stepped forward to support the young master on the other side and walked towards the sofa in the house, careful for fear of accidentally touching the wound.

It's not the first time that the young master has been injured, and even for his and their identities, injuries are almost commonplace.

But this time is different, this is in the country, in the capital, and now the young master is covered in blood, although I don't know what the injury is, but such a state is enough to scare them a lot, but you must know that the last battle with Matsumoto Hirata did not suffer such external injuries in addition to internal injuries.

"I'm fine, just give me a change of clothes......" Qin Feng's face was pale and his lips were dark, this was a manifestation of excessive blood loss, as for the trauma on his body, although it was serious, it was not fatal, and for Qin Feng, the most feared thing was the trauma, the wounds on his body were criss-crossed, but it was not deep to the bone, in addition to shedding a lot of blood, such an injury was simply pediatric for his recovery ability, which was also the reason why he was reluctant to go to the hospital.

Although Feng Mei and Feng Ying believed the young master's words, they were also worried that he deliberately said this in order not to worry them, so they still checked it carefully, and then they breathed a sigh of relief, although in the eyes of outsiders, this is a serious injury, but to say that the people who know Qin Feng best, their sisters are definitely two of them, and they breathe a sigh of relief, as for the internal injury, although it is not light, it is much better than the one in Hong Kong, and for him, he only needs to be careful Pranayama recovery is also very fast.

Feng Mei carefully stripped Qin Feng of his blood-soaked and tattered clothes, and Feng Ying went back to the room to find a set of clothes for the young master.

Tang Yi stood by the side from beginning to end, ignored and didn't know what he could do, but finally had time to look at the two mysterious women carefully.

Almost identical face, cold and beautiful, the woman with lilac hair is cold and bewitching, and although the other woman next to her is also cold in her face, she has more gentleness and grace.

Although he didn't know his identity, Tang Yi knew that they were his women, there was no doubt about it, looking back, he could only laugh at himself, no wonder he said that he had no shortage of women, even if he didn't say that Luo Shiyun's perfect woman was one of the two women in front of her, she still felt a burst of self-shame in comparison.

Feng Mei glanced at the woman next to her, but her nose was slightly stirred, but she already knew in her heart, the smell of this woman was what she smelled on the young master last time, and she had already determined that the relationship between her and the young master would no longer have too many scruples, and she did not shy away from carefully peeling off all the clothes on the young master's body, and there were no underwear left......