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The sharp sword was unsheathed, the green rock danced horizontally, no one knew how fast Wen Yunfeng's sword was, those who knew had already fallen, and those who had not fallen could not see clearly at all.

A single knife, I don't know how many years I have been born and died with the border city, and I don't know how many years I can accompany the border city? But what is certain is that although the knife is old, the heart of the border dragon still shoulders the mission of the city lord.

Wen Yunfeng was in front and Bian Long was behind, and soon they were surrounded by the Qing army's horsemen. Although the Qing army is not a top master, but one by one is also highly trained, the physical fitness is beyond ordinary people, and there is also a piece of armor that seems to be leaky, Wen Yunfeng had to use two swords to end the opponent with one sword, and Wen Yunfeng had to use two percent or even more if he could have used one percent of the internal rest, so this gamble is quite cruel for Wen Yunfeng or Bian Long?

The Qingyan Sword danced faster and faster in Wen Yunfeng's hands, but this was only in the eyes of others, only he knew that with the consumption of internal breath, the sword technique had become slower and slower.

And Bian Long seems to have already reached the limit, his hands are trembling, the knife is trembling, and the people are trembling, maybe except for that heart, he is trembling everywhere, but he is still standing and the knife is still in his hand, he will not retreat.

In the midst of the scuffle, the broken swords and swords slowly piled up, and the plackets of their clothes were stained red with blood, just as they expected, the smell of blood spread across the battlefield.

Wen Yunfeng should also be tired, it would have taken two swords to kill a person, but at this moment, he needed three swords, four swords or even more, but others still couldn't see that he was tired, because as long as Wen Yunfeng was still alive and the Qingyan Sword was still in his hands, he was the god of death who controlled the fate of the opponent.

Hearing the sound of fighting and killing outside the West City Gate, although the people of the border city did not understand martial arts and had never experienced war, but with their enthusiasm and unyielding will, everyone still gathered together and rushed towards the West City Gate with kitchen knives, hoes, and sticks in their hands.

But sometimes it is not possible to conquer the opponent with blood, after all, you have to have extraordinary skills like Wen Yunfeng, these people rushing out are undoubtedly the fish and meat under the feet of the Qing army's iron cavalry, and Wen Yunfeng and Bian Long will also save each other, so sometimes the people's hearts may not be able to help.

I don't know when the half-hidden West City Gate ** door bolt? Wen Yunfeng and Bian Long just closed the door when they went out of the city, who would come here to plug in the door bolt? What is the purpose of this person?

I saw a strange and familiar figure appear on the tower of Xicheng, he should not have appeared here but appeared here, he was originally a storyteller, he only told the story of the hero, but he didn't want to say anything today, because the story of the hero was being staged.

The people gathered at the west city gate, looked at the white-haired storyteller on the city tower and said, "Old man, let us go out! I can't watch the city lord die in vain." ”

Lao Su stroked his beard and said, "With him, Bian Long can't die." ”

The people asked suspiciously, "Who is he?"

Lao Su smiled and said: "He used to be the number one swordsman in the world, maybe not as good as before now, but after all, his skills are still there, he comes, everything can happen in the border city." ”

Lao Suo softly said Wen Yunfeng's name to the people, heroes need to be worshipped, when this group of people called Wen Yunfeng over and over again, Lao Suo smiled, there are too many things hidden in this smile.

Lao Suo turned around and walked towards the Xicheng Tower, looking at the tragic situation of the battle outside the city, looking at the tired figures of Wen Yunfeng and Bian Long, looking at the blood and corpses, his eyes were a little moist, after all, the older he is, the more kind, the more kind people are afraid of blood, especially the blood of others.

Lao Suo muttered to himself: "The name of a hero is the biggest shackle in the world! But not everyone has the ability to bring it, after today, the fate of Wen Yunfeng and the border city is only connected, and it will never be able to escape!"

It turned out that Fang Cai Lao Suo mentioned Wen Yunfeng's name just to make the border city recognize this hero, and at the same time use the name of hero to trap Wen Yunfeng. Such a method may be too cruel, but I believe that Lao Suo is also helpless, after all, it is difficult to find a second one here besides Wen Yunfeng.

The killing cries on the battlefield came and went, but after all, it became weaker and weaker, the sword qi slowly dissipated, Wen Yunfeng was also almost to the limit, no matter how sharp Qingyan was, it always needed someone to wield it, but when Wen Yunfeng couldn't be fast, it couldn't get up.

Looking at the mountains of corpses in front of him, Yong Zhan had no smile on his face, he didn't have time to count how many people had been killed, but he knew that the winning gamble might be wrong in the next moment.

Wen Yunfeng and Bian Long supported each other back to back, and then ten more horses rushed over on prancing horses to surround the two, not giving them a chance to breathe at all.

Wen Yunfeng asked softly, "Brother Bian Long, can you still do it?"

Bian Long's face was a little pale, his mouth was panting, and his clothes were scratched, and he said in a slur manner: "I don't know." ”

Wen Yunfeng smiled and said, "The last ten people, you just need to promise not to fall!"

After that, Wen Yunfeng disappeared like a gust of wind. Without the support behind him, the exhausted and scarred Bian Long almost fell to the ground, but fortunately, the knife in his hand that accompanied him from birth to death was still there, and he plunged into the yellow sand with one knife, and barely supported his body on one knee.

It was almost in the blink of an eye, Yong Zhan's eyes widened, and the ten Qing army horsemen also opened their eyes, their eyes all showing fear and despair, only the corner of the old man's mouth on the upper floor of Xicheng smiled slightly.

The old man muttered to himself: "This day has finally passed, Wen Yunfeng and Qingyan Sword are undoubtedly the most perfect combination in the world, whether it is killing or saving the world, this is a perfect sword path!"

The knives in the hands of the ten Qing army riders fell on the yellow sand without a sound, and the people slowly fell off their horses, no one knows what happened just now, only that the ten fallen Qing army riders have a red line around their necks, and they keep spilling blood, they died very calmly and naturally, so the speed of blood flow is also very slow.

Wen Yunfeng retreated and picked up Bian Long on the ground, and the two staggered to Yong Zhan.

Wen Yunfeng smiled and said, "We're still standing." ”

Yong Zhan's heart must be full of anger and hatred, and he lost five hundred horsemen in vain after losing the bet, but he is not a general who can't afford to lose.

Yong Zhan shook his head and said, "I regret it a little!"

Wen Yunfeng said, "Do you regret this gamble?"

Yong Zhan shook his head and said, "Definitely, I regret that I didn't raise the stakes. ”

Wen Yunfeng smiled, and Bian Long also smiled, although he was a little lucky, he still won after all.

When Yongzhan was about to withdraw his troops, he suddenly turned his horse's head and said, "If I ride with a thousand horses and bet with you two again, are you still willing?"

Bian Long smiled and said, "Even if your 100,000 army is here, we will gamble, do you think we have any other choice than betting?"

After listening to Bian Long's answer, Yong Zhan also nodded lightly, and when he left, he looked back at the vicissitudes of life from time to time at the Xicheng Tower, it was so ordinary, so ordinary, so close, but it was not conquered, and Yong Zhan's heart was also full of regret.

Looking at the Qing army brigade in the distance and then at the corpses behind him, Wen Yunfeng had mixed feelings in his heart, maybe people shouldn't calm down, and when they calm down, they will be cranky.

At this time, Wen Yunfeng and Bian Long's wine should also be awake, and once the wine wakes up, the fear that has been suppressed for a long time will also erupt.

Wen Yunfeng wiped the blood on the Qingyan sword with the corner of his sleeve, the sword body was wiped clean, but the placket was full of blood. The west wind sometimes caresses it, and the air is full of the smell of blood, which makes people suffocate, repent, and shameless.

Bian Long patted Wen Yunfeng's shoulder and said, "What do you think, brother?"

Wen Yunfeng said coldly: "The wine has woken up, and I smell the smell of blood again." ”

Bian Long should have understood Wen Yunfeng's words, and sighed softly: "Go back to the city, brother, you and I are not saints, there is blood in this world every day, the best way to stop killing is to kill, killing is helpless!"

Wen Yunfeng looked at Bian Long with some confusion and asked, "Really?"

Bian Long looked at Wen Yunfeng's eyes and nodded slightly.

Then the two supported each other and limped towards the city, and when they came to the bottom of the West City, Bian Long was about to reach out to push the door, when suddenly the door opened with a "creak".

Just when Wen Yunfeng and Bian Long were puzzled, the simple faces of the people standing behind the city gate slowly came into view, and they looked at Wen Yunfeng and Bian Long with worship and gratitude, this is the culture of the people of a city and a side, such eyes are enough to make the heroes fans break their bones and never give up.

Looking at the broken and tired figures of Wen Yunfeng and Bian Long, these people who had been waiting for a long time all knelt on the ground, this was the only way for them to express their gratitude and guilt!

Just as everyone knelt down, Wen Yunfeng's eyes fell on the vicissitudes of life behind everyone, this back was no longer unfamiliar, Wen Yunfeng opened his mouth and tried to shout but stopped talking, watching Lao Suo's figure slowly leave.

The border city is a very ordinary, very ordinary city, but the more ordinary the place, the more strange people live, there are at least three strange people in the border city now, I don't know how many there were before, I don't know how many will be in the future?

Blame because their actions are not understood, blame because they do a lot of things that ordinary people can't do, blame because they don't belong to this place in the first place, but they have infinite attachment to this place.

The people who gathered shouted the name of the border city and Wen Yunfeng over and over again, and when he shouted Wen Yunfeng's name, a trace of fear and complaint flashed in his heart, and he was afraid that he would be trapped in it and unable to extricate himself, but soon this emotion disappeared, because he had already fallen in!