However, Wang Liefeng, who had always spoken gently and softly, suddenly said coldly: "Why are you asking this?" At the same time, he stepped forward quickly, towards the same position that Hua Lian had just attacked him, and rolled over with his elbow arm on one side, his body was like a wave, and the momentum of change was like a dragon, floating and sinking, flashing and moving, agile and agile, rigid and soft, light footwork, and the momentum of his hand was extremely fast and swift like a roar. Hua Lian was startled, rolling his knife, he heard a huge bang, the sound was so loud that he suspected that it was a spark. The next second, as if he suddenly remembered something, he shouted: "I hit you! My knife touched you! You lost!"

"Ah......" Wang Liefeng said, "It's not a blade." ”

Suddenly, Hua Lian was shocked, and his hands were light. He looked at his knife in amazement, the blade was intact, but the hilt was shattered into seven or eight knots under the loud bang just now—such a small and short hilt, even if it was slashed countless times on horseback on the battlefield, even if the edge of the knife was blunted, it would not be broken, but it was destroyed in such a sudden manner.

Hua Lian was just about to dodge, Wang Liefeng suddenly used his hand as a knife and slashed at his head and neck, Hua Lian's eyes flashed with gold stars, flickering bright and dark, and he heard Wang Liefeng's voice: "The battle situation is changing rapidly, and only a head-to-head confrontation with the strongest person on the entire battlefield can be regarded as murder, and the rest of the moments are just a chance encounter with their own prey." You can do that, but I can't, I have to be better than everybody, and I have to live. - The battlefield is much more brutal than you think, and you look down on people for no reason. I send you the same words. ”

Hua Lian felt light. Wang Liefeng's hand knife was not very strong, he understood that if he really used ten force, his head would no longer be on his neck, but on the ground half a mile away. And now, Wang Liefeng seemed to be slashing at his neck, and the direction of force was indeed from top to bottom, from the outside to the inside, this force swam in his body like a flying dragon, found his heart and slammed into it, boom! Hua Lian staggered back two steps. Hua Lian was lifted up by an invisible force, like a weeping willow that had grown in the ground for more than ten or twenty years being pulled out by the roots. Bang! His ribcage suddenly sunken, and he kept flying backwards. Ah, it turns out that flying is how it feels.

All of this happened so quickly that no one except Hua Lian noticed what kind of fist it was. Hua Lian mixed in the martial arts hall in his early years, knowing that Wang Liefeng made the purest, complete, fierce and abnormal dragon-shaped fist, like a dragon, the strength has a great relationship with his own strength, and if the internal force is insufficient, he will change from a dragon to a snake, and if he can't withstand the reverse impact of the dragon-shaped fist, he will be counterattacked. Wang Liefeng is obviously very young, but he already has such a strong internal force, all the moves he made did not move a single shot, but for him, all martial arts have become common under this unfathomable internal support, indeed as he said, if you like it, you can learn it, it is just a lack of external "shape", it is easy.

Hua Lian thought to himself, but it was a pity that he was the only one who understood this kind of wonder. He couldn't control the direction he was flying in now, he only knew that if he continued to fly towards this place, he would reach the edge of this barren land, which was an extremely steep Gobi, with rocks underneath, stabbing upwards in all directions, and falling from a high place, he would definitely be pierced thoroughly.

He heard the crowd shouting and someone shouting his name. There are those who are timid, and they have already covered their eyes and started crying - although this is already a sign of mental disorder, Hua Lian is still very touched that someone will be moved by his death, and he has no regrets in this life.

Then, he heard Wang Liefeng snort softly: "Tie Yu, go!"

Suddenly, his beautiful horse was neighing with its head up, restless on all fours, and began to stomp around in the stable, neighing and trying to come out. A few people who were still watching it and making fun of it hurriedly unlocked the door to let it out, but they did not wait for them to open the door, but only at the moment when they pulled the latch, the horse took a few steps back, and galloped forward violently, and in front of the door his head was raised, his neck was slightly stretched forward, and he jumped up, and his legs were in the air, and his white body was stretched out, bright and smooth, like a moonlight turning into a knife, and flew in front of them. Its soft, smooth, slightly longer fur whipped a cool breeze, and its tail as loose as a waterfall swept across the face of one of them, like silver silk satin, like a woman's gentle hand, like a gentle breeze on a young summer night.

However, its strength should not be underestimated, and the stables could not restrain it at all, and such a height was nothing for it, and it passed with a slight leap. Its speed is even faster, the moment its front hooves touch the ground, its sturdy hind legs immediately pick up, and kick towards the ground, da-da! Its forefeet rise and fall again, run, take off, da- In the blink of an eye, it advanced dozens of steps, and it got closer and closer to Hualian, and it chased easily, because what it was chasing was always only the long river of time, and it was the support of the infinite world of the nothingness of the shuttle. Such a view is truly stunning, a flash in the pan, a glimpse of the moonlight.

At the moment when Hua Lian was about to fall, at the highest point in mid-air, his whole person was turned over, looking down from above, and when the world was upside down and dizzy, he saw a moonlight pouring into his sight above his head. It was a silver-white trembling light, a bright red with a little bit of blood drops in the white, accompanied by a da- "Ahh He was carried back from the Gobi by this horse and sent to Wang Liefeng, where he stopped steadily.

Wang Liefeng's eyes were gentle, he stroked the horse's head, and said softly, "Thank you, Tie Yu." The horse lowered his head and rubbed his arm, a child who loved to listen to praise.

“...... Thanks a lot. Hua Lian was shocked and convinced, but still added, "I originally wanted to push you down there." ”

"Really?" Wang Liefeng smiled, "You are very familiar with the terrain and very confident." As it happens, I've also looked at this place. ”

Hua Lian snorted and said, "Yes, if you're lucky, you can actually beat me." You're really good, better than all the bales you've come before...... The same is the one who has been abandoned, only you have not given up on yourself. By the way, your name is not Wang Dashu, what is your name?"

"Wang Liefeng. It is the meaning of the autumn maple leaf. ”

"Wang Sunsin's son, is it not a utilitarian name, but just a landscape...... Forget it, who would have thought that such a thing would happen. Ah, sure enough, a great person, even such a horse for ornamentation can be trained into a good war horse. ”

Wang Liefeng tilted his head and said, "It was originally a war horse." ”

Wang Liefeng's temper was very good, but Tie Yu didn't seem to be very happy, he hissed, pouted his hooves suddenly, and his body jumped and shook. He screamed in pain, and said again and again: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Tie Yu, it's my mistake, don't be angry with me, you are my savior, you are my father!"

There was a dead silence around, and it seemed that the fear of Wang Liefeng had reached its peak. However, when Wang Liefeng smiled, everyone couldn't hold back anymore and burst into laughter and applause.

Iron Feather's excellence is not limited to beauty. The average horse has seventeen pairs of ribs and five lumbar vertebrae, but with eighteen ribs and six lumbar vertebrae, it is much stronger than the average horse and can easily lift heavy loads. The bones of its whole body are tight and strong, the bones of its four legs are extremely hard, the soles of its feet are as solid as rock steel, and its patience is also tenacious.

It's a pity that such a sacred horse, which is close to the legend, can't escape the passage of time and the cruelty of war.

The last time I fought side by side with Wang Liefeng was a year ago, that is, six years after we first met. It was still an ordinary battle, so ordinary that it was no different from every previous battle, so that Wang Liefeng was numb to it. However, he didn't notice that even such frequent and boring battles were still deadly, and if a person brushed shoulders with death many times, even the lucky person would be detected by death and come up with a knife.

Wang Liefeng's only negligence was here, causing his whole person to become a bloody hedgehog, the arrow pierced his whole body, he couldn't react, and he lay frozen in the pile of dead people for several days, until Tie Yu ran over and rubbed his face, he woke up like a dream, and was pulled to the edge of the cliff by death. He climbed up with all his might, and Iron Feather carried him, his blood flowing onto Iron Feather, to its blood-red markings.

And Tie Yu was also covered in blood. The number of wounds on its body is comparable to Wang Liefeng, or even more, but it is not the same as a human being, it lacks the inner qi and soul, so it runs back with a thought, and does not stop letting life pass, and when it reaches a place where there are people, it hisses, collapses violently, convulses a few times and does not move, and Wang Liefeng was treated and finally survived. When he woke up, he hugged Tie Yu's corpse and wept bitterly, he had never cried so badly, like a child.

Wang Liefeng missed Tie Yu a little. Tie Yu is a pain in Wang Liefeng's heart, maybe everything is as Hua Lian said, a horse as beautiful as Tie Yu really shouldn't go to the battlefield. And the fact is that he has lost count of how many times he has been born and died, and Tie Yu often accompanies him, walking all over the mountains and rivers, stepping on the cold corpse, and it has also been rewarded with Wang Liefeng in gold and silver, but in the end, he still has to return to the Shura battlefield mixed with filthy blood, and become a member of the nameless corpse.

When he thought about it, it was freezing cold, and the cold wind blew through it like the hiss of an iron feather—was it an iron feather? Is it? Wang Liefeng looked up blankly, what was that distant, pale and bright light? Under that light, a little bright red in the snowy white, mottled, he couldn't be more familiar, wasn't it Tie Yu's back?

- How could it be, how did you meet Iron Feather here. Wang Liefeng's eyes were hot, it was the only bit of temperature he could feel at this moment, and this poor warmth quickly froze into ice under the hurricane, he suddenly reacted, cold, so cold, motionless because of despair, death will come to visit in an instant, maybe seeing Tie Yu is such an omen!

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

He stood up tremblingly, barely took two steps back, calmed down, and choked up, "Tie Yu." ”

Iron Feather ran towards him, da-da-da, da-da, the sound of horses' hooves turned into the metal sound of brushing, brushing, brushing, the sound of the tip of a knife, the entanglement of cold and pain, it was sweeping towards him, it was to pierce his body, it was to kill him, it was an illusion - get out of the way!

Tie Yu brushed past him, its smooth and silky bright hair picked up his clothes, and tore off a large piece of the cloth on his left arm, shattering it like a maple leaf being swept into the sky by a violent wind and flying in all directions, it was a pale elegy, it was the broken moonlight, the mountains and rivers were scattered, it was the destruction and dissipation of memories, it was no longer there.

Wang Liefeng turned his head - there was nothing behind him, it seemed that just this collision made Tie Yu disappear without a trace.

- What's going on?

He hesitated, but then he heard a hissing sound, and the hissing turned into the sound of swords, the sound of gold and stones, and the sound of bells, Wang Liefeng turned his head suddenly, it was still an iron feather, its speed was faster, the light was greater, and the red spots on its back were deeper and more vivid. Wang Liefeng remembered that there were still two arrows in his hand, so he immediately touched his waist, took out one, and pointed at the galloping horse, using the arrow as a knife - there was no bow. However, this arrow seemed to have life in his hand, and his colleague who made the arrow flashed to the side, and the horse once again collided with it and rushed over, and at the moment of collision with the arrow, it made a clear sound of "Zheng".

As soon as this voice came out, Wang Liefeng immediately became alert: this voice is very familiar to him, it is a weapon, and it is a rare weapon!

He tempted with arrows, not to block or defeat it, but to find the truth behind the illusion. He was caught up in the formation of this extremely cold storm by the snow phoenix, and since the snow phoenix was an illusion, then the place he was in must be an illusion within an illusion.

It seemed to be a long one to the sound and the force, otherwise it wouldn't have been so ethereal and clear, and it was a good weapon, if he could get a glimpse of it for what it really was. Spears, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, hammers, sticks, lances, clubs, crutches, ...... What is the truth behind Tie Yu's hallucination? Tie Yu disappeared again, Wang Liefeng frowned and thought back - it seems that the first two attacks erupted from the same point in the distance, that must be the place where Tie Yu appeared, maybe this is some hint.

So Wang Liefeng began to move forward with difficulty. Ah, that's right. With each step he took, the temperature was lower than the previous one, and the wind was stronger, and even the boundless illusion seemed to narrow a little. Wang Liefeng decided that it was here, and he went all the way forward. The frequency of Tie Yu's appearance is getting higher and higher, and the difficulty of avoiding it is getting bigger and bigger, Wang Liefeng frowned and gritted his teeth, stubbornly resisting the fierce wind, Tie Yu rushed again, and the sharp gust of wind brought up tore his clothes, cut off a handful of his hair, and left a long wound on his arm, which should have bled endlessly, but because it was too cold here and the wind was too strong, the wound did not squeeze out a drop of blood.

He looked up and saw the body of Iron Feather crashing in, snow-white and almost transparent, and the mottled red dots might be his own blood. He froze, looked suddenly, and suddenly saw in the rushing sword light the vague outline of a weapon, with a pointed head and a long, straight body, which stretched from a distance, and the farther it went, the more it resembled itself.

Brighter and brighter, colder and colder, and painful, Wang Liefeng was scarred all over his body, and the truth he was looking for was right in front of him. When he arrived, a silver light suddenly flashed, and the color of the metal burst out, and the body of the iron feather formed in the white light.

Wang Liefeng took a deep breath, threw away the arrow suddenly, and put his hands out, a dragon claw hand was majestic - his middle finger protruded like a dragon claw, moving quickly, with a sense of the dragon's leaderlessness, moving like a yellow dragon rolling water, pushing a boat in the waves, like mountains and rivers shaking, irrepressible, although the contraction of this set of techniques is laughing, but it integrates "blocking, defending, and attacking", and can quickly resist multiple attacks. His hands roamed quickly, reaching into the horse's silky mane, into its ethereal body, and grasping at its cracked bones of steel—bridges with bridges, bridges without bridges, bridges without bridges, and only this time, he had to dig up the bloody truth.

- It's smooth and cold, the handle of a weapon!

The moment he grabbed this weapon, he was shocked by the murderous aura emanating from its body, and the moment he flinched, suddenly the cold wind howled wildly, and the bitter howl was like a wolf, covering the sky and the earth, deafening, and all the cold swept towards him.

Wang Liefeng took a deep breath and calmed down, he recalled the blood-stained battlefield, the endless sword clashes and humiliations. Thinking like this, his anger suddenly surged, burning endlessly, burning so that the sky and the earth were shattered, the sun and the moon were gone, he suddenly increased the strength in his hand, pulled the weapon out, and then roared angrily: "Come out for me!"

He drew his weapon, and he saw what it looked like—it was a slender spear with a metallic glow, more than a foot long, the head of the spear was like a snake, the tip was unusually sharp, and the thin blades on both sides rattled, it was the center of the formation!

The moment the gun was drawn, Wang Liefeng's world began to tremble, he saw the sky shatter, the ground rose, the fragments turned into fluttering snowflakes in mid-air, the sky brightened, and returned to the white in the courtyard that he was familiar with. The storm cleared, the cold dissipated, and the snowflakes on his eyelashes and the tip of his nose melted rapidly.

- It's finally out.

- It's great to be back in this real, warm world.