On the yellow sand, there is a person walking, he walks very slowly, very slowly, accompanied by him is the soul-snatching bloodthirsty, the world but never understands the personnel of the three-foot cold sword, he wants to talk but no one accompanies him, he walks very slowly but only needs to reach that place before dawn!

The title of Beigu Sword Ancestor is more or less bleak, just like his tortuous life, the rivers and lakes should be the most reluctant thing for him, but what the swordsman did should be the most reluctant thing for him.

He doesn't have many things on him, a pair of death-defying shells, a damn Qingfeng, a scroll of life-saving fire, there are many things that are born and many things that are imposed, since he has chosen, he must do it without regrets.

There is no moonlight, no stars, no direction, the only thing that can guide him is the oncoming west wind, too cold, too miserable, too beautiful, too involuntarily.

Success is getting closer and closer, death is getting closer and closer, facing the dotted bonfires in front of him gradually clearer and clearer, Wen Yunfeng stopped and stared quietly in the place where he happened not to be discovered by the other party.

As long as a person is alive, his heart will beat, and when his heart beats, he will inevitably be emotional, he tightened the Qingyan sword in his hand and stroked his undulating chest, he was not afraid of being in front of him, he was afraid of being behind him, so he didn't dare to look back or recall.

All the complicated emotions were finally annihilated with a smile, and Wen Yunfeng strode towards the Qing army camp.

This should be the third time he has broken into the Qing army camp, each time it is more thrilling than the last time, every time he should die here but he survives well, luck or fate. But this time he didn't seem to be so lucky, because tonight's camp was unusually well guarded.

When they came to the gate of the Qing camp, the two guards who were napping suddenly opened their eyes and shouted, "Wen..."

They must have seen something, but only one of the three words was shouted, and they said goodbye to this world. Wen Yunfeng's sword was fast, so they wouldn't be in pain, and it was better to die quietly in the hands of a swordsman than to die on a bloody battlefield.

Wen Yunfeng rushed into the Qing army camp without concealment, and suddenly the quiet Qing camp exploded, and the soldiers shouted: "Wen Yunfeng is here, Wen Yunfeng is here, Wen Yunfeng is here." ”

The soldiers from all directions immediately moved closer to the shout, and Wen Yunfeng was not in a hurry to go straight to the grain and grass house, but went straight to the Qing army's big tent, which was the residence of Yongzhan, everyone thought that Wen Yunfeng had come to assassinate, and the Qing soldiers were also desperately trying to block Wen Yunfeng.

This is not a battlefield, there are many people in a small space and it seems that the advantage is not great, and the only person in this world who can block Wen Yunfeng and his sword is himself.

Tonight, his sword is no longer restrained, every sword that goes out is deadly, and every sword flower that goes out will be greeted with a wonderful scream, although they are all killing, and when he kills, it is more like a transcendence, a practice.

Finally, Wen Yunfeng killed in front of the big tent of the Qing army, and at this time he was surrounded by 100,000 Qing legions.

Yong Zhan came out of the tent and shouted, "Everyone, stop. ”

After Yong Zhan finished speaking, the killing shouts of the audience came to an abrupt end.

Wen Yunfeng put down his sword but didn't put it away, turned around and looked at Yong Zhan with a smile.

Yong Zhan smiled and said, "Wen Shaoxia, I don't know where it is tonight?"

Wen Yunfeng smiled and said, "Maybe you'll find out soon." ”

Yong Zhan walked up to Wen Yunfeng and said, "Now that we are at a distance, you can kill me ten times and no one can stop you, are you still ready to do it?"

Wen Yunfeng put away his smile and said: "We Central Plains people will never win by killing, and in the face of victory, we will use our way to obtain it." ”

Yong Zhan laughed and said, "Wen Shaoxia, I don't want to believe that everything you say is crazy, but are you a little too outrageous tonight?"

Yong Zhan turned around and pointed to the 100,000 army beside him, and said while laughing: "Wen Shaoxia, how many do you think you can kill 100,000 people? I only need 10,000 soldiers to conquer the border city, are you sure you can kill 90,000 before dawn comes?"

Wen Yunfeng smiled and did not speak. The swordsman's smile is always so confident, as if nothing in the world is a matter in front of him, no matter how difficult it is, he firmly believes that as long as he risks his life, he will definitely be rewarded.

Wen Yunfeng looked around, every way was blocked, and it was difficult to get out at this moment.

After being silent for a long time, Wen Yunfeng looked at the big tent of the Chinese army behind Yong Zhan, and said with a flash of inspiration in his eyes: "There is an ancient saying in the Central Plains called a soldier who surrenders without a fight. ”

With that, with a "whoosh", a sword flower that pierced the night fell on the big tent behind Yong Zhan, and in an instant, the white tent cracked a big crack. Saying that it was too late, it was too fast, Wen Yunfeng did not pause at all, and rushed towards the direction of the crack, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Looking at the long gap, Yong Zhan laughed and said: "There is an ancient saying in the Central Plains called poor Kou Mo Chasing, what is the life and death of just one Wen Yunfeng, tomorrow at dawn, my army will break through the border city, and tens of millions of Wen Yunfeng are nothing?"

With that, Yongzhan laughed loudly in the direction of the border city.

Until an adjutant general next to him shouted: "Not good, that's the direction of the grain and straw house." ”

Yong Zhan finally put away his arrogant smile, quietly lowered his head and thought about all this, and after being silent for a long time, he suddenly raised his head and shouted nervously: "Protect the grain and grass with all your might, protect the grain and grass with all your might." ”

With that, Yongzhan pulled out the saber at his waist and led the soldiers to hurry in the direction of the grain and grass house.

There were bursts of scorching smell and puffs of smoke in front of him, the closer he got to the scorching smell and smoke of the grain and grass house, the clearer it became, Yongzhan and several lieutenants beside him rushed forward, but they were still one step late, and the firelight that cut through the night in front of them rushed to the sky, and everything had already happened.

When Yong Zhan led his soldiers to the grain and grass house, the fire was no longer under control, and water was already scarce in the desert, so he couldn't eat and drink, let alone fight the fire.

Wen Yunfeng didn't leave, standing quietly in front of the fire, looking at the Qing soldiers who were sad and desperate one after another, Wen Yunfeng succeeded, he should have laughed, but he didn't.

Looking at the raging fire in front of him, Yongzhan was really desperate this time, he knelt on the ground, and there were tears quietly in his dry and resolute eyes. The grain and grass of these 100,000 troops is undoubtedly the life of these 100,000 troops, maybe Yongzhan still doesn't know enough about the culture of the Central Plains, even if he knows more, he won't be so defeated.

The adjutant general beside him lifted up the atmosphere of eternal battle and said: "General, there is no food and grass, but our soldiers are still there, I can clear the troops and deploy the formation to kill the border city immediately." ”

Yong Zhan wiped away the tears from his eyes, shook his head and sighed softly: "No need, even if we take the border city, how far can we go without food and grass? ”

After a violent cough, a mouthful of blood spat on the ground with a "wow", and then fell unconscious.

Seeing Yong Zhan like this, the soldiers behind him rushed forward and looked at him with concern, but you and I never said a word, but they couldn't help.

Wen Yunfeng, who was silent, finally spoke: "Let me see!"

Wen Yunfeng stepped forward and helped General Yongzhan up, the two walked cross-legged face to face, palms contacted, Wen Yunfeng sent his internal breath to Yongzhan in a steady stream, Yongzhan's miserable face gradually flushed, and the chaotic aura became more and more calm.

All the Qing soldiers witnessed this scene, and they didn't know why Wen Yunfeng wanted to save Yongzhan? Perhaps the only reasonable explanation was that Wen Yunfeng hoped to survive in this way.

Finally, under Wen Yunfeng's full rescue, Yong Zhan woke up from his coma, and slowly opened his eyes to see that the enemy in front of him was also a life-saving benefactor.

Yong Zhan stood up, Wen Yunfeng also stood up, and the two looked at each other.

Yong Zhan smiled and said, "I never thought the story would end like this. ”

Wen Yunfeng smiled and said, "I think you should believe it now, right? ”

Yong Zhan smiled and said, "I believe it, but you also know very well in your heart that the end of the road should be fast." ”

Wen Yunfeng looked back at the direction of the border city, and said coldly: "One more day is more, let alone ten years." ”

Yong Zhan waved his hand and motioned for all the soldiers to stand back.

Wen Yunfeng asked in surprise, "Are you going to let me go!"

Yong Zhan smiled and said, "Didn't you save me just waiting for this moment?"

Wen Yunfeng smiled and said, "It's not bad for you to understand it this way, once this fire burns, I didn't think about dying." ”

After saying that, the two of them didn't say anything more, Wen Yunfeng put away the Qingyan sword and hurriedly left in the direction of the border city, which was much faster than when he came.

Just as he was about to disappear at the end of Yongzhan's vision, Wen Yunfeng suddenly stopped and turned back to Yongzhan and said, "General Yongzhan, this is the most beautiful thing in the world than to live, take care!"

Yong Zhan smiled, still speechless.

The fire is still spreading, I don't know how long it will burn? Yongzhan didn't care about the fire behind him, and he didn't think about it so much.

In the firelight, Yongzhan plucked the white hair on his sideburns and muttered, "It turns out that I will be old too!"