Bulwark of Light

Chapter 139

"Hey--"

Song Ci ran fast.

The mountain road is not long, and the hill is only so high.

He took three or four steps at a time, and rushed down the mountain. Even so, he ran for a long time before he caught a glimpse of the red-haired figure who seemed to be graceful, but actually walked fast.

The crow amplified the speaker with both hands, and shouted this sentence loudly.

Instead of turning back, Lu Nanjin walked even faster.

Crow remembered Madam's instructions, and chased after her. In fact, even without Madam's orders, he would have chased after Nan Jin.

Left without saying goodbye ten years ago.

After finally meeting, today, he must ask clearly.

The crow quickly caught up, stopped in front of Nan Jin, and asked straight to the point: "Xiao Lu, are you avoiding me?"

Holding the knife, Lu Nanjin looked at the inch-cut man in front of him, and after a moment of silence, he responded with clumsy acting: "Who are you?"

Whoops...

Song Ci laughed angrily.

If it wasn't for the strangeness that flashed in the other person's eyes when they were looking at each other before, and I caught it, then the current confrontation, according to my personality, might really believe that Xiao Lu didn't recognize me, and maybe he would explain it stupidly some.

"I don't understand what happened." Song Ci took a deep breath and said, "Why did you leave without saying goodbye? See you today, and why are you pretending not to know?"

"I don't even understand what you're talking about. I have nothing to say to you."

Lu Nanjin went straight around the crow.

The moment we passed by.

Song Ci made a move.

He stretched out his arm, originally intending to stop Lu Nanjin, but the woman who was walking fast at this moment actually drew out the knife directly. Although she didn't pull out the blade, she held the scabbard unceremoniously, and shook the knife away——

"Buzz!"

Lanqie's strong wind swept across, instantly entangled Song Ci's palm, and the fierce wind pressure smashed all the suits on this arm, leaving only broken strips of cloth.

The sheath tip of the scabbard rests on the crow's jaw.

"I just want to catch up with you..." Song Ci's eyes were complicated.

He was not injured. This was not because of his own strong defense, but because Nan Jin's seemingly sharp knife did not actually display the knife intent. Every strand of the knife that was shaken out was just a cut When the clothes are cut, they will be retracted, and there are countless clues.

This shows that she does not want to hurt the person blocking the way.

Seeing this, Song Ci decided to open his mouth and express his heart.

"I have nothing to say about Zhao's lackeys..." Lu Nanjin gritted her teeth.

"You should talk to Madam more, there may be some misunderstanding here."

Song Ci wasn't angry, but said in a deep voice, "Since you've come to Dadu, why rush to leave?"

Nan Jin could no longer listen, and just asked, "You want to keep me?"

The voice fell——

A fallen leaf fell with the wind and landed on the scabbard of the long knife.

Lanqie's knife burst out instantly, smashing the dead leaf into hundreds of leaf shadows.

In the next instant, Song Ci's figure suddenly blurred. He stretched out his hand to pick up the hundreds of broken leaves, and slowly stretched out his palm. In the palm lay a complete fallen leaf that had been spliced ​​back together, but the patchwork was not firm enough. Once blown, it dissipates again.

"Yes...I want to keep you."

Song Ci said sincerely: "But it's not by force, but by me. I hope you stay in Dadu... No matter what misunderstanding you and your wife had, at least now you have a chance to explain it clearly."

Nan Jin stared at the leaves flying out of Song Ci's palm, dazed.

Just what level does it take to restore the dead leaves?

The tenth floor of the deep sea, or the No.11 floor?
No matter what Song Ci's current state is... One thing that is certain is that he has far surpassed himself.

Pick the leaves and fight again.

It's only been ten years...

A trance appeared in Nan Jin's eyes.

In the past ten years, she has been practicing hard all the time, practicing swordsmanship day and night. Until now, she has only passed the trial of the seventh layer of the deep sea, and she can comprehend Lanqie's extraordinary origin.

Leaving Dadu, leaving home.

To investigate her father's death, to take revenge on the most likely enemy... She has been pushing herself forward for ten years, but now she feels like a joke.

There was enough anger burning in her chest.

But she doesn't have the strength to match it... If she had Song Ci's talent, perhaps by now, the blood debt of the old Lion Lane case would have been settled.

next moment--

"Clang" sound!
Lu Nanjin drew his sword out of its sheath instantly.

She glared at Song Ci, her eyes were filled with the bloody light reflected in the Lion Alley of her childhood.

cut!kill!

At this moment, countless sword glows burst out in the area of ​​Lan Qie Dao!
Song Ci's expression was solemn, and he took a wrong step backwards. He could have slapped the handle of the knife back in an instant like Jiang Tan did against Wu Yong, and then slapped it back again, making Nan Jin unable to even draw the knife out of its sheath... But he didn't.

So Nan Jin handed out a pair of sabers, and two poignant lights of the sabers bloomed in the air.

Lu Nanjin's sword skills are very fierce, she doesn't look like a weak woman at all.

She opened and closed the saber, completely giving up defense, and when she handed the saber, her whole body was full of flaws... But this kind of saber is the most terrifying, because she did not spare her life, so the saber is deadly.

She is willing to trade injury for death, even death for death.

The two were at the foot of the mountain, advancing and retreating, Song Ci didn't fight back at all, the light of the knife flying all over the sky touched his cheek, his sleeves bloomed, his skin was cut, and fine drops of blood were thrown in the air, and the next moment he was killed The biting knife air shattered, and the air was filled with a faint fishy smell. He was like a dancer dancing on a cliff wire.

In the shadow of swords and swords, only dodge, not attack.

On the other hand, Nan Jin's eyes were red. In the past night, she had cut the long knife countless times and smashed the wooden dolls in the training dojo with Lancutter. She imagined that the other party was Zhao Xilai, Zhao Qi, the one who caused the tragedy in Lion Lane The murderer... a certain powerful transcendent.

At this moment, Song Ci's shadow overlapped with the wooden figure.

Rancher attacked with all his might.

After burning everything, tens of thousands of dead leaves shattered in the knife field, and the tornado of dead leaves was raised by the knife gang, and the two stood in the waterfall of leaves falling from the sky.

Lu Nanjin gritted her teeth and stared angrily at the man in front of her. A broken long knife pierced Song Ci's shoulder and pierced through. The last knife she tried with all her strength, Song Ci did not hide.

Song Ci lowered his arms and stood silently, wishing to fight and suffer, without saying a word from the beginning to the end.

As long as Lu Nanjin hands the knife again, he will suffer again.

Looking at Lu Nanjin's angry face, Song Ci lowered his eyes and smiled, pointed to another knife, and murmured softly: "Here...Xiao Lu, there is one more knife."

"Clang" sound.

A shattered long knife fell to the ground, making a heart-breaking sound.

"If I can't make it... I'll be considered a winner..."

Song Ci smiled.

He leaned against the broken blade and walked forward slowly.

Finally, I approached the girl who had been away from me for ten years.

Song Ci stretched out a hand and gently embraced the latter's trembling shoulders. After hesitating for a moment, he patted it slowly after hearing the slight sobbing sound, and smiled softly with pale lips: "Hey... ...Long time no see, why are you still that crybaby?"

(End of this chapter)