Volume 1 Mo Ascending Chapter 36 One City, Two People, One Pot of Wine

Guo Xiaojiu said that he still had a sword, but he clearly held the knife in his hand, and Huangfu naturally didn't believe it.

The black feathers are still standing on the head of the city, and the rain curtain in the sky does not dare to hide it, and the last reliance of the emperor is on this feather.

He may not want to let the saber boy who stood at the head of the city tonight and also fought at the head of the city die, but the black feather may not agree.

Guo Xiaojiu wanted him to die in the city, so Guo Xiaojiu staggered towards him step by step with his saber, and both of them were laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Huangfu simply moved and leaned against the wall, which would save a lot of effort, squinting his eyes and looking at Guo Xiaojiu, who was walking towards him.

"I'm afraid that sword is coming, and you won't be able to withstand it!" Guo Xiaojiu said, smiling even more.

Huangfu's smile was even worse, he laughed at this young man, he was afraid that he was not crazy or stupid, but he didn't look like it. So, after the emperor laughed awkwardly, he straightened his face and looked at the black feather.

Now, Huangfu wanted him to die, so he looked at Feather and begged the person behind him to kill Guo Xiaojiu.

Hei Yu understood what he meant, so with the momentum of wind and thunder, he cut through the rainy night and attacked Guo Xiaojiu.

Suddenly, the sky was full of dark clouds, and only the muffled thunder was heard, and the sun could not be seen.

It was night, and there was no day, but there was not even lightning to be seen, and lightning may have been, but it was obscured by the dark clouds in the sky.

Under the cloudy sky, there is the head of Longdong City, dense raindrops, as if hearing the summoning of the black feather, carrying the momentum of ten thousand jun, rushing forward.

Guo Xiaojiu held the knife and tilted his head, just glanced at the other side, he was still laughing, laughing forward and backward, not standing firm under his feet, and fell on the head of the city under the rainy night.

The rain flowing on the head of the city had already stained his clothes, so he lay down in the rain very simply, smiling.

Behind him, there was an ancient sword, a flying sword.

The flying sword was very quaint and looked extremely honest, it was resting under the night sky, inconspicuous, so no one could see when this sword appeared behind Guo Xiaojiu.

The flying sword was not eye-catching, but occasionally a few hints of crimson flashed on the blade. It has killed many people, from a hundred years ago, to the present.

The black feather must not go any further, because in front of it is the sword, the most famous sword in the entire Tang River.

Huangfu was a little annoyed and disappointed, he was stunned, looking at the sword stupidly, without the slightest expression on his face, and even deliberately pulled up his shirt with his hands and wiped the rain clean, so that he could see more clearly.

It turns out that he is not crazy, nor is he stupid, he really has a sword, the sword name is Zhan Lu, and the Tang Dynasty is invincible!

In the night sky, behind the black feather, a small white hand was quietly stretched out, and the little hand pinched the tail end of the black feather, pulled it back hard, and broke free from Zhan Lu's control.

As if afraid that the other party would find out about her small actions, the little hand quickly withdrew, and the black feather dissipated together.

She came, she went again.

But the dark clouds in the sky are rolling, and the sound of rain is long, and it is still at the head of Longdong City.

Zhan Lu Jian came quietly, and he went without any posture. There is no atmosphere, nothing is groundbreaking, and even the rain curtain of Longdong City has not been able to cut it, so it stabs towards the depths of the night sky with a fresh wind.

It came, and it went.

Above the city of Longdong, the heavy rain is still falling, but the dark clouds are gradually dispersing, and the rain is also slowing down, and even a trace of moonlight has probed through the clouds, showing a strange smile towards the city.

"It's finally quiet!" Guo Xiaojiu once again grabbed his saber and got up from the city, his gaze was still Huangfu.

"Whew!" With a deep breath, Huangfu didn't beg for mercy, he thought that he should be regarded as the number one person in this river and lake, how could he lick his face and beg for mercy, death is death, anyway, death and life are the same, but alive, will always worry about her.

Huangfu closed his eyes, leaned on the city pier effortlessly, spread his hands, he had no power to fight back, the injuries in his body were very serious, and the poisoning was also serious, deeper than the poison of the yen.

Even if he can barely survive tonight, the poison in his body and his injuries can't bring him back to the top.

can't go back to the top, so what's the use of standing behind her?

Guo Xiaojiu took two steps forward, and suddenly stopped walking, he sat down on the head of the city, less than ten steps away from Huangfu, he also found a city pier and leaned on the city pier.

The raindrops hit his face, and he didn't bother to wipe it with his hands: "If I can fly a sword, tonight, you will definitely die." ”

"Little baby, it's a pity that you won't not!" Huangfu opened his eyes, he didn't smile, this kind of big life and death, there was no wave in his heart, in case Guo Xiaojiu was standing up at a moment,......

"So, you can barely survive. Guo Xiaojiu used his last strength to take off the wine bag from his waist.

In the trembling hands, the wine bag splashed down casually, poured on Guo Xiaojiu's face, and swallowed it into his stomach together with the rain.

After that, he skimmed the wine bag and threw it to the emperor: "It's not poisonous, please drink it!"

The wine bag fell out of Huangfu's side by an arm, I don't know if Guo Xiaojiu didn't master his strength, or deliberately didn't want Huangfu to drink his wine.

The emperor didn't mind, he turned sideways and strained his fingers to hook the wine bag.

It wasn't until the wine bag was held in his hand and he lay back in his original posture that he nodded at Guo Xiaojiu.

A city, two people, a pot of wine, thousands of rains, a night.

In Longdong City, five hundred ironclad guards came to the city head again, and they raised their eyes to look at the top of the city head.

After making sure that there was no major movement, the leading general waved his hand and signaled that his soldiers could climb to the top of the city.

The five hundred ironclad guards were divided into two groups, one from the east to the top of the city, and the other from the west.

The city guards who were in charge of the night watch witnessed the changes in the city tonight, and when these ironclad guards came to the city again, they quickly slipped away, and did not forget to look at this group of ironclad guards with pitiful eyes before leaving.

A large number of ironclad guards ascended to the top of the city, and soon they found two men lying on the mound.

Above the city, there were sword marks and knife marks, a knife lay on Guo Xiaojiu's side, and a sword was thrown six or seven steps outside Huangfu's body at will.

There was also a broken wooden battle, which was thrown far away, and the dagger was not far away, and it was inserted on another city pier outside the emperor's body.

Huangfu threw the wine bag on the city pier behind him, these times, he had accumulated some strength, he knew that Guo Xiaojiu was also accumulating, so he didn't think about making a move on Guo Xiaojiu.

"I'm leaving, see you another day. Huangfu had already stood up, looked north, and gently patted his clothes a few times, but his clothes that had long been soaked by the rain could be patted clean.

It may have been because he had drunk alcohol before, which made him cough again.

He can only always pinch a sleeve to cover the side of his mouth, as long as he lives, he will remember her, and since he remembers her, he has to go to see her.

Therefore, the emperor ignored the cold gaze of those ironclad guards and jumped off the city.

The five hundred ironclad guards could not stop it, because the leading general had just ascended to the top of the city and had not given an order.

Even if the general gave an order, they had to weigh their own weight, but they could see clearly under the city before, to take down these two people, how many of their five hundred iron armor could be left after tonight?

If that sword, or the vision of heaven and earth that they saw on the way here, any one of them would be gone, and most of the five hundred iron armor and one thousand iron armor would not be enough.

The strange thing is that the emperor went down to the city, but Guo Xiaojiu just picked up the saber and picked up the saber, he didn't take back the wine bag, he looked at the back of the city and shook his head gently.

If Huangfu knew that Guo Xiaojiu just now, even now, he would not even be able to leave the scene safely from the gaze of these five hundred iron armors, and even, even if these iron armors did not do anything at all.

There was a middle-aged monk at the head of the city, who suddenly appeared and stood beside Guo Xiaojiu, who also held a pot of wine in his hand.

Who said that monks can't drink, he likes to drink and likes to kill.

"Hmph!" The monk stared at the back with a smile, and threw the wine down the city, he was very unhappy: "It's better to come late, and if you come early, he won't be able to leave." ”

Seeing that Guo Xiaojiu didn't answer, Bukong could only touch his head in embarrassment: "You kid is good, you deserve to have something to do with that old man, and you really made a good shot, you said that if you used that sword when we met for the first time, what would it be called? What do you say we would have been the result at that time?"

Guo Xiaojiu turned his head slightly, glared at him with disdain, withdrew the saber from the scabbard, and put the Dao Sword back into the scabbard with great effort: "Even if there was that sword at that time, could I hurt you?"