The horse stepped on the border pass and the geese flew away, the sunset tower was full of remnant sun blood, the dangerous eaves and lonely sword town Xiongguan, and the miracles of the North Lonely were passed down through the ages. A sword, a duel, a piece of sand, it will eventually be an epic battle, but often the results of such battles are tragic.

Later generations praise the proud story, which may not be right, after all, there are too many nostalgic elements mixed in it, because the nostalgic survival of the nation is destined to not go far!

There is no ancient road in the west of the remnant sun, and there is no wolf smoke here when the wind sweeps the remnants of the sand. There is no place where there should be, there is all here that should not be, time passes little by little, even the sun can't wait to call it a day, and the yellow sand is still spinning rapidly, surrounding everything everyone wants to know.

In the yellow sand, Wen Yunfeng closed his eyes tightly, he wanted to open his eyes and take a good look at the opponent, but the wind and sand were too big, once he opened them, he would be immediately filled with wind and sand, he could only judge the opponent's moves by feeling the breath of killing, and then dodge with his agile body and ever-changing swordsmanship.

Wen Yunfeng wandered and looked for a breakthrough, and searched for a long, long time until his internal breath was about to be exhausted and his body was a little difficult to dodge, he finally chose to give up.

The wind and sand were still there, the remnant sun was still there, the eternal battle stopped, he stood in place and smiled casually, Wen Yunfeng also stopped, standing in place with his chest undulating and his hand holding the sword began to tremble, and those dead soldiers who were as slow as ashes also stood in place, looking coldly at the prey in front of him.

The wind and sand could not calm down for a long time in the murderous aura, Yong Zhan looked at Wen Yunfeng and smiled and said, "Swordsman, I advise you to give up!"

Wen Yunfeng smiled coldly and said, "Give me a reason to give up!"

Yong Zhan smiled and said, "Isn't the word death enough?"

Wen Yunfeng said coldly: "It's far from enough, I'm still standing, my killing weapon is still in hand, why are you threatening me with death?"

Yong Zhan smiled and said: "I appreciate your stubbornness, I remember that there is an ancient flower called Snow Lotus in your Central Plains, I think it misses you very much, but Snow Lotus only grows in Snow Mountain, and there is only one way to die when you come to this turbid world!"

Wen Yunfeng smiled and said, "Come on, life or death is the last sword!"

After that, Wen Yunfeng stopped talking, and Yongzhan stopped talking.

Thousands of eyes on the top of the castle tower stared at the wind and sand here, and when they were about to see everything inside when the wind and sand gradually dissipated, the wind and sand rose again and confused everyone's eyes again.

This scream of breaking through the air is more hateful, louder, and desperate than every previous one, and life and death, success or failure, and gambling should be between this sword.

A burst of cold light, a sword shadow, broke through the air and flew out of the sky to stab at the place where it should be stabbed, the people of the border city witnessed this scene, Bian Long witnessed this scene, Yong Zhan and the falcon behind him also witnessed this scene, everyone knew that Wen Yunfeng's sword was fast, but they didn't know how fast it was?

After a loud bang, calm finally returned, and no matter what the outcome, at least the bet should be able to be decided.

The wind and sand slowly drifted away, and the murderous aura gradually receded, so everyone stared at the same place, and they all waited patiently, because their intuition told them that they were superior.

When the wind and sand swept away and the battlefield calmed down, Wen Yunfeng stood quietly in place, his face was like ashes, his expression was confused, and the hand holding the sword was dripping blood, and the blood flowed down the sword body to the ground and slowly invaded the yellow sand, and a person's blood would not stain the land red.

He was still standing, his sword had not yet left his hand, and the bet had been won, but he did not cheer for it, because his opponent had not yet left, in other words, he was still alive unscathed.

Yong Zhan stood in place, looking at the half-cut knife in his hand, and then at the half-cut knife in the hands of the group of dead soldiers behind him, he shook his head and smiled a little desperately.

Wen Yunfeng said coldly, "Can you leave?"

Yong Zhan raised his head and asked with a confused and desperate look, "Did I lose again?"

Wen Yunfeng said coldly: "If you don't lose on the basis of life and death, because the group of people behind you can't kill at all;

Yong Zhan was silent for a moment, and finally raised his head and smiled with relief: "Swordsman, I really lost, whether it was a battlefield or a gambling contract, I am convinced if I lose to you, but you remember that this will not be a reason for me to withdraw my troops, and I will challenge again in a month!"

Yong Zhan looked at the group of dead soldiers behind him, then looked back at Wen Yunfeng and said, "But please believe that they will never appear on the land of the border city again, this is my promise to you!"

Maybe Wen Yunfeng waited for this sentence for a long time and finally waited for it, because he smiled.

Wen Yunfeng smiled and said: "You are the most courageous general I have ever seen, it is not difficult to dare to bet, but it is difficult to admit defeat." ”

Yongzhan saluted with his hands together with the etiquette of the Central Plains, and then fulfilled the bet and left the land with these devil-like dead soldiers.

Looking at Yongzhan leaving his back, Wen Yunfeng put away his smile, at this time, the pot exploded above the city tower They finally began to cheer, and they should cheer too, after all, celebrating victory is not a good thing?

But it's a pity that at this moment, they only saw Wen Yunfeng's back, but they didn't see Wen Yunfeng's pale, painful, and dying face, after all, Fang Cai's sword was already exhausted, and only Wen Yunfeng used this sword in this world, this sword is not amazing, but he needs to forget about life and death, so only he has the ability to do such a thing!

Wen Yunfeng is also a human being, and his sword is also a mortal, so he should still fall down if he is injured, "bang" Qingyan broke away from Wen Yunfeng's right hand and landed on the yellow sand, his eyes closed tightly, and his body gradually fell under the reflection of the remnant sun.

All the cheers, all the shouts, all the joy, all stopped at this moment, Bian Long quickly rushed forward, hugged Wen Yunfeng and shouted hoarsely: "Brother Wen, wake up, you must not die!

The people on the city tower also rushed forward, surrounded Wen Yunfeng and Bian Long, looking at Wen Yunfeng who was dying, they didn't know what to say? Because when guilt and gratitude were filled together, who knew what to say, their eyes were praying for Wen Yunfeng's forgiveness.

Bian Long shouted hoarsely, he didn't care about the sharp pain like a bleeding wound, if Wen Yunfeng went like this, maybe he didn't have any intention of living, after all, he had already made such a plan!

Finally, Wen Yunfeng woke up from a violent cough, and slowly opened his eyes to look at the remnant sun in the west, at the prayerful eyes of everyone, and at Bian Long's guilty and self-blaming expression, Wen Yunfeng smiled lightly.

He smiled and said, "Brother Bian Long, I want to go back to bed and lie down, I want to hurry back to my wife and son." ”

Everyone laughed, Bian Long also laughed, everyone was smiling for his magic, and his mind at this moment was full of his wife's laughter and his son's laughter, so he laughed.