[Thunderbolt] Drunken Song Fu

On the way, Yan Gexing asked about the battle with Juan Shoutian: "How is the battle between you and Juan Shoutian?" "There is no winner." Yan Gexing wondered: "I still don't understand, why do you insist Fight him again?" "Before Po Rushuang died, he had a feeling in his heart, and he was distracted during the battle."

Yan Ge Xing Yuanmu: "You can fight him again without any worries, are you very happy? It seems that you are more in tune with such a person. Unlike me, a drunk, who can only wait for you to pay for it. Money." Leng Biefu stopped, "You don't use the sword anymore, I don't force it, but I don't just talk about the sword when making friends, so you don't have to say such sour words."

Yan Gexing looked at the Xiawu on his back, and smiled lightly: "You know I'm talking sourly again." "You've been staring at Tired Shoutian before, and that's what you were thinking about?" "No, no, don't talk nonsense. .”

The two walked to the sea of ​​swords, but they saw that the sea of ​​swords was already a sea of ​​flames. The sea of ​​swords was destroyed, and the heaven and earth horseflies were angry at the two of them because of the destruction of the sea of ​​swords.Yan Gexing confronted the king, and had been abandoned for many years. It was difficult to fight the sword of the past, and he could only narrowly resist the power of the overlord!

On the other hand, Leng Biefu blocked Hou Kui's move, but was conspired to get injured. Seeing Yan Gexing's deadly move against Shang Wang, Leng Biefu threw himself in front of him regardless of his injury.Facing extreme moves, Leng Biefu was defeated due to injury, and immediately vomited scarlet, Xia Wu let go, Yan Gexing only had time to catch Leng Biefu's fallen body.

Yan Gexing knew that a long battle would be unfavorable, so he threw up yellow sand on the ground, carried Leng Biefu on his back and took the opportunity to retreat.On the wilderness road, Yan Gexing ran hurriedly with Leng Biefu on his back, gulping inexhaustible blood, not caring that it had soaked into his clothes, the faint breath of suspense in his heart could not be broken, could not stop!Even if the footsteps are chaotic, as long as you can hold on to your life, he will rush into the darkness!He broke into Huang Quan!

Yan Gexing raised his heart, and nervously called the person on his back: "Leng Biefu, wake up, don't sleep! Don't sleep! Hold on! We'll be at Knock Zhu Shanju soon!" Leng Biefu's breathing was weak , but still worried about Xia Wu: "I...it's fine, Xia Wu—"

Yan Gexing interrupted him: "Stop worrying about Xia Wu, now you just need to be sober, remember how we met, or, calculate how much I owe you? No matter what, just support me!" The popularity on the back is like a thread: "You owe me a lot, a lot, and a lot to remember, but I don't want you to pay back anything."

Yan Gexing suddenly got a little angry: "Shut up! Tell you to count! If you can't figure it out, then count how much you owe me!" He was afraid, not because of the loss of the past, but because of the people standing in front of him. It's cold!

Leng Biefu responded weakly: "What are you... angry about?" Yan Gexing kept on walking, "I'm angry at you for being so stupid! I'm angry at myself for not being tired!"

When Leng Biefu stood in front of him, his heart seemed to stop beating. At that moment, intense unwillingness and fear swallowed up his reason!He has sunk for too long, so that Leng Biefu got involved.I have never felt that the road to Zhuozhushanju is so long, it seems to have no end!

Yan Gexing rushed into the Zhuozhushan residence regardless of etiquette. This was the first time the teacher saw such a panicked Yan Gexing, "Master, save Leng Biefu!" She fed Leng Biefu the pill and saw Yan Gexing's trembling fingertips: "Leng Biefu, don't let anything happen to you!"

It wasn't until the effect of the medicine took effect and Leng Biefu improved that Yan Gexing heaved a sigh of relief. Hongchen Shenmeng saw a different expression in his eyes than before. "Leng Biefu will heal after a few days of rest. Your injury should be dealt with first." "No need, I'll watch him wake up."

Yan Gexing lowered his eyes: "Master, I'm sorry, the famous utensil you made with your own hands was lost in the battle. Yan Gexing is very sorry for you." Forged, I believe that the origin and the extinction will not break the fate with you."

"It's you, you used to regard Xia Wu as more important than your life, but at this moment, your eyes are full of eyes only for the safety of Leng Biefu. From the moment I saw Xia Wu on Leng Biefu's back, I knew that he took you out The mud of the past. At least at this moment, in your heart, Leng Biefu is even more important than Xia Wu?"

Yan Gexing narrowed his eyes: "Yes, if it was in the past, even if I risked my life, I would not lose Xia Wu. Leng Biefu is the only moonlight in my darkness, it is my salvation, it is my Hope." The clichéd words were Yan Gexing's truest feelings.

It turned out that the moon-white figure had already taken root in his heart since the first time it stood for him, and at this moment, it had grown into a lingering lush forest.

"He was injured because he saved me. I will never let this happen again!" The eyes of the person in front of him were firm, and Hong Chen smiled in a dream: "Did he give you the courage to let go of the past and hold the sword again?" Yes! Although he is moonlight, he is extremely warm, master and friend, can I still be a swordsman by his side?"

Hongchen Shenmeng gave him another sword, called "Qingdeng Guzhao", "Seeing you cheer up, I am really happy for you. Finally, you have found someone to protect again. I believe that you and him will become rivals." A swordsman who is stronger than the sword of lawlessness." "Thank you!"

It's just that no one expected that the final destination of Qingdeng Guzhao was not Yan Gexing who regained Jianxin, but Leng Biefu who was sleepy at the moment.

The sleeping man's white clothes were stained with blood. This was not Leng Biefu in his impression. He was supposed to be gentle and humble but powerful, and he could calmly deal with any enemy.At this moment, she was dressed in white clothes and was seriously injured. It was her own burden, her own sinking. Yan Gexing clenched his fists, with a thousand thoughts in his brows.

"Leng Biefu, thank you, thank you for taking me out of the mud, thank you for paying for my wine for so many years. Let Yan Gexing, who uses the sword, be friends with you again, let's fight side by side with each other on swords!"

He stretched out his hand to smooth Leng Biefu's brows and eyes. In his blue eyes, there was a deep affection that had never been shown: "Leng Biefu, I will never let you suffer such a serious injury again, never!" Like a promise, like an agreement , his gaze was firm, looking at the sleeping man.