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"Ling Ge, you and I have known each other, you let me go. Zifeng re-grasped the knife with both hands, and with a single move, the dexterity of his wrist led the blade to cut the sword.

When the sparks splashed, Ling Ge opened his mouth wide, his left hand clenched into a fist, and the blade of the sword in his right hand stabbed diagonally, forcing towards Zifeng again, "Come back with me, don't be obsessed." ”

". Zifeng had a breath of qi in his mouth, and he spit it out violently, and his momentum rose again, like a leopard waiting for an opportunity. The waist knife he held in both hands was incredibly fast in an instant, and he picked the opponent's long sword away and slashed down with the momentum.

The instantaneous sword light made Ling Ge's eyelids jump wildly, he trembled slightly, and quickly turned towards the side behind him, raising the long sword in his right hand to block it.

But all this was in vain, and the sharp waist knife quickly fell from Ling Singer's left shoulder before he could lift it.

"Zifeng..."

Like the roar of a blazing brown bear roaring out of Ling Ge's throat, at the most critical moment, his left foot turned, and the blade slashed diagonally through his left arm, revealing his white flesh, "I am no longer friends with you, just acquaintances. ”

Zifeng looked at the reddened eyes of the man opposite, and his heart ached. It was the first time he had touched such a look from a man on the other side, fierce and a little sad and indignant. He suddenly understood the weight of raising his knife at his friend, and unconsciously a sad smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Six years ago, he met the man in front of him in Los Angeles. One holds wine with a sword, takes the four seas as his home, and has no roots until he is old;

On the bend of the river in Luocheng, Yueguo, a leaf passes by lightly. The corners of Ling Ge's mouth that year had a flirtatious taste, he grabbed the woman's slender waist with one hand, looked at the man walking by the river, and roared: "Hey, that guy with the saber, my name is Ling Ge." ”

The man on the edge of the river paused, pressed the two knives on his waist with his hands, turned his head, and at the same time his black hair fluttered lightly, he showed a hearty and vicissitudes of life on his face, "Zifeng, a wandering swordsman, not a guy." ”

After six years, they joined the Mo family together and became a member of the Mo family. No one could have imagined that time would give them a different position after a long time.

"Heh, she's my sister, she's dead, you should know. ”

The two pulled away and looked at each other from afar. Ling Ge bit the hilt of his sword with his mouth, and with his right hand, he grabbed the long robe that was soaked in blood and shredded on his left arm, and it was violently torn apart in his laughter, revealing his thin, muscular chest. He wrapped his long coat around the wound on his left arm, grabbed the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and looked at Zifeng, "I remember that she said that wanderers can see home when they turn back, come back with me, Moxia is your home." ”

"Home?" Zi Feng's hand holding the narrow blade shook, and the woman smiling at him suddenly flashed in his mind, tilting her head and blinking her eyes:

"I want to accompany you on a wandering, watching the dragging fishing fire in the boat; Listen to the bells of the century-old temple; Smell the smell of heaven and earth love without separation.

Follow you, I want to follow you, Fu Manqing will have a lonely story. Zifeng, I am your little mi, you wander on the ancient road, and I look for you to go to the end of the world. ”

"Haha.." Thinking about it, Zi Feng suddenly laughed, his left hand was slightly released, and his right foot took a half step forward, "Ling Ge, I think you are the eldest brother of Xiao Mi to let you make three moves." If I lose, I'll follow you back, and if you lose, you get out!"

said the last four words, Zifeng's eyes were vain overbearing, and the words were sonorous.

"According to. . . You.. Place.. Words!" Ling Ge tugged at the long robe wrapped around his left hand with his teeth and his right hand, the green tendons on his forehead swelled, and his right hand suddenly raised his sword and lifted it, heading towards the other party with a thunderous momentum.

The fire between the two of them was blown up by the wind, and when they were four steps away, Ling Ge instantly stretched out his dark black wings behind him, and the flowing wind flow eased past his right hand, his steps were raised lightly, and the sword suddenly pressed towards Zifeng's throat.

"Ling's Heavenly Nine Sword Technique." Looking at Ling Ge's light spirit swordsmanship, Zi Feng's eyes were full of remembrance.

A thousand years ago, the various ethnic groups on the Zhongzhou continent were still fighting for hegemony by tribes rather than countries. The four surnames of the Yu Clan, Bai, Ling, Ying, and Oleg (Yun) have the most violent power, and they have an understanding of air currents in their blood, and they are the true Heavenly Wingers in the Yu Clan.

Zi Feng's right hand pressed the hilt of the knife, and he quickly avoided Ling Ge's tricky and sharp attack. When Ling Ge's three moves were exhausted, he suddenly pulled out the first waist knife with his right hand and stabbed it diagonally, pressing the handle with his left hand. With the movement of his footsteps, he used his knife in his right hand to move through the clouds.

In the eyes of everyone, the speed of the two of them was extremely fast, and the sound of Zheng Zheng was accompanied by the sword light and sword shadow.

The sword is over the sword.

Zifeng pulled out his second straight waist knife, only to put it into the sheath again in an instant. The two passed by, each standing about seven paces away. A narrow sword wound appeared on Zifeng's left arm pressed against the hilt.

The sword just now was slightly off, and the person who used the sword had an extremely accurate grasp of the strength. Zi Feng knew that Ling Ge had withdrawn at the last moment, and the trajectory of the sword had deviated, otherwise his left arm would have been cut off.

Ling Ge's head, which was facing away from Zifeng, was slightly deflected, and when the wind pulled up his hair, he laughed, "Very good second knife flow, still as sharp as the first time I saw it." As he spoke, the long sword in his right hand slammed into the gravel, and he was half-kneeling, with two bloody streaks in the popliteal fossa of his legs.

"Go and help him and take her away!" Zi Feng heard Ling Ge's words, his eyes were complicated, and he said to the ink heroes who had broken their swords on the side.

The dozen or so ink warriors on the side each exchanged glances at each other, and took a step closer towards Zifeng, just as they were about to do it again. Zifeng's left thumb quickly pulled the blade, and his eyes glared at them violently.

The ink heroes' eyelids jumped, their footsteps suddenly stopped, and their bodies tensed.

"Let him go, and I'll explain to the giant. Ling Ge closed his eyes with his back to everyone and spoke softly.

A few people retreated, leaving a way in silence.

Seeing this, Zifeng slowly released the thumb that held the knife, put the waist knife in his right hand into the sheath, and walked towards the corridor.

"Zifeng, if you follow that group of people away, you won't have a way back, do you know? Mi'er is dead, the dead can't be saved, she hopes you live well. ”

Not far after Zifeng walked out, Ling Ge's roar suddenly sounded behind him. He paused, and after a moment of silence, his body turned sideways, pulling his head diagonally, "Ling Ge, we wanderers have never thought of turning back, she is not dead, she is my home." If she wants to lie in the coffin forever, my Zifeng is willing to accompany her forever. ”

Hearing Zifeng's words, Ling Ge's pupils dilated little by little, and he burst into laughter.

In the darkness behind him, Zifeng heard his laughter, and he stepped into the corridor and slowly walked into the darkness.

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