Chapter 89 Never Lost!

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Feng Hanming and the prodigal goose confronted each other, between the two, the atmosphere was obviously tense, but it was not on the verge of breaking out, the stalemate that almost made the air freeze, making the whole space seem to be extremely oppressive.

Feng Hanming looked at the prodigal goose's expression, full of complex emotions, anger, hatred, helplessness, and unwillingness...... All kinds of emotions are intertwined, making the wind chill at this moment very different from the monk who usually gives the impression of being extremely calm and composed.

And the prodigal son of the goose, after the wind and frost, the vicissitudes of life, on the face, it seems that there will never be any fluctuations, he calmly looked at the wind and cold, without saying a word.

The breeze came slowly, blowing the clothes of the two, and the two people standing in the wind faced each other, always silent.

The breeze lifted the messy hair of the prodigal goose, and if you look carefully at this time, you will find that this vicissitudes of life face is somewhat similar to the wind chilling on the other side.

Feng Hanming is handsome and handsome, and he is the most dazzling representative of the young generation of the Tianfeng Ancient Clan, but the prodigal son Yan has a face of wind and frost and lives in the world, just a prodigal son with a precarious sword.

These two people are completely different worlds.

But why do they have some similarities in appearance? It's just similar, it's nothing, after all, it's not surprising that there is a person with a similar appearance, or even the same in the world.

But between the two, there is obviously a connection, standing face to face at this time, although they don't say a word, anyone can feel it, and under the silence of the two, there is an inextricable relationship.

"What the hell are the two of them trying to do?!!"

Behind the gap in the boulder, Murong Youyue frowned, these two monks stood like a stake, and it had been quite a short time.

The wind blew through the trees, the leaves rustled, and the long sword hanging from the waist of the prodigal son shook gently.

Feng Hanming's gaze fell on the long sword on the waist of the prodigal son, and immediately after, an angry hatred suddenly rose in his eyebrows.

This unsheathed sword touched a certain place in Feng Hanming's heart, so that his emotions could no longer be suppressed, and a majestic yuan force suddenly burst out from his body.

"Boom!"

With him as the center, the smoke and dust under his feet exploded instantly, and a shock wave raged like a wave in all directions, passing along the way, the trees were broken in unison, the bluestone exploded, and the earth was in shambles.

"Why ?!!"

Feng Hanming's face darkened, with undisguised anger, he roared, and even a terrifying-looking green tendon appeared on his forehead.

If a monk who is familiar with Feng Hanming sees him like this, he will definitely drop his jaw in surprise, is this still the first person of the Tianfeng Ancient Clan who can be calm and calm in the face of anything?!

Feng Hanming himself didn't know when the last time his mood was so turbulent, his emotions were so angry, and he was even a little uncontrollable.

However, everything is excusable.

Because at this moment, he is facing the most different person in his life, a person who can be said to have changed the trajectory of his life.

Facing Feng Hanming's angry questioning, the prodigal son Yan's face still had no waves, but in the depths of his eyes, a touch of unwillingness flashed.

Seeing that the prodigal goose did not react, Feng Hanming suddenly laughed, and his laughter, in the dim woods, was actually carried with a kind of poignant misery.

"From the moment you defected to your people, I swore that I would capture you, even if I killed you with my own hands, without frowning. ”

Feng Hanming laughed, but his eyes looked at the prodigal goose, and there was a look of great determination in his eyes, and at the same time, there was a resentment that spread in his eyes like venom.

"Finally, it's the day!!"

After Feng Hanming finished speaking, in his body, the majestic Yuan Force erupted again, and at that level, it was even more terrifying, and the ground around him began to crack continuously.

In front of the monk who had been silent all along, with an expression so cold that he didn't seem to know him, Feng Hanming stopped talking nonsense, and at the same time as the powerful yuan force burst out, his body flashed and disappeared in place.

"Whew!"

It was as if there was a wind sweeping across the earth, setting off countless fallen leaves, and among the fluttering leaves, a white light, like a fluttering butterfly, shuttled through the fallen leaves, approaching the prodigal goose.

Feng Hanming's figure, extremely elegant, swept between the fallen leaves, it turned out to be very freehand, and a whirlwind appeared beside him, making his speed skyrocket again.

"Poof!"

In the fallen leaves, the cold light flashed, and in the hand of the wind and cold, a light cyan long sword suddenly appeared, and the sharp blade, as soon as it appeared, there was a dangerous aura spreading out, like that, as if it could cut space.

"The Way of the Wind!"

In the deep eyes, the reflection of the rapidly approaching figure of Feng Hanming, the fluctuating white, finally appeared a touch on the face of the prodigal son.

He couldn't help but mumble to himself.

The next moment, the prodigal son goose held the unsheathed blade on his waist, and then his body shook slightly, and the fallen leaves flew away, and his figure was already like a gust of wind, roaring out quickly.

The two figures, between their moves, turned out to have the same aura, seeing this scene, Murong Youyue's brows furrowed, and his eyes flashed with doubts.

"Woohoo Woo

Immediately after, two wind-like figures quickly staggered in the fallen leaves, and the rapid sound of breaking the wind instantly resounded continuously.

The two of them seemed to have turned into two storms, constantly colliding, and at that rapid speed, they couldn't catch the figures of the two at all, and they could only see the shock wave exploding everywhere in the space, and at the same time emitting a muffled sound.

"Bang!"

Feng Hanming and the prodigal son of the goose, after a hard regret, separated, the two of them fluttered to the ground, that kind of light posture, it actually looked extremely freehand and chic.

In the eyes of the prodigal son, the brilliance flickered, and he, who had never spoken, finally spoke.

"You've gotten stronger, Xiaoming!"

The undisturbed voice did not carry the slightest emotion, but it fell on Feng Hanming's ears, but it made his body suddenly shake, a familiar and unfamiliar voice, a familiar and resentful title.

"If you want to slash you, you naturally need to become stronger!"

Feng Hanming gritted his teeth and said, in those eyes, there was anger rising, but for some reason, the corners of his eyes were a little moist, and the voice that suddenly sounded was a little hoarse, full of vicissitudes and wind and frost, which was very different from the clear and confident voice at the beginning. And it was this difference, but it was like a hand that tugged at his heart.

The prodigal son was silent, but the unsheathed blade in his hand flickered with a sharp cold light, and a faint low voice also came out: "One day I will go back, but not now." ”

"Until then, no one can stop me. ”

Speaking of this, the prodigal son's eyes, which had been calm, suddenly swept away with a fierce aura, and he must not die until he found that person.

You must not die !!"

Although I have wandered the world, I have not lost my heart!

"Boom!"

A powerful tornado storm suddenly rose from the feet of the prodigal goose, a huge storm, rolling between the heavens and the earth, as if it was a giant dragon, with terrifying might.

In Feng Hanming's eyes, a shock passed, and then, he raised one hand, conjuring up one seal after another, the surrounding air roared, and a storm suddenly swept away.

The two tornadoes, like confronting dragons, roared, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be shaken.

Then, the prodigal goose and Feng Han moved, and with a sudden wave of the long sword in their hands, the tornado storm that swirled around them roared out like a soldier under order.

"Boom Boom Boom ......"

The tornado roared across the land, and suddenly there was chaos, and the smoke and dust of the trees flew wildly, and two of the huge tornado storms were not affected in any way, and there was a tendency to rise against the storm.

As it got closer, the already huge and terrifying tornado became even more terrifying, as if it connected the heavens and the earth.

Two tornado storms collided together, and in the center, a piercing and sharp sound erupted, and a dazzling firelight burst out like fireworks.

"Boom!"

Eventually, a huge shock wave rippled out, and the surrounding trees began to crumble like tofu, and in the blink of an eye, this originally lush forest had become a ruin.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

In the sawdust and smoke that blocked the view, two rapid wind-breaking sounds resounded, and the figures of the prodigal goose and the wind cold, like two meteors, completely ignored the aftermath of the Yuan Force that was still surging in the center, and rushed out.

Finally, in the mist, two figures, with sharp sword light flashing in front of them, collided with each other.

There was no earth-shattering sound in such a collision, and in the fog and dust, only two people could be seen next to each other, as if they had suddenly been pressed the pause button on the slide, motionless.

In the cave, Murong Youyue's eyes shrank.

At this time, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and as the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, the two figures were also revealed.

The prodigal goose and the wind are cold.

The long sword in Feng Hanming's hand burst out, and the cold flickering blade, stained with bright red blood, fell drop by drop, falling into the messy ground below. And the blood-stained sword blade still has a sharp sword aura that makes people's hearts palpitate, and even this sword qi is swallowed out, so that a layer of silver light appears in the air in front of it.

But at this moment, there was a stunned expression on Feng Hanming's face.

At the same time, on his waist, which was so white that it seemed that there was no trace of dust, there was a little red, like red ink that suddenly opened in the snow, spreading out very conspicuously.

Behind Feng Hanming, the prodigal son goose turned his back to him, but the unsheathed blade in his hand passed through his armpit, and only half of the silver blade remained in the air.

The rest was drowned in Feng Hanming's body, and at the entrance of the sword blade, red blood flowed out of the white clothes, red and white, with a poignant and distressing beauty.

The two of them remained motionless, as if the picture was frozen in this moment.

The breeze blew, the smoke and dust on the ground flew, the hair of the prodigal goose and Feng Hanming was also blown, and the blood on the coarse cloth of the prodigal goose and next to his chest quietly seeped out, dyed on the coarse cloth, and looked black.

"Bang!"

The next moment, Feng Hanming's body fell, but immediately after, one hand held him, and then a touch of pain appeared on the vicissitudes of life of the prodigal son Yan, who seemed to never have feelings.

He looked at Feng Hanming, whose face had turned pale, and the undisguised pain in his eyes poured out like a tide.

"Why?!"

"Why?!"

At the beginning, Feng Hanming asked him what he said, and at this moment he roared out of the mouth of the prodigal son, and a wry smile appeared on Feng Hanming's pale face, and the previous resentment and killing intent towards the prodigal son goose disappeared cleanly.

He was defeated, and since he was defeated, what was the use of hate?!

Since he has been unable to complete his mission, the person in front of him has become his eldest brother.

Helpless, sad.

Only when death comes, can Feng Hanming let go of his responsibilities, let go of his burden, look at the prodigal goose, and look at this man who once loved him.

He is his own big brother.

"Brother, I couldn't surpass you after all. ”

Feng Hanming smiled bitterly, and there was already red blood in his mouth, which made his smile look extremely desolate.

As for Feng Hanming's words, the prodigal son's body stiffened suddenly, and in his mind, there seemed to be a thunderbolt exploding violently, he stared at Feng Hanming in disbelief, his lips trembled, and muttered: "You just ...... Call me what?!"

"Brother. ”

Feng Hanming has been relieved at this moment, he doesn't have to bear the responsibility of the Tianfeng Ancient Clan, at this moment, he is just an ordinary monk, a man of the Feng family.

The person in front of him, who was not forgiven by his clan, was always his elder brother despite what Qianfu pointed out.

Blood is thicker than water and is indivisible.

No matter that the previous moment, he really had murderous intentions for the prodigal son, but at this time, he had seen through it, and everything would have nothing to do with him.

"Xiaoming!!"

The prodigal son goose hugged Feng Hanming, and in his deep eyes, it turned out that it had become crystalline, and his deep voice was clearly choked.

The prodigal son goose hugged the wind and cold, and there was a sadness on his face that he had not seen for many years.

"Brother, I don't blame you. ”

Feng Hanming laughed miserably, and then raised his hand holding the steel slashing flash, he stared blankly at the cold and shining long sword, and muttered: "This is the mission given to me by the clansmen, and I have also made an oath that I will definitely use the steel slashing flash to bring you to justice, but now it seems that ...... I can't do it. ”

In Feng Hanming's eyes, a complicated look flashed.

"No, Xiaoming, why, why don't you believe me? You are my own brother, and you don't believe me!!"

The prodigal son goose suddenly became excited, and there was a strong color of unwillingness on his face.

"I didn't kill the elders, no one believed it, no one believed it, all the clansmen, all the relatives, even my own brother, didn't believe me, with a steel split, they wanted to slash me!!"

The prodigal goose laughed, and the laughter was crazy, resounding over the ruins, and it sounded a kind of desolation that made people cry.

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