Three days later, the major states competed for the first place, and then in early September, when the eight hundred flowers were exhausted, they climbed to the top of Broken Sword Mountain to compete for the emperor of the hundred sects. The time is getting closer, and there is not much time left for Fengshenxiu.

Boost your strength!

This is the greatest urgency in Feng Shenxiu's heart, and after this battle just now, he deeply understands the rules of this world.

The strong are respected, the law of the jungle.

If you have the strength to dominate the world, why should you participate in the Hundred Sects Competition and come here to be insulted by others. In this world where power is paramount, only with strong strength can we have the right to speak and the so-called dignity.

No strength, dignity is just a joke!

Standing on the edge of the bridge, his eyes narrowed slightly to hide the mood swings in his heart. Feng Shenxiu realized the lowliness of his strength, and the kind of humiliation when facing a famous and strong man made Feng Shenxiu feel unhappy, and he had a feeling of almost going crazy.

"Let's go!"

The knuckles of his hands clenched into fists are all white, this kind of humiliation Feng Shenxiu doesn't want to suffer, and he doesn't want to experience it again. This time, the hundred sects are determined to win the Fengshenxiu, so improving the strength has become the most urgent thing in front of the Fengshenxiu.

Night falls, and the moon is in the sky.

Feng Shenxiu hid the shame in his heart, bathed in the cold moonlight and walked through the streets of Nanjing. At the end of August, the weather was slightly cold, and the autumn wind blew with a hint of coolness to drive away the anger in Fengshenxiu's chest.

Under the moonlight, the young man's hair fluttered, and the magic power lightly folded, scattering on his face to look a little weird. The anger in his chest was surging, the expression on his face became more and more calm, and his clenched fists slowly parted and clenched, and the pinching turned white.

Nanjing has always been regarded as a place of "royal spirit" and is suitable to be the "capital of the emperor". There is Zhongshan Longpan in the east of Nanjing, there is Stone Mountain Tiger in the west, Qinhuai River is guarded in the south, and Xuanwu Lake is in the north of the city, which just forms the form of the green dragon, the white tiger, the red bird, and the Xuanwu "four beasts of feng shui". Legend has it that the ancestor of the Great Chu State, Long Xiang Yu, ordered Wu Anjun to chisel off the stone hill in order to vent the king's anger, which made Nanjing slightly withered a lot.

The sparks are lit up under the cover of night, giving the world a touch of light. Pedestrians come and go in a hurry, returning home or nostalgic. All this is very close to Fengshenxiu but so far away, at this moment, Fengshenxiu is not in his eyes, and he only has his own hundred thoughts entangled.

"Murmuring,"

The moat flowed, and all things in heaven and earth made their voices in this cold earth. Hundreds of insects are contending, and the stall owner is playing with his tongue, adding a touch of warmth.

"Hey!"

With a long sigh, Feng Shenxiu finally let go of the sorrow in his heart and broke free of himself. As far as the eye can see, the three thousand miles of moat is like mercury pouring under the moonlight, which is fatal and moving. Standing beside the moat, Feng Shenxiu had a trace of tranquility, and the melancholy suddenly disappeared.

The silver light was stellar, and several black spots appeared in the endless silver waves above the three-thousand-mile moat, which continued to magnify in Feng Shenxiu's eyes. The demonic power worked until the eyes of Feng Shenxiu pierced through the space, and the scene above the river suddenly appeared clearly in Feng Shenxiu's eyes.

"Red Boat!"

It can also be called a flower boat, which is the stronghold of major green buildings. Looking far away, I saw that the ship was more than ten feet high, divided into two floors, extremely large, divided into more than a dozen rooms, the ship was brightly lit, and the strange fragrance came from a smell of rouge gouache.

Feng Shenxiu sighed slightly in his heart when he saw this: "The world is uneven, soldiers and horses are stationed at the border, and there are often countless casualties in small-scale battles, and there are many mourning all over the field. And here it is singing and dancing, whitewashing the peace!"

There is nothing more than this in the world.

smoke cage cold water moon cage sand,

Night park Qinhuai near the restaurant.

The merchant girl does not know the hatred of the country,

Across the river, you still sing the flower in the vestibule.

Suddenly, Feng Shenxiu's heart was agitated, and he suddenly remembered a poem that he thought was quite suitable for this scene and chanted it casually. The appearance of these red mansions made Feng Shenxiu feel like he continued to stay, and his footsteps moved slightly, and Feng Shenxiu turned around and planned to leave.

"Good poetry, good poetry,"

"Childe stays!"

At the moment when Feng Shenxiu turned around and was about to leave, a rough voice pierced the sky, slightly surprised, and when he turned around, he saw a figure crossing the three thousand miles of moat.

The body is like a dragon, mighty and majestic.

Before this figure arrived, it gave people the smell of a veteran of a hundred battles, the smell of rust, and the smell of blood came to the face. Fengshenxiu doesn't need to look at it to already know that it will not be easy for someone to come, and he is definitely a veteran of a hundred battles. Otherwise, the momentum would definitely not be so tragic and domineering.

"What?"

Feng Shenxiu was in a bad mood, and he was even more affected by the night singing of the Red Mansion, which was extremely bad. In the face of the sudden arrival, although Feng Shenxiu did not speak ill of each other, he did not give a good face.

"Childe is so literary and contemptuous that he is deeply touched by it, so he wants to make friends with Childe. The comer's words were straightforward, without too many twists and turns. In just a few words, he came behind Feng Shenxiu, and at the same time put his hand on Feng Shenxiu's shoulder.

"Let go!"

Feng Shenxiu shouted angrily in his heart at the moment when the comer's hand just put on his shoulder. The killing sword in his hand poked upside down and attacked the hand of the comer, and at the same time, his left foot quickly kicked and attacked the opponent's lower yin.

Attack ruthlessly, move to kill!

"Ping Pong, Ping Pong"

The two exchanged more than a dozen moves in an instant, and Feng Shenxiu retreated again and again. The arm shook and hurt, the tiger's mouth cracked, and there was a trace of blood flowing out. Feng Shenxiu's heart shook trembly, and the man who came out halfway was not highly cultivated, but his attacks were exquisite, and every step was in the flaw, or where the two moves were connected.

In just a few tenths of a second, all the gaps were caught by this person, which couldn't help but be shocked. "Peng" faced each other with two fists, and the two ended the fight in the most violent way, which did not make the slightest sense. Feng Shenxiu moved his slightly numb arm and smiled at the visitor: "Haven't you asked for the name of Brother Taizun?"

"Broken Sword!"

The answer is simple but a little puzzling, the broken sword is an ordinary to weird name. Hearing this, Feng Shenxiu glanced at the middle-aged man slightly, and his heart moved to understand that this was a man with a story. Fortunately, Fengshenxiu is not a boring person, and he doesn't specifically ask about other people's privacy, just smiled lightly.

"Brother Broken, meeting is fate, let's have two drinks and go!" Feng Shenxiu also had a good impression of this straightforward man, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the tavern that was still open and invited Broken Sword.

If you don't meet at the end of the world, you meet is fate.

......

"Xiao Er, put your signature dish on the table, a pot of the purest wine!"

Feng Shenxiu and Broken Sword sat opposite each other, and only then did they clearly look at the face of this middle-aged man. I saw that the not very handsome or even some ordinary face had traces of time, and the dead gray pupils were as plain as water, and occasionally a trace of unwillingness could be seen.

"Brother Duan is a soldier?" Feng Shenxiu said tentatively, seeing this person, especially the kind of veterans of a hundred battles, Feng Shenxiu was moved, and a plan that had been brewing for a long time came to mind.

"Let Childe laugh," Broken Sword frowned as if in extreme pain, and then calmed down: "It used to be, but now it's not." ”

There are not many words, but there is extreme bitterness and bitter hatred.