After this deep talk, Lu Xiaofeng and Dugumei can be regarded as friends of life and death.

Dugumei waved her hand and told Lu Xiaofeng that he could take Lu Xiaofeng out of this wood, and the two of them would not die here.

Moreover, he can not only take Lu Xiaofeng out of this forest, but also make Zhao Mingyuan unable to find him for the rest of his life.

Lu Xiaofeng was puzzled: "Do you know the road?" Then why didn't you show the way before? ”

At this moment, someone suddenly walked over and a pale man.

Pale face, pale hands, pale sword, white as snow.

Lu Xiaofeng almost thought that he had seen Ximen blowing snow.

I thought that Simon had come to save himself by blowing snow, so I didn't have to be happy in vain.

Dugumei said: "Do you think he is Ximen blowing snow?" No, his surname is Ye, and his name is Ye Guhong. He is obviously related to Ye Gucheng, but he looks like the son of Ximen Blowing Snow. ”

Lu Xiaofeng said: "It's indeed a bit like." ”

While the two were talking, someone flew down like a swallow, still a pink swallow.

He had a girlish face, and was dressed in a well-tailored pink robe, with a pink leather bag hanging diagonally from his pink belt.

Not only that, but even the pink expression in his eyes when he looked at Lu Xiaofeng.

Lu Xiaofeng almost wanted to vomit.

Over there, Pink Swallow and Ye Guhong have already discussed the division of accounts, and they naturally share Lu Xiaofeng and Dugumei.

But he didn't want to, the two were talking, and Ye Guhong suddenly stabbed a sword into Pink Swallow's heart.

Probably he can't stand this guy anymore.

Ye Guhong is indeed very similar to Ximen Blowing Snow, not only does he look like him, but even after killing someone, he blows off the last drop of blood on the tip of the sword.

This is a unique habit of Ximen Blowing Snow, and he learns every movement very similarly.

It's just that Lu Xiaofeng knows that he is not Ximen blowing snow, absolutely not.

Simon blew the snow off the last drop of blood on the tip of his sword, just as the night returnee in the snow shook off the last snowflake on his clothes.

He blows not blood, but snow, and loneliness.

And now Ye Guhong's eyes were filled with indescribable excitement and excitement, like a recruiter who was about to rush into the snowstorm.

He blows blood, not snow.

He probably doesn't understand the truth that those who learn from me live and those who resemble me die.

Ye Guhong asked Lu Xiaofeng, "What do you think of my sword just now?" ”

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Good swordsmanship." ”

Ye Guhong said: "It's a good swordsmanship." ”

Then he asked, "How is this sword compared to Simon blowing snow?" ”

Lu Xiaofeng said: "I think the whole Jianghu knows about this matter." Simon Blowing Snow's sword was the only weapon I wasn't sure I could hold with these two fingers. ”

Ye Guhong said: "So, are you sure to hold my sword?" ”

Lu Xiaofeng nodded.

Ye Guhong's pale face suddenly turned red, and he didn't know whether he was ashamed or angry.

Suddenly, Ye Guhong asked, "What about Zhao Mingyuan?"

You don't mean that there is only Simon blowing snow's sword, you are not sure to clamp it.

And what about his?

Aren't you being hunted down by him all over the world because you are not sure to hold his sword? ”

Ye Guhong thought that he had seized the loophole in Lu Xiaofeng's words.

Unexpectedly, Lu Xiaofeng replied: "Sure." ”

Ye Guhong asked suspiciously: "Then why did you run away, and you were chased and killed so badly by him." Is it because of guilt? But it doesn't look like you're that kind of person, otherwise you wouldn't be able to do such a disgusting thing. ”

Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly, it seems that not only Zhao Mingyuan's reputation in the rivers and lakes is not good, but I am afraid that his reputation will be even worse.

However, he still replied: "Because Zhao Mingyuan is not a swordsman who specializes in kendo and has no distractions like Ximen Fuxue, he is not only a sword. ”

In fact, no one knows Zhao Mingyuan's horror better than Lu Xiaofeng.

Ye Guhong seemed to be very satisfied that Zhao Mingyuan's sword was not as good as Ximen Blowing Snow, but he seemed to be dissatisfied with being underestimated by Lu Xiaofeng.

Ye Guhong frowned, looked at Lu Xiaofeng's condition, and saw that he seemed to be extremely embarrassed, obviously extremely weak caused by long-term hunger and exhaustion, and there were many wounds on his body, but fortunately they were not fatal.

Ye Guhong said to Lu Xiaofeng: "Can you still hold my sword now?" ”

Lu Xiaofeng said: "You can try." ”

Ye Guhong was furious and said, "You are already so weak, you dare to underestimate me, then let you see how powerful I am." ”

As he spoke, Ye Guhong drew his sword and stabbed at Lu Xiaofeng.

His sword shot has the characteristics of lightness, viciousness, and pungency, and in addition to the Wudang swordsmanship of his descendants, he also integrates the specialties of at least two other swordsmanship.

This sword is already the essence of his swordsmanship, and it is also a deadly sword that leaves no way back.

This sword went straight to Lu Xiaofeng's middle palace, and it seemed that Lu Xiaofeng was going to be nailed here.

And now Lu Xiaofeng is already exhausted, can he still block this sword?

You can always believe in Lu Xiaofeng's spiritual finger, just as he himself believes.

For, these two fingers of his were better than all the blades, and the sword had stopped between his two fingers.

Ye Guhong's face was completely bloodless, and it turned out that he was really far away.

He suddenly asked, "With your skills, you can't even catch a sword from Ximen Blowing Snow?" ”

Lu Xiaofeng sighed and said, "I know you've seen his shots, but the people watching from the side will never be able to understand the speed of his sword when he makes a move." ”

Ye Guhong took out a paper roll from his sleeve and threw it to Lu Xiaofeng, then took out a piece of oiled paper bag and a bottle of wine from his arms and carefully placed them on the ground.

Ye Guhong said: "This is the detailed map of going out of the forest and into the mountain, these beef and wine are enough for you to last until you enter the mountain villa." ”

After sending these, he actually stabbed his chest with a backhand sword.

Lu Xiaofeng said: "I don't want to kill you, why do you want to do this?" ”

Ye Guhong struggled and said: "I have been learning swords for 20 years, and I am confident that I am invincible in the world, and only Ximen Blowing Snow can be my opponent, so I have already made an appointment to fight with Ximen Blowing Snow at the top of the purple gold at Duanyang at noon." ”

Lu Xiaofeng said: "This year's Duanyang noon? ”

Ye Guhong nodded and said, "Although I am not sure of victory, I am confident that I can still fight with him, but when I see your skills today, I know that even if I study for another twenty years, I am afraid that I will definitely not be his opponent......"

Speaking of this, he couldn't go on, but Lu Xiaofeng already understood.

If he doesn't go, of course, he won't be able to see his friends again, and if he goes, he will also be humiliated.

Because, he suddenly found that the gap between his swordsmanship and Ximen Blowing Snow was too big.

Even Lu Xiaofeng couldn't catch Ximen's trick of blowing snow, but he was not even as good as Lu Xiaofeng, and the distance between them had already told him how arrogant he was.

In his opinion, this humiliation is far more difficult to accept than death.

Lu Xiaofeng had already shown pity and said, "You died for this?" ”

Ye Guhong nodded hard.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed and whispered a few words in his ear.

Ye Guhong's face suddenly distorted, and his eyes showed a relieved expression, staring at Lu Xiaofeng.

Then he fell.

Strangely, when he fell, there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ye Guhong fell, and Lu Xiaofeng and Dugumei came to the Netherworld Villa with this map in and out of the mountains and forests.

(End of chapter)