August 14, early in the morning.

Lu Xiaofeng went out early in the morning, and there were too many people in Jinling City that he wanted to meet.

Zhao Ping'an ate breakfast unhurriedly, and only then did he staggered out of the inn until the hour, went straight to the place he planned to go, and carefully observed it up and down for a day, until it was almost dusk, and then returned to the inn.

Lu Xiaofeng came back earlier than him, but he was alone when he went out, and now there is a tigress by his side.

Zhao Ping'an smiled and hugged his fists and said, "Miss Xue, I am fortunate not to be dishonored." ”

Xue Bing hurriedly returned the salute, a red cloud floated on his face, but the corner of his eye was still glancing at Lu Xiaofeng, with endless tenderness in his eyes.

Lu Xiaofeng coughed dryly and said, "What are you doing today?"

Zhao Ping'an said: "The Purple Mountain stepped on the field, it was very surprising that there were not a few martial arts people on the mountain. ”

Xue Bing said: "That's nature, the day of the duel is tomorrow night, and no one will go today." ”

Zhao Ping'an said: "The owner of Ximen Zhuang and the lord of Ye City have really earned enough eyeballs this time, and the Jinling Mansion has posted a notice under the Purple Mountain, informing the Purple Mountain to close the mountain for one day tomorrow, and also sent people to patrol under the mountain, ordering all residents not to enter." ”

Xue Bing said: "Because tomorrow the mountain will definitely be full of martial arts people, and once ordinary people are mixed in, it is inevitable that there will be accidents." ”

Lu Xiaofeng showed a weird smile like an old fox, and said leisurely: "It's a pity, people who go to Purple Mountain tomorrow are destined to be disappointed." ”

Zhao Ping'an said: "Did you see Ximen blowing snow?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "No, but I saw Ye Gucheng." ”

Zhao Ping'an said: "He will actually tell you the duel location they set?"

Lu Xiaofeng shrugged and said, "Maybe it's just because he's too lonely, but he's still very happy to have a friend who can talk to him at this time." ”

Zhao Ping'an smiled: "What I admire most about you is this, no matter what kind of person you are, you seem to be happy to make friends with them." ”

Lu Xiaofeng said a little proudly: "Ye Gucheng himself admits that I am his only friend. ”

Xue Bing didn't care about this, and hurriedly asked, "So the place where they duel is not in the Purple Mountain?"

Lu Xiaofeng looked left and right, and then lowered his voice and said, "I only told the two of you, you must not tell anyone else." ”

Xue Bing pouted, "You don't believe me like that?"

Zhao Ping'an said: "Just the expression of this sentence for you, I'm sure you told at least three people besides us." ”

Lu Xiaofeng's face became very strange, and he said, "How do you know?"

Zhao Ping'an said: "Because you have too many friends, and you have never been a person who can keep secrets from your friends." ”

Lu Xiaofeng coughed twice before saying, "I really only told three people, they are all very reliable people, and they will never reveal this news." ”

Zhao Ping'an said: "Who did you tell?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Honest monks, wooden road people, and Sikong picking stars." ”

Zhao Ping'an also shrugged his shoulders and did not speak again.

Xue Bing said with a little dissatisfaction: "You have talked so far, and you haven't said the low point of their duel. ”

Lu Xiaofeng's expression became very serious, and he said in a deep voice: "The former dynasty is the Forbidden City, and the top of the Fengtian Palace." ”

Xue Bing was surprised: "These two people are so bold. ”

Zhao Ping'an said: "This is nothing, even if the two of them set the duel location on the roof of the Taihe Hall of the Forbidden City, I won't feel strange." ”

Xue Bing had to agree, but he still couldn't help but exclaim: "Although the Son of Heaven has moved the capital to the north twenty years ago, the Jinling Forbidden City is still a royal garden and has not been abandoned. There are still guards patrolling and guarded. ”

Lu Xiaofeng said: "If you are afraid, you can not go tomorrow night." ”

Xue Bing said suddenly: "They chose this place because they didn't want others to watch the battle?"

Zhao Ping'an said: "If it is really a duel on the top of the Purple Mountain, I am afraid that these two parties will really be laughed at by others as a joke." ”

Lu Xiaofeng said: "This battle is not for others to see!"

Xue Bing couldn't help but ask again: "It's not for others to see, so why are they fighting?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "I also asked Ye Gucheng the same question today. ”

Xue Bing said, "How did he answer?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "He said: Because he is Ximen Blowing Snow, I am Ye Gucheng!"

That's not a good answer, but it says it all. Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng are destined to compete, and there is no need for other reasons. Two lonely and peerless swordsmen are like two meteors, if they meet, they must collide with earth-shattering sparks. Although this spark will disappear in an instant, it is enough to shine through the ages!

Zhao Ping'an stood up, stretched his waist and said: "I already know everything I should know, the two of you can go back to the room to rest early and do less homework, so as not to affect the good show tomorrow night, I also plan to listen to the process and ending of this decisive battle from you." ”

After a pause, he laughed again and continued: "Of course you will definitely not listen to my advice, the wind is so soft, and the night is so quiet. Two young men who are amorous and adoring each other, in a strange and beautiful city, I myself feel that what I have just said is inappropriate. ”

Xue Bing's face was as red as a ripe apple, and Lu Xiaofeng also felt that his face was a little feverish.

But he still found a question: "Brother Zhao, aren't you going to watch the battle tomorrow?"

Zhao Ping'an said: "No, since the two of them don't want others to be present, why should I bother to annoy people? It just so happens that I have an interesting plan to do." ”

Lu Xiaofeng had already been pulled upstairs by Xue Bing, and he only had time to ask the last sentence: "What plan?"

Zhao Ping'an said: "Enemies of the world. ”

August 15, dusk, the foothills of the northern peak of the Purple Mountain.

The sun had sunset, the moon had not yet risen, and the northern peak was shrouded in twilight, which should have been a lonely moment.

At this time, in front of the only mountain road leading to the peak, there was a lot of people, and hundreds of martial arts heroes hugged me and gathered together. It was amazing that so many people gathered here, but not one of them walked on that mountain road.

What stood in their way was a red line drawn on the ground, no more than half a minute wide, even if it was a three-year-old naughty boy, he could easily cross it in one step.

With just such a thin line, can so many martial arts masters be helpless?

Perhaps, it was not this line that blocked them, but the nine big characters written behind the line: "Whoever crosses this line, please take me a knife." ”

Perhaps, it was not the nine words that blocked them, but the seventeen bloody and terrifying corpses scattered on both sides of the mountain road.

Perhaps, even more terrifying than these corpses is the man in black standing next to the line, looking lazy.

Facing the crowd of black oppression, he still looked very calm, with a smile on his face.

When Zheng Fanggang, the chief dart head of Hangzhou Wansheng Dart Bureau, "Wansheng Golden Knife", rushed to the foot of the mountain with several of his right-hand men, he saw such a scene.

Although the corpse was terrifying, it couldn't scare them, and Sun Ping, the No. 1 dart master in the Wansheng Dart Bureau, "Iron Palm", was already gearing up, ready to rush over.

Just as he was about to rush out, a hand grabbed him in time.

Sun Ping turned around, and just wanted to shout angrily, but found that it was his top boss Zheng Zongdart who was holding him.

Mr. Zheng's temper has always been not very good, but now his face is pale, and his whole body is still trembling. He pulled him back until he was ten feet away, and then he let out a long breath.

Sun Ping couldn't help but ask, "Is there something uncomfortable about the head of the dart?"

Zheng Fanggang didn't answer his question, but said in a hoarse voice: "How many of those corpses on the side of the road do you know?"

Sun Ping said: "I didn't pay attention to any of them. ”

He was telling the truth, he was still a young man, and young people were always more impulsive.

Zheng Fanggang said: "I just glanced at it, and I recognized at least eight. ”

Sun Ping said: "Who are they?"

Zheng Fanggang said in a loud voice: "'The Four Swords of Tianmen, its Sharpness Breaks Gold', 'Golden Whip and Silver Knife, Duan's Shuangying', 'Life and Death Slaughter' Gongsun Wuji, and ......"

Sun Ping's cold sweat trickled down, and he realized that he had just turned around and come back after the ghost door was closed.

But he couldn't help but ask, "Who else is there?"

Zheng Fanggang's voice trembled uncontrollably: "'Ghost King' Yin Tao." ”

Sun Ping shrugged. The whole person almost fell to the ground.

"Ghost King" Yin Tao, the name itself is enough to dissipate the souls of countless people in the rivers and lakes.

Zheng Fanggang took a few deep breaths before he slowly calmed down, shook his head and sighed: "If you can kill these people, you must be the only one who can do it." I didn't expect him to stay here, it seems that the decisive battle between Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng is on the top of the mountain, but unfortunately we can't see it. ”

Sun Ping said: "Who is he?"

Zheng Fanggang said: "'Heavenly Sword Evil Emperor' Zhao Ping'an. ”