There are always young heroes who want to overthrow me

The sword energy was like a rainbow, if Wu Feng hadn't hesitated at the last moment, that sword would have been enough to split Lord Mo Wen in half.

But he met those emerald green eyes like beautiful jade, his heart moved slightly, almost at the same time he realized what Jun Mo wanted to do, but it was too late to take the move.

The tip of the sword crossed Jun Mowen's cheek, although he restrained his sword energy in time, and Jun Mowen also retreated in time, but the sword still slanted down from his forehead to his left cheek, almost hurting his left eye.

Blood spurted out, staining Jun Mowen's half of his cheek red, and his whole body was going backwards like a kite with a broken string.

Wu Feng didn't even hesitate at all, his figure flew forward abruptly, grabbing Jun Mowen's right hand tightly before he fell down.

Jun Mowen's eyes widened suddenly, he was a little dazed at first, he didn't know why he did this, but he soon understood, and suddenly felt a burst of inexplicable joy.

However, Wu Feng only had time to grab his hand.

Between the two of them, there was originally a posture of pressing step by step, retreating and dodging, and the speed was extremely fast, and Wu Feng's sword move with the momentum of wind and thunder had already gone all out. Although he stopped in time, the previous Inertia still cannot be underestimated.

Coupled with Wu Feng's strenuous efforts to catch Jun Mowen in time, when he came to his senses, both of them were already in mid-air, falling towards the deep pool under the waterfall.

Jun Mowen was the first to react. Although he was in a desperate situation, he didn't panic. In an instant, he had already slapped several palms on the waterfall beside him. At the same time, their falling speed also slowed down slightly.

Wu Feng also came to his senses immediately.

This was the first time that someone could not die on the spot when he used the trick of changing the storm. Just now, everything happened in the blink of an eye, and he didn't even have time to think about it. Now he suddenly felt a little scared and felt lucky.

If it wasn't for the moment that almost killed Jun Mowen just now, he might not have realized that Jun Mowen had already become an indispensable and important person for him.

Whether he is the leader of the Demon Cult or an unknown black-clothed barbarian, Wu Feng only knows that he doesn't want to kill him, even for the sake of the entire martial arts world.

This is an extremely strange feeling. Even if he has to abandon his mission as the heir of the Wu family, he still hopes to find a way to coexist with Jun Mowen.

Of course, this thought is only fleeting. The most important thing right now is how to save the lives of himself and Jun Mowen.

No matter how high their martial arts are, if they fall directly into the abyss from Feixueyan, they will be smashed to pieces and it will be difficult to survive.

Wu Feng's gaze turned to the towering ancient trees growing horizontally on the cliff, but unfortunately they fell in the middle of the waterfall, and the current of the water accelerated their falling trend, and at the same time, they were far away from the trees that could be clinged to.

After pondering for a while, the short sword in his hand has been swung out one after another. Because of Wu Feng's ingenious force, the cut branch hit the waterfall that was flying down, and immediately went down the current, and then became a bridge that the two could borrow temporarily. Foothold.

Jun Mowen and Wu Feng joined forces, unbelievably slowing down the fall slightly, and at the same time slightly deviated from the waterfall.

The rushing water will only speed them up, and it will be difficult for them to take advantage of it.

Seeing that the steep mountain wall was finally within reach, Wu Feng immediately swung his sword, stabbing into the abnormally hard rock wall, and countless sparks splashed immediately.

Although his dagger is as thin as a cicada's wing, wherever his internal force goes, it can not only cut through gold and jade, but also penetrate thick rocks. However, the speed of the two is too fast. Forcibly stopping the falling momentum, no matter how tough the sword is, it must be broken.

So Wu Feng's sword was inserted vertically into the stone wall. Although it could not stop the two of them from falling immediately, the dagger also unstoppably slashed across the hard rock under the action of his internal force, as if splitting the entire mountain into a long line. The gap in the gap, the sparks splashed by the collision of gold and stone, are dazzling under the moonlight, making the faces of the two of them flicker.

At the same time, their falling speed also began to slow down, but no one dared to relax easily, because the rocky ground under their feet could already be seen clearly. , Deep internal strength, but it is inevitable that he will still be seriously injured.

Jun Mo Wen slapped the stone wall again very quickly. This palm was so powerful that it shattered the rock. He and Wu Feng's bodies also flew sideways under the reaction force, and then continued to fall. But the place of foothold has shifted from the rocky land just now to the deep pool under the waterfall.

"thump--"

Falling into the water from such a high place, Jun Mowen and Wu Feng fell straight to the bottom of the deepest pool under the influence of inertia. The water flow surrounding them brought indescribable pressure, which made their eardrums "buzz". ” sounded, accompanied by a sense of urgency about to suffocate.

It wasn't until the speed of the sinking slowed down to be negligible that the two exchanged a glance and swam slowly towards the surface of the water in a tacit understanding.

When the moon was in the sky, Jun Mo Wen and Wu Feng lay side by side on the shore, feeling that all the strength in their bodies had been exhausted, but they heard the thunderous sound of the water beside them, and bursts of water vapor rushing towards their faces, bringing a somewhat strange feeling. Feeling of calm.

None of them had ever been in such a mess before, turning their heads to look at the people around them, they couldn't help but feel a little funny.

It wasn't until this moment that Jun Mowen noticed that the hands of the two were still holding each other tightly, but it felt very natural and comfortable, so he didn't want to change the status quo.

They all stared at the full moon in the sky quietly, their thoughts clearly fluctuated, but they couldn't think clearly about anything.

After a long time, Wu Feng murmured: "This battle..."

On the surface, it seems that it should be considered a draw, but he knows very well in his heart that if Jun Mowen didn't deliberately give way, he would not be able to hurt the opponent at all.

This result, while he was relieved, was also more troublesome.

He really didn't want to kill Jun Mowen, but he also didn't want Yuehengjiao to continue to be an enemy of the Central Plains martial arts.

As long as Yuehengjiao still aims to unify the Jianghu, Wu Feng must use all his strength to stop it, which has become a deadlock.

Jun Mowen glanced at him silently, sat up, and suddenly said: "You will never just ignore the Central Plains martial arts, will you?"

Even though many of those people were not worth saving by him, Wu Feng was such a stubborn person.

Wu Feng also sat up, sighed softly, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, covering the expression in his eyes.

"Yes, just like you will never give up Yuehengjiao."

Jun Mowen was silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled and said: "Then I will lose this battle."

Wu Feng looked up at him with some surprise.

Jun Mowen got up calmly, although his face was still haggard, but the green eyes had regained a strange look.

"I will keep my promise and lead the elite of the sect to leave the Central Plains. But the North Tianshan Mountain is the place where the Yueheng Sect guards. If the Central Plains martial arts dare to invade again, I will not forgive them lightly."

Wu Fengfeng also stood up involuntarily. The strange thing is that the first thing he thought of was not being happy for the Central Plains Wulin, but worrying that Jun Mowen would not be able to explain to his subordinates.

"You really decided to do it? But how do you explain it to them?"

Jun Mowen touched the sword marks on his face silently, and after a long time he said calmly, "This sword is enough."

For Jun Mowen, admitting that he was defeated by Wu Feng's sword in front of the Yueheng sect and the Central Plains martial arts is tantamount to abandoning his dignity and pride, and the sword mark is an unprecedented shame in this life .

But now he accepts such a result calmly, which makes Wu Feng feel a little bit surprised while being moved.

"why?"

Those three short words expressed all the doubts in Wu Feng's heart.

Why do you have to be merciful and almost die by your own sword?

Why admit failure and be willing to retreat to the Western Regions again?

Jun Mowen's smile was as cheerful as seeing the sun behind the clouds, and he said without hesitation: "Because I have already figured it out. What I want has never been this world, but..."

Focusing on Wu Feng's face, his eyes became softer, and he continued word by word: "A confidant who can talk to me and get drunk."

Wu Feng's heart skipped a beat, but soon after, a faint smile appeared on his face: "The leader of the world, the king, will you regret it in the future?"

Jun Mowen didn't answer directly, but looked up at the bright moon in the sky, suddenly concentrated his mind, solemnly pressed his left hand on his heart, and pointed his right hand at the moon in the sky, and said firmly: "Moon God As a proof, Jun Mowen will withdraw from the Central Plains from now on, and he will never take half a step in Wu Feng's lifetime. If you violate this oath, heaven and earth will perish, and there will be no redemption."

The Yueheng religion worships the moon god, and the oath to the moon alliance is the most sacred and unbreakable oath.

Jun Mo asked this move, which showed his determination and surprised Wu Feng even more.

"The Battle of Mount Tai, my hands were indeed stained with too much blood, and I no longer set foot in the Central Plains, but also to cut off those grievances. But..."

Jun Mowen's gaze turned to Wu Feng again, he explained the reason why he made such an oath lightly, but he smiled slightly, and then said: "I still hope that someone can accompany me to talk about the past and the present, and drink a jar of green plum wine together when I get up .”

This is nothing more than an invitation.

Being able to no longer be two opposing parties with him, Wu Feng also felt indescribably happy. Hearing this, the corners of his lips rose slightly, and he said with a half-smile: "I still want to find the whereabouts of Bo'er in the Central Plains..."

Jun Mo Wen didn't have time to show his disappointed expression, so he heard the peerless young man in white clothes change the subject, and said lightly: "However, in your free time, you might as well go to Beitian Mountain for a walk."

Jun Mowen's eyes flashed with joy, and he smiled at Wu Feng.

One is the world-renowned leader of the Demon Cult, and the other is the solid pillar of the Central Plains martial arts.

However, on this beautiful moonlit night in the south of the Yangtze River, they concluded a secret covenant that was unknown to third parties.

The agreement was nothing more than the six words that were not spoken——

I'm waiting for you.

I will go.

As evidenced by the moon god, it will be unforgettable in this life.

Volume Two