Drunk lying on the setting sun for the king

Although the room in Yueqing Inn only had a canopy bed and a table and chairs, it was tidy.Hai Jing pushed open the carved window sash to let in the air, and after about a cup of tea, he closed the window.He tidied the quilt on the bed, and just before he folded the quilt neatly, he suddenly heard a slight trampling sound from the roof.

Hai Jing immediately looked vigilantly, who would attract his attention in the middle of the night?Could it be the Lord of the Nether Valley?

Thinking of this, he opened the door and walked out, and jumped onto the roof, but saw the moonlight on the green tiles like water, and there was no one there.

Looking around, Hai Jing took a few steps lightly, and suddenly a slender red petal appeared in his eyes.Bending down to pick it up, his gaze fell not far away, and he found that there were still a few of the same petals scattered on the roof.

"Are you asking me to go with you?" Hai Jing held the petals in his palm, straightened up, squinted his eyes and smiled.Among the mottled tree shadows, a ghostly black shadow suddenly flashed, and Hai Jing chased after him without thinking.

Following that ethereal black figure, the roof of the inn passed under Hai Jing's feet, and the night wind whipped up his hair and skirts, and the sound of the wind in his ears made him feel a little special.

The figure in front of him never looked back, as if he was confident that his lightness kung fu could shake off Hai Jing, but he didn't want Hai Jing's kung fu to be on par with him.

Suddenly, the figure slowed down and rushed into a dense forest.Hai Jing followed and jumped in, only to see that in the dimness, the branches and shadows of trees were intertwined and intertwined, making it impossible to see the scene ahead clearly.

With his eyesight and hearing, Hai Jing still found the direction where the black shadow was escaping.After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally passed the dense forest, but he couldn't help being stunned by the sight in front of him.I don't know how far it is from the inn. It is located in the deepest part of the mountain forest, and a winding river runs through it not far away. The temperature is much colder than outside.

What surprised him even more was that the two sides of the river were covered with bright red Bana flowers, which stretched like a sea of ​​blood, swaying in the dark night, as if inhabiting countless souls.Except for the roar of the wind, there is only deathly silence, the gray dome does not see a single star, the moonlight is dim, and even the river water looks like a black curtain.

Hai Jing lowered his breath as if he was worried about breaking the dead silence, and looked at the eerie scene quietly, feeling a sense of dread in his heart.

He walked through the sea of ​​flowers and came to the shore.Staring at the endless Heihe in front of him, he suddenly felt a little interest in his heart, and said with a smile: "The Nether Valley? This really looks like a road leading to the Hades."

After all, he walked along the river bank and walked forward.However, he didn't realize that on the road he just passed, a man wearing a bamboo hat and dressed in white slowly walked through the flowers and came to the river facing the direction he left, standing against the wind.

His face was completely immersed in the shadow of the bamboo hat, he couldn't see his face clearly, and his clothes fluttered in the wind, just like a ghost from the underworld, gloomy and ethereal.

As the road stretches, the sound of rumbling water gradually enters the eardrums.Not long after, the Black River in front of him disappeared like a rupture, and a cliff also came into sight. This river will soon turn into a waterfall and flow down the cliff.

Hai Jing stopped without haste, performed lightness kung fu and jumped towards the opposite bank, skimming the water and landing among the flowers.

Looking sideways into the depths of the sea of ​​flowers, Hai Jing suddenly found a winding path leading to nowhere.He walked along the path, his slightly narrowed eyes were full of smiles, as if he was not afraid of anything in the world.

Under the night, the bright red Bana flowers swayed in the wind, and the surroundings were filled with the light fragrance of flowers and moist soil. Haijing suddenly felt that everything around him was very unreal, as if he was in a dream.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Hai Jing passed through the sea of ​​flowers and came to a mountain wall, but there was nowhere to go.

He thought for a while with his hands around, and carefully looked at the mountain wall and the ground. Not long after, he saw a secret door in a dark corner.The moment the secret door was opened, a cold breeze rushed towards the face, and the stairs disappeared into the darkness, as if leading to an endless abyss.

Hai Jing took out the fire pocket from his pocket, lit it and walked down the stairs, and walked down the stairs in a short while, and stepped on the flat ground.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound from above, Hai Jing couldn't help looking up, but saw that the secret door had been closed.

It seems that that person is definitely here... Hai Jing looked around thoughtfully, when a hidden weapon flew past his eyes, interrupted the fire, and the flames went out instantly.

Hai Jing fell into the darkness as if blind for a moment, unable to see anything.A rotting smell hit his face, making him feel like he was in a horrible cemetery, surrounded by rotting corpses, but he couldn't find a way out.

Knowing that this was a tactic used by the other party to put pressure on him, Hai Jing closed his eyes, stabilized his mind, and slowly stepped forward.

The ground seemed to be covered with moss, and it was soft and moist to step on, just like stepping on a rotting body, which made Hai Jing feel a chill in his heart.After walking a few steps, he actually stepped on a white bone, and the sound of breaking could be heard crisply.

"Looks like a lot of people died here." Hai Jing muttered to himself, stepping more carefully.

After walking for a while, the sound of light footsteps suddenly came from the front.Hai Jing's expression froze, and he rushed towards the direction of the sound of footsteps. Even if it was a trap, he had to break through it at this moment.

As soon as he reached the place where the footsteps sounded, Haijing heard the whistling wind.He pulled out the bamboo sword from his waist, the jingling sound resounded through the tunnel, and all the hidden weapons that came flying were shot down to the ground.

And Hai Jing didn't relax, he jumped forward, dodging the spikes from the ground one after another.He looked back and found that he was far away from where he was standing just now.

At this time, a haughty voice sounded, although the voice was pleasant, but the tone was very harsh, "Hmph, you are not bad to be able to follow this place."

Hai Jing followed the prestige, "Is this very close to Nether Valley?"

The man didn't say anything more, only the fierce sword wind roared towards him.As soon as Haijing's bamboo sword came out, it blocked the attack, and the sword edge picked up and stabbed down.

Naturally, the sword did not hit, but following the breath of the opponent, Hai Jing stretched out his left hand and grabbed the opponent's wrist as the blade brushed his sleeve.

The sword barely stopped at Hai Jing's heart, only to hear the other party sneer, "You are so brave, if your hand is a bit slower or an inch away, I will penetrate your chest!"

Hai Jing smiled casually: "So I won't be one point slower or one inch off."

The visitor was silent for a while, then withdrew his hand suddenly, and the sound of the long sword being unsheathed sounded in the darkness.He turned and walked deep into the tunnel, "Follow me, if you lose track, you will never leave here!"

"You won't kill me?" Hai Jing asked playfully.

"What's the fun in killing you here!" A cold voice sounded from the front.

"So you came here to have fun? Why don't we chat, it's much more interesting than dancing swords." Hai Jing smiled and followed him.

The man paused, then continued walking.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Hai Jing asked, "Looking at your strength, don't tell me you're just Feng Xiangyue?"

The man still ignored him, but quickened his pace.Hai Jing also stopped talking and increased the speed of his feet.Unexpectedly, the man walked faster and faster, and he could only distinguish the direction he was walking by the sound of his slight footsteps. If his hearing or foot strength was slightly insufficient, he would immediately get lost in the darkness.

In the end, Hai Jing almost ran out of the tunnel.Only then did he see what the man in front of him looked like.

The man wears a bamboo hat with low pressure on the edge, completely covering his face.Under the veil-like moonlight, the white clothes seemed to have a little luster, but they couldn't conceal the murderous and hostile aura emanating from his body.

His back is very straight, and his head is always raised slightly proudly, as if nothing in the world can conquer him.

Hai Jing stared straight at him, and suddenly laughed, "If I'm not mistaken, the owner of Yueqing Inn, the owner of Nether Valley, is it you?"

The man paused for a moment, helped the bamboo hat, "You have eyes."

As soon as he finished speaking, his men had already rushed in front of Hai Jing, with a flash of sword light, and thrust out several swords.His swordsmanship is quite vicious, every move is to attack the vital point, without any redundant movements.

Hai Jing had never seen such a fast sword before, he hurriedly moved his body to dodge, the sword edge cut through his clothes, but never hurt his flesh.

Even so, Hai Jing still couldn't help frowning, he had already used the fastest speed, but he couldn't completely avoid the opponent's long sword, it seems that the opponent he met this time was quite different.

Suddenly, the tip of the sword stopped between the two of them, because Hai Jing's bamboo sword was pulled out at some point and caught on his sword.

"No one can escape my twenty moves, Hai Jing, you are indeed worthy of me personally." Feng Xiangyue said word by word, his tone was a little serious, but it seemed to be smiling.It was rare to meet such a well-matched opponent, and his blood boiled instantly.

Hai Jing smiled and looked at him, "That's really an honor, why don't we let go of our grievances and make friends."

"Dream! Since you and I are enemies, one person must die between us tonight!" Feng Xiangyue said, taking a step back, holding the sword horizontally in his chest, and a cruel light flickered in his eyes.

A gust of wind blew dead leaves flying all over the sky, rolled past the two of them, and was shaken by the chilling sword energy and slowly fell down.

Hai Jing's nerves were tense for a moment, and the smile had long since faded.Just because he knew that standing in front of him was a powerful enemy he had never encountered before, a truly terrifying opponent!

Feng Xiangyue's whole body was full of hostility, as if he had merged with the long sword in his hand.At this moment, his sword is no longer just a weapon, but his soul itself.His obsession, his stubbornness, and his pride are all integrated into it, showing his sharpness and being unstoppable.

But seeing the silver light shine, Feng Xiangyue's sword body turned into a flying rainbow and flew straight towards Hai Jing.Before the sword's edge arrived, the sword energy had cut Hai Jing's cheek like a blade!

Hai Jing stepped back, avoiding the sharp edge, and swung his sword to meet it.Hearing a "choke" dragon chant, sparks overflowed, and the murderous aura of collision was pushed out layer by layer like waves, shaking the clothes of the two of them flying, and the fallen leaves danced wildly like spirit snakes.

The tip of Feng Xiangyue's sword suddenly changed, brushing the bamboo sword and thrusting out straight, immediately using seven swords.Hai Jing retreated and blocked, barely blocked the six swords, his sleeves "brushed" torn open.

Seeing that the opponent's speed was slightly faster than his own, Hai Jing rolled his eyes and attacked first. He stabbed more than [-] swords in a row, only one sword was real, and slashed towards Feng Xiangyue's throat from a tricky angle, but before he touched it, Hitting Feng Xiangyue's blade.

"Small tricks." Feng Xiangyue snorted coldly, turned his wrist, and sent out the long sword, and unexpectedly used 64 swords in an instant.

For a while, the tinkling sound continued for a long time, and the yellow leaves on the branches were urged to fall one after another by the sword energy, and split into pieces in an instant, flying down like raindrops, shining with silver light under the moon.

64 As soon as the sword fell, Hai Jing swept back a few feet, but he was unscathed.Feng Xiangyue's face darkened unconsciously, Hai Jing not only saw the reality of his sword moves, but also resolved all the real moves, which is very comparable.

Taking advantage of Hai Jing's unsteady footsteps, he volleyed in the air, and the sword body turned into a light curtain, casting it on Hai Jing's face.This sword moves light and shadow into illusions, there is emptiness in reality, and reality in emptiness, which is already indistinguishable.Hai Jing's side was several zhang around, and there were only blocks of silver light left, no matter where he dodged, he couldn't escape a single blow.

The whistling wind was heard endlessly, even though Hai Jing dodged, his clothes were still torn apart, and a little bit of blood splashed down.He narrowed his gaze, stood still, protected his body with internal strength, mobilized all his senses, and waited for Feng Xiangyue to strike out with his sword.

And when the sword was a few inches away from Hai Jing's throat, it stopped suddenly.Because Hai Jing's bamboo sword had already picked up Feng Xiangyue's chest at this moment, went up with the trend, and brushed his cheek.

The silk-covered white clothes suddenly split open, and the bamboo hat flew up like a kite with broken strings, and landed in a circle with the wind.Feng Xiangyue's hair, which was originally gathered in the bamboo hat, flowed down like a waterfall in an instant, and was picked up by the breeze again, with a different style in the mess.

The last bit of residual leaf also fell to the ground, and the atmosphere seemed to be frozen in silence for an instant.