The meat monk brought five or six people into the Fengyue set as soon as it was dawn, but when he saw that there were few people on the street, he followed the crowded place with a strange heart, and this time he saw the duel between the two masters, and he accidentally found Dugu Yuanchen in the crowd.

Dugu Yuanchen's attention was completely focused on the fight between Zhuo Bufan and the middle-aged man at the moment, and he didn't know anything about the danger of sneaking closer. The current situation is chaotic, and the people around are running and screaming in the dust, and it is a pot of porridge.

The meat monk glanced at Shao Bai Shu, and Shao Bai Shu immediately took advantage of the chaos of the crowd to unconsciously come behind Dugu Yuanchen, and at this moment he and the meat monk happened to form one after the other, blocking Dugu Yuanchen in the middle.

Zhuo Bufan's hands were separated and slowly raised to the sky, a purple electric light and a red electric light were intertwined between the left and right hands, and when the two currents flowed to the middle, they collided and made a piercing sound, intertwined, glued, and fused, and finally slowly formed a fist-sized electric ball, and there was still electric current swimming on the surface. "This is your last chance, sword or sword. ”

The middle-aged man on the other side finally stopped coughing, but his face was a little red because of the upsurge of qi and blood caused by coughing, he was very weak now, so his voice was a little weak, and his speech was always intermittent and seemed difficult to breathe.

"So many people want to live, but I don't want to, but I promised her to live, which is really hard. The middle-aged man paused for a while before continuing, "What does it feel like to die?"

"Then die!" the ball was so fast that everything slowed down, and even time slowed it down. No one can look closely at the shape of the electric ball, first, its speed is too fast, and second, its light is so bright that people's eyes feel stinging and unconsciously avoid looking at it.

Suddenly, everyone felt a chill, it was like a gust of wind blowing, and it was like a rain giving people, making people can't figure out where it came from or where it is hiding, but they can feel that it is nearby, even everywhere.

The sword, a red sword! It had no scabbard, and the dark red of the hilt was like the color of blood left by soaking.

The blade of the sword is as cold as a cicada's wings. But he gave people the impression of red, because the blade of the sword had rusted in many places, and the dark red rust was like a scar on a person's body. Such a sword looks so fragile and vulnerable, and even someone who takes out such a sword will make everyone laugh, because it is really too old, how can a rusty sword kill?

But this sword suddenly appeared in the hands of the middle-aged man, and the rusty sword without the scabbard complemented the man's crumbling body so well, just like an old man holding an object that had accompanied him for most of his life, unable to speak and unable to explain the feelings in his heart.

For the first time, the middle-aged man's eyes showed some warmth, and he moved gently like a lover caressing him, and even kissed the rust on the sword gently because he couldn't help it.

Dugu Yuanchen saw this scene clearly, and involuntarily touched the long sword on his waist.

The man's movements were very slow, so slow that everything around him slowed down, he slowly opened his eyes, the blade of the sword left his lips and waved gently, and the tip of the sword drew an arc that was somewhat curved like the moon in the third and fourth months of the first month.

The old shopkeeper stood up and stared at the empty street outside the door, the man leaning on the door also forgot to smoke, Rifles lay on the chair with his eyes closed, a gust of wind came and went very fast, and it didn't bring anything or leave anything, and it was not even clear whether it had been here or not. But they all felt it. The old shopkeeper came back to his senses, and although there was a smile in his eyes, he still couldn't believe that it was true, so he said in a somewhat trembling voice: "The wind is a horse?"

What else could it be if it wasn't "the wind for the horse"!

"Didn't you say that his realm had fallen, how could he still summon the wind as a horse?

Laifu opened his eyes: "Of course the realm has fallen, otherwise the inn is full of little minions from the Heavenly Pavilion who are all here to enjoy the mountains and rivers?"

"But the Heavenly Pavilion miscalculated after all, and I never thought that the wind that had fallen out of the realm could still make the wind a horse. ”

"It's all monsters who go this way, maybe the realm is useless to him at all. ”

"The wind is a horse" is the name of a sword and a man's name, but the wind with a sword is a horse and the wind without a sword

For the horse is completely two people, and it is only when this sword is in his hand that it is the wind for the horse.

The wind slashed lightly for the horse, and its movements were still so gentle that it seemed that it could not bear to let the sword jolt too fast. His movements were slow, but for some reason, the ball of electricity was destroyed by a sword and exploded in the air, and waves of air rolled in.

Shao Bai Shu took advantage of Dugu Yuanchen to see that he was stunned, and a bright scimitar slashed like his waist.

Dugu Yuanchen was still immersed in the sword of the wind as a horse, and he felt that he had realized something, but this feeling passed away in a blink of an eye, like the wind of the clouds in the sky and the fingertips that he couldn't keep and couldn't grasp.

At the last moment, there was another tremor from the sword at his waist.

Dugu Yuanchen didn't have time to think about it, a harrier flew forward over the mountain and dodged a knife, but there was an extra mountain of meat in front of him when he was in the air.

Monk Rou was waiting for him at this time, he and Shao Baishu formed a front and back attack, and as soon as he saw Dugu Yuanchen jumping into the air, he flew up and kicked him in the lower abdomen. Dugu Yuanchen had nowhere to borrow his strength in the air to change direction, and his injuries were not healed, and his actions were affected, so he could only take this kick.

But at this moment, a familiar thought flashed in his mind, and his middle finger and index finger turned into a sword trick to learn the wind as a horse, and slowly launched a sword.

Feng Weima and Zhuo Bufan stopped at the same time and cast their eyes over, both of them showed a little surprise in their eyes, even Feng Weima's eyes, which were always without affection, became colorful because of surprise at this moment.

"Interesting and interesting, rare and rare, the innate sword body is born with three-foot sword qi, so wow!" Feng Weima wanted to drink, but the wine jug had already been thrown by him somewhere, so he had to pretend to have taken a sip of wine.

In the eyes of ordinary people, his sword is simply tricky and inexplicable, and pinching the sword trick with two fingers becomes a swordsmanship?

But in the eyes of the meat monk, this sword is not simple, he has experienced it before, but at that time, Dugu Yuanchen's sword qi was not sharp, and at this moment, this sword looks slow and soft but gives people an unfathomable feeling, in other words, he can't give an estimate of this sword. But the meat monk did not flinch, and still kicked away.

With a hiss, the two of them slammed away, and stood looking at each other.

(End of chapter)