The night at this moment is more like a boiling and burning fire, and everyone here has a fire in their hearts, a fire that wants to devour each other but hesitates. Once the fire is burned, it will burn to the end, until everything combustible is burned to ashes.

Wen Yunfeng didn't speak, Jin Shoutian didn't speak, and the others couldn't speak, they were all waiting. Wen Yunfeng was waiting for an excellent opportunity, what was Jin Shoutian waiting for? He had an absolute advantage, but the longer he waited, the more disadvantageous it would be for him, because he was facing an omnipotent and legendary swordsman.

After a long time, the silent Wen Yunfeng finally spoke, "Why haven't you made a move?"

Jin Shoutian smiled and said, "I'm waiting for you to make a move." ”

As soon as these words came out, Wen Yunfeng hesitated even more, because his sword had never been questioned before, and at this moment, the other party was waiting for him to make a move, which was undoubtedly questioning his sword.

People who have been sitting in a position that has been raised for too long, and they are always a little panicked when they are suddenly questioned, but Wen Yunfeng will definitely use his way to dispel the doubts of his opponent, because he is here to kill people today, and this is also the first time he has used a sword for the purpose of killing since he held a sword!

The moment the moon and the dark clouds intertwined, the Qingyan sword "swished" through the night sky, this sound is still so beautiful, so ethereal, and so lonely, no matter how beautiful things are, as long as they are stained with blood, they are lonely.

This sword seemed to be faster than all his previous swords, how fast was it? It was indescribable, and even the crossbowmen who were always guarding Jin Shoutian didn't realize it, because they didn't have the consciousness to pull the trigger yet. The scarlet slashed and took a photo, but Wen Yunfeng and his sword would not give the other party any chance to capture.

Wen Yunfeng will die when he takes out his sword! However, tonight is destined to turn everything into an ordinary, because Jin Shoutian has been so calm from beginning to end, and his calmness is a little unreasonable, so there must be something that does not conform to common sense.

Finally, when everyone reacted, Wen Yunfeng's sword had already landed on Jin Shoutian's chest, but Jin Shoutian was not damaged in the slightest. Wen Yunfeng was a little unacceptable to what was happening in front of him, he tried to adjust his internal breath and transport capacity to the sword again, and after trying a few times, he finally gave up, he retreated and looked at the invincible hundred-year-old divine sword in his hand with doubts and puzzlement.

Everyone was stunned, how could there be a living mouth under Wen Yunfeng's sword? What else in the world could stop Qingyan's sharpness? How did Jin Shoutian do all this? Doubts grew in everyone's hearts, but this was not the most important thing, the important thing was that Wen Yunfeng couldn't kill Jin Shoutian tonight, what should he do?

Jin Shoutian laughed arrogantly and said: "Swordsman, swordsman, your life is too smooth, if you had experienced some setbacks earlier, you wouldn't have been defeated today, it's a pity!"

Wen Yunfeng didn't speak, just raised his head lightly and looked at Jin Shoutian angrily and desperately, the struggle after Fang Cai's sword and Fang Cai's sword had consumed most of his internal breath, and escaping from here had become a fantasy, let alone any revenge!

Jin Shoutian slowly took a few steps back, and ten death crossbowmen and other brocade guards surrounded him, and a bloody strangulation was about to begin.

Wen Yunfeng stood up straight, tightened the Qingyan Sword in his hand and shouted, "Come on, it's time to be a ghost!"

When a person is desperate for survival, this should be the time when he is most vulnerable and the easiest to break through the limit, but Wen Yunfeng is a human after all, he is not a god yet!

The wind rose, Jin Ge exploded, and the killing shouts boiled.

Among the hundreds of people, Wen Yunfeng and his sword seemed a little lonely and insignificant, there were at least people in the Border Demon Sect that day, and today he could only face all this with loneliness and despair.

The fight seemed a bit long, although most of Wen Yunfeng's internal breath was consumed, it was not easy to take his life easily, and these brocade guards must pay a sufficient price.

The fire in the hearts of the brocade guards was also completely ignited, and they piled it up one after another, and made the souls of Wen Yunfeng's sword one after another.

Listening to the sound of gongs outside, it should be the third watch at this time.

Jin Shoutian looked at the moon in the night sky, put away his smile and said, "You can do it, remember not to kill him, I want him to know how he died?"

The Death Crossbowmen do not respond because they cannot speak, but they will represent their reply with actions.

Pulling the trigger plus the arrow, and then pulling the trigger again, this is a coherent set of movements that are almost done in the blink of an eye, and I don't know how long they have been practicing such movements?

Only the sound of "whooshing" was heard, and the arrows rained down on the crowd, and the arrows shot at Wen Yunfeng's legs, hands, shoulders, and back like eyes, but they never hurt his vital point.

Such a speed was almost impossible to resist, even if there was no interference and no internal breath consumption, Wen Yunfeng was not sure that he would be able to dodge these arrows, let alone in the midst of exhaustion and the encirclement of hundreds of people?

Blood was splashing and flesh was being cut, and the stubborn Wen Yunfeng finally couldn't stand up straight, kneeling on one knee and supporting his body with a sword to keep him from falling.

Looking at these wildly dancing scimitars and these ugly faces in front of him, Wen Yunfeng was unwilling and angry in his heart, he was a person who could create infinite miracles in a desperate situation, and now he really couldn't find any reason to let him live!

When a swordsman can't hold the sword in his hand, maybe this is the time when he deserves to die, if he doesn't die at this time, his fate will be even more difficult!

Just when the scimitar in Jin Yiwei's hand was about to touch Wen Yunfeng, just when Jin Shoutian was about to celebrate, and just when everyone thought that this swordsman would have to die soon, a miracle happened again!

A black figure flashed through the crowd, he was masked, holding a knife, and quickly swept away the scimitars that were about to slash at Wen Yunfeng. After a burst of Jin Ge's voice, a little space was vacated, and the man in black did not hesitate or entangle, picked up Wen Yunfeng, turned around and jumped on the roof, and quickly fled into the night.

These brocade guards also reacted very quickly, and immediately chased after them in all directions.

Jin Shoutian suddenly ordered: "Everyone come back, let him go!"

Everyone said they didn't understand Jin Shoutian's decision, but since Jin Shoutian had already ordered them, there was no reason to disobey it.

Jin Shoutian carefully recalled the moment when the man in black appeared, recalled every move and every style of the man in black, and muttered to himself: "The only person who can appear here, a person who should have used a sword but barely used a knife, is you Lancheng." Wen Yunfeng counts your fate as indeserved, but you must remember that you owe this life, and one day you will pay it back. ”

After that, Jin Shoutian smiled and looked at the cold moon in the night sky, and his vicissitudes of life were filled with some indescribable emotions.

This was originally an excellent time to kill Wen Yunfeng, why was he willing to give up? Maybe he had a bigger plan, this is if a person in the rivers and lakes fell in love with the change of hexagram, it would be an extremely dangerous thing.

Lan Cheng took Wen Yunfeng to his residence, he was a very careful person, after settling Wen Yunfeng, he quickly returned to the road he had just walked and wiped all the blood on the ground, when the sky suddenly rained.

The dripping raindrops hit Lan Cheng's face, and Lan Cheng looked up to the sky and said with a smile: "Senior brother, your luck is always so good!"

If this sentence was placed on the competitive Blue City just now, it might be more jealousy and anger, but now for this Blue City that has transformed and matured, he should be sincerely happy for Wen Yunfeng.

After a while, Wen Yunfeng finally woke up from a coma, he wanted to struggle to get up from the bed, but as long as he moved, the sharp pain spread throughout his body, and he had no choice but to lie down.

Wen Yunfeng's mind kept recalling the scene of the tiger's mouth escaping, and the life-saving benefactor was strange and familiar, and this familiarity was different from the original.

"Squeak" The door opened, Lan Cheng took off his hat and coat and walked in, looking at Wen Yunfeng and said, "Senior brother, it's good if you wake up!"

Facing this traitor and scum of the rivers and lakes, Wen Yunfeng was furious again, Wen Yunfeng stood up from the bed and rushed to Lan Cheng in severe pain, tearing Lan Cheng's clothes and scolding: "Lan Cheng, you still have the face to see me, so I don't have to bother to look for you again." ”

Lan Cheng smiled and said, "Senior brother, your biggest shortcoming is that you don't have a trace of reason in your mind when you're angry. ”

Wen Yunfeng said angrily: "The Fox Sword Gate was destroyed, how many innocent junior disciples died tragically under the knife of Dongchang, and the master who treated us like our own father was also murdered, how can you make me reasonable?"

Lan Cheng helped Wen Yunfeng to the side of the bed and said, "Senior brother, aren't we still alive? ”

Wen Yunfeng also calmed down, quietly looked at Lan Cheng and asked, "Have you betrayed your master and betrayed the rivers and lakes?"

Blue City turned around and smiled and said, "Is this question that important?"

Wen Yunfeng said coldly: "Important. ”

Lan Cheng turned to look at Wen Yunfeng and said, "If you think it's important, then you should take it seriously, what's wrong with being a traitor? At least I'm still alive and alive and can do a lot of things." ”

Wen Yunfeng didn't know what to say, he was very willing to believe in Blue City, after all, Blue City still came to the rescue when it was most dangerous. But he wouldn't believe Lan Cheng either, because when he said the important word, he was waiting for Lan Cheng to answer affirmatively, and Wen Yunfeng would take this answer seriously.

Lan Cheng looked at Wen Yunfeng and said, "Senior brother, you are not a person who talks a lot, your most important task now is to heal your injuries, only in this way can you do what you want to do, including taking revenge and cleaning up the scum of the sect." ”

With that, Blue City smiled and walked out of the hut.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, he turned around and said, "By the way, what you want to do most should be to accompany my sister and my little nephew." ”

With that, Blue City quietly closed the door and left.

Wen Yunfeng, who was exhausted, was lying on the bed, he seemed to be awakened by Lan Cheng's last sentence, but he fell into deep memories again.

Which one is the outlet between hatred and life? Is life and death a person's business? If Wen Yunfeng dies today, what will Lan Lin and Wen Nan do? These are all questions that Wen Yunfeng should think about now, after all, he is no longer the prodigal son, no longer a pure swordsman.

In fact, there are many swordsmen before him who have proved one thing, that is, should swordsmen break off love? But it seems that no one has given a perfect explanation for this question so far, and perhaps its existence is an unsolvable question.

The rain is still falling, he is missing, she must be thinking about it in the distance, Wen Yunfeng must make a choice for this missing.