Wen Yunfeng and Duan Yunhong had no intention of killing people, but if someone wanted to kill them, even if someone wanted to kill them, they still didn't want to make a move. But thinking about so many things that happened on the rivers and lakes during this time, and then thinking about the people who are still crumbling in dire straits, they can't bear it anymore.

The sword is here to kill, if you kill the right one, you are a hero, and if you kill the wrong one, you have a grudge, so what's there to worry about?

Facing the seven black-clothed men rushing towards them, the murderous aura always precedes the sword, the strong wind rises everywhere, and the mountains and forests surge, but Wen Yunfeng and Duan Yunhong are not afraid at all.

Duan Yunhong looked at Wen Yunfeng and muttered, "Brother Wen, what should I do?"

Wen Yunfeng said coldly: "Stubborn people don't deserve to die, but I'm afraid that stubbornness is used in the wrong place, and wicked people deserve to die not because of how many bad things they have done, but because of how many innocent lives will be buried by their existence." ”

Duan Yunhong nodded lightly, and the two did not talk again.

In the blink of an eye, seven black shadows, seven long swords, and fourteen pairs of angry eyes were already approaching, such a distance, such a speed, it was impossible to think of how to deal with the defenseless Wen and Duan? Even the leader who was watching behind him thought that this blow was almost successful, although he knew that this could not be done, but the truth was in front of him.

Two bursts of cold light flashed, two sharp weapons broke through the air, and the seven of them stood silently, why did they stop? Why didn't they kill each other at such a good opportunity?

They want to, too, but there will never be such an opportunity. The sword in Wen Yunfeng's hand was dripping blood, the sword in Duan Yunhong's hand was also dripping blood, the red line on the necks of the seven people slowly grew larger and cracked, and the dark red blood spring gushed out in the moonlight and spilled on the ground.

Where did their swords come from, and how did they get them from their opponents?

Wen Yunfeng looked at the person who took the lead, Duan Yunhong also looked at the person who took the lead, and at the same time, the person who took the lead also looked at Wen and Duan. Perhaps the leader had already expected such an outcome in his heart, but until he faced this moment, he was still panicked and frightened.

Death is fair to everyone, and fear is the spur that death gives to the world!

Wen Yunfeng said coldly: "It's your turn!"

The person who took the lead smiled and replied, "Wen Yunfeng, Duan Yunhong, do you really think that killing us will save the rivers and lakes? ”

Duan Yunhong said coldly: "Brother Wen and I have never thought about saving the rivers and lakes and saving the world, we are just doing something that should be done, it is not terrible for people to have murderous energy, what we are afraid of is that there is no righteousness in our hearts, what is the point of living in this world without righteousness?"

The person who took the lead smiled, looked at Wen Yunfeng and said, "I heard that you are the best swordsman in this world, but your swordsmanship is not very good?"

Wen Yunfeng said coldly: "My sword is not the best, but at least it is stronger than you now, I know that you are bent on death, but since you have a sword in your hand, and I have a sword in my hand, I am willing to return the last trace of dignity before you die, maybe you will understand something at the end of your life." ”

The person who took the lead slowly pulled out the soft sword on his waist, Wen Yunfeng also showed the sword that was dripping blood in his hand, and Duan Yunhong slowly retreated behind him.

If there is only one opponent and only one sword, then this duel is fair! Victory and defeat are seen, and victory or loss determines life and death.

The person who took the lead waved the soft sword in his hand and rushed towards Wen Yunfeng's side like a spirit snake, his speed was very fast, and his swordsmanship was also very exquisite, but this kind of swordsmanship and sword moves still looked too pale in front of Wen and Duan.

The moment the sword began to dance, the fear on the face of the leader disappeared completely, and he tried his best to perform every sword and collect the sword, and it didn't matter if he won or lost.

Wen Yunfeng could have ended the other party's life with a sword, but then he didn't do that, but accompanied the other party to dance with one move and one style, what did he seem to be waiting for?

Suddenly, Duan Yunhong closed his eyes, shook his head and said, "Your sword move is finally repeated. ”

When Duan Yunhong opened his eyes again, the sword in Wen Yunfeng's hand had already pierced the opponent's chest, Wen Yunfeng was not in a hurry to pull it out, he should have pulled it out quickly, at least this would make the other party suffer less. Then the corners of the leader's mouth twitched, as if he still had something to say.

Looking at Wen Yunfeng, the person who took the lead smiled and said: "Wen Yunfeng, you are the only opponent I admire in my life, your swordsmanship, your character, and your speed of killing people are what I admire the most." ”

A trace of tears flashed in the corner of Wen Yunfeng's eyes, and there was no trace in a flash, and he said coldly: "I will quickly end the opponent's life after the opponent's sword moves are repeated, but I will not let you breathe in order to listen to your words of praise." ”

After that, Wen Yunfeng choked up a little.

The leader looked at the soft sword in his hand, which was already mutilated and broken, and said with a smile with the last of his strength: "I love the sword more than anyone else, including you, because I have experienced too much involuntary but can still hold the sword, and you may not be able to do it." ”

With a "whoosh", Wen Yunfeng pulled out the sword inserted in his chest as quickly as possible, and the person who took the lead slowly fell to the ground, Wen Yunfeng stepped forward to catch the person who took the lead, looking at the face that was a little white, a little lonely, and a little cold in the moonlight, Wen Yunfeng was very sad in his heart, maybe this is the heart of the swordsman and the swordsman, even if he knows that the other party deserves death, he will still appreciate it infinitely.

Looking at Wen Yunfeng, who was a little sad and lost, Duan Yunhong might be able to understand and understand some, but there were still some things that he couldn't understand and couldn't understand.

Duan Yunhong stepped forward and patted Wen Yunfeng on the shoulder and said, "Brother Wen, get up, he died when he could die without any regrets, I don't know the sword and I don't know the way of the sword, but I can see that he walked very peacefully, and his smile before he died should be admitting his mistake to the world." ”

Wen Yunfeng stood up and looked at Duan Yunhong and said, "They are not good people, and their swords are not good swords, but I believe that those who are willing to die are quieter in their hearts than anyone else, and I hope that when they get there, they will no longer have those who can't help themselves." ”

After that, Wen Yunfeng raised his head and looked at the moonlight quietly, and Duan Yunhong no longer said anything and accepted the baptism of the moonlight on his back.

I don't know if the moonlight is too hazy or the shadow of the night? Their faces are showing different degrees of vicissitudes, although they are not the same, but the shape is similar, the years have taken away for a long time and brought them a lot, growth should be the angle of looking up and the distance of the field of vision, the rivers and lakes are just mountains, morning and sunset.

The rivers and lakes are not complicated, but they can't accommodate simple hearts!

There are fewer and fewer people in Liulin Town, and the streets are much quieter, which is not a good thing for many vendors and actors. And for the people, it can be regarded as finding a quiet, Blue City has nothing to do these days, and last night's rain can be regarded as taking away the dryness of winter, so early this morning, Blue City turned out to wander on the streets.

Without the flattering smile and the doglegs of his followers, Lan Cheng also had a little more smile on his face, maybe that kind of life was not what he wanted.

You can walk a few times from east to west in just an hour, and Blue City has walked hundreds of times on such streets, and the scenery and people have seen it all, so there is nothing to see.

Just as Blue City was about to turn around, there was a small path on the right at the end of West Street, not a road to be exact, just enough for one person to pass, and there were abandoned courtyard walls on both sides. For so many years, in addition to this, almost all other corners have been walked, and the idle blue city walked inside.

At the end of the trail is also a small courtyard, which is also very old, and the architectural style is very different from the surrounding courtyards, and it seems that it has a long history. The thick dust on the door and the cobwebs between the pillars and the tiles on both sides are already telling.

Looking at the courtyard in front of him, Lan Cheng sighed softly: "What is more ancient in this world, heroes and courtyards are similar, no matter how magnificent and beautiful they are, they can only live in the present, and time will slowly smooth out the traces they leave behind." ”

Lan Cheng stepped forward and gently pushed open the courtyard door, patted the dust on his palm, walked into the courtyard and looked around, there was nothing else but desolation and desertion, such a place is only suitable for viewing but not for permanent residence.

Just as Blue City turned around and was about to leave, suddenly there was a smell of herbs behind him, which was getting stronger and stronger, and there seemed to be a hint of heat in the herb smell, thinking that it should have come from not far away.

Lan Cheng followed the herb taste to the main hall, he stopped and looked blankly in front of him, the corners of his mouth were about to speak, his eyes were full of surprise and doubt, what did he see?

An old man's rickety figure squatted beside the stove, holding a fan and gently fanning the wind into the stove, the water in the clay pot on the stove was boiling, smoking and mixed with the slightest smell of herbs.

The old man didn't look back, looked at the stove and whispered, "You're here." ”

Lan Cheng said with a blank face: "Yes, I'm here, you know I'm coming." ”

The old man got up and turned to look at Lan Cheng, and said with a smile: "Someone will definitely find here, after all, it is not difficult to find here, but I didn't expect it to be you." ”

Knowing the moment the old man turned around, Lan Cheng was sure that all this in front of him was not an illusion, he was a hundred flower farmers, and only a hundred flower farmers would refine medicine in such a place, and there would be no one else in such a world who could quietly refine medicine except for the hundred flower farmers. Lan Cheng should have thought that Baihua Farmer had not gone far, and it was absolutely impossible for him to leave.

Lan Cheng smiled and said, "Aren't you disappointed to see it?"

Baihua Nong smiled and said, "I should be happy, you are the most suitable person to find me." ”

Lan Cheng smiled, he should have questioned Baihua Nong's words, but he couldn't find any reason to question it.

Lan Cheng shook his head and smiled and said, "Don't talk yet, let me think about how all this should be handled?"

With that, the old man turned and squatted down, continuing to look at the incessant fan of the stove.

And Blue City stood there looking at the flower farmer, his eyes full of doubt, curiosity and surprise, and he was also thinking about what would happen next?