Cold Sword Perched Peach Blossom

Gu Feiyu arrived a little late.

When he arrived at the sword platform with a heavy front on his back, he just saw the peach blossom flying out of Lin Rufei's hand, which broke the green sword energy that Wang Teng had slashed out.

Panting, Gu Feiyu flew to Lin Minzhi's side, and said, "I finally found it... Kunlun Mountain is too big, Mr. Lin, do you need me to send Chong Feng to the sword platform?"

Lin Minzhi said, "No need."

Gu Feiyu frowned and said: "But the fourth master Lin is so bare-handed..." His words got stuck in his throat, because Lin Rufei suddenly raised his hand on the stage and pulled out a fist out of thin air. The slender peach branch, which has no flowers or leaves, looks slender and fragile, but held by Lin Rufei's pale hands, it actually reveals a faint and terrifying aura.

Chong Feng, who was carried on Gu Feiyu's back, suddenly started humming. At first, Gu Feiyu thought that Chong Feng was excited, but when Lin Rufei calmly waved down the peach branch of the tree species, he realized that Chong Feng had actually is afraid.

Lin Rufei has never practiced sword since she was a child, so she doesn't know any sword skills.

He raised his hand and swung his sword, as ordinary as a child.

But Wang Teng, who was standing opposite him, showed a frightened expression.

Wang Teng didn't see what Lin Rufei's moves were like, but he felt a majestic sword intent. This sword intent seemed to come from heaven and earth. It gathered and boiled on Lin Rufei's peach branch, swirled, and finally spewed out—— ——Like a torrential river, it rushed towards Wang Teng on the sword platform with an unstoppable force.

There are no moves, no skills, just sword intent.

Wang Teng shouldn't be afraid.

However, when the sword intent really enveloped him, Wang Teng found that he couldn't stand upright under the sword intent.This mighty sword-like god looked down at him indifferently, bending his body inch by inch. At first he could barely bend his waist, and then he was forced to kneel down on one knee, but the special sword platform under his feet also began to bend. Following the shattering, it will soon be unable to support it.

Wang Teng vomited out a mouthful of blood, he looked up bitterly, looked at Lin Rufei, swallowed the blood gushing out of his mouth again, and called out: "Green Thorn—"

Green thorns buzzing.

"Fly out of the sword platform." Wang Teng said with difficulty, "As long as you leave these sword intents..."

He only spoke halfway, but he showed an expression of disbelief, staring blankly at the green thorn he was holding.

Green Thorn, who had encountered countless powerful enemies and cut off countless heads, was shivering in his arms, like a frightened child.

Qingji is Wang Teng's natal sword, and he can clearly feel that Qingji is afraid, afraid of Lin Rufei, who is sitting in a wheelchair on the opposite side, who seems fragile and vulnerable.

At this moment, Wang Teng remembered a sentence his master once said to him.

The master who picked him up and treated him like his own son said that as long as you use green thorns for one day, you will never be able to defeat Lin Rufei.

The green thorn was cast by a famous craftsman, and it is already a good sword among all the world. Wang Teng thought that the master was just saying that his swordsmanship was not good, but now, he vaguely understood.

Why as long as he uses green thorns for one day, he will never be able to beat Lin Rufei.

There will not be any sword in Lin Rufei's hand.

He is the most powerful one.

It's a pity that this sword has not yet been sharpened, and the reckless self has become his first whetstone.

Wang Teng burst out laughing.

His body was forced into the bluestone of the sword stand by the sword intent, and the bones on his body were crushed one by one by the sword intent, making a toothache creaking sound, and the blood overflowing from his mouth stained the green spines red. white blade.

Even so, Wang Teng didn't admit defeat. In his dictionary, the word "lost" didn't exist in the first place.

Unlike the Yaoguang Continent, which is full of etiquette, where he lives, admitting defeat means death.Since they are all dead, it is better to retain the last dignity of being a loser.

Perhaps because of the serious injury, Wang Tun's consciousness gradually became blurred, and some pictures of the past even flashed before his eyes.He saw himself scarred and bruised when he was a child, fighting for food with a wild dog, but because his body was too thin, he was thrown to the ground by the wild dog, and his throat was about to be bitten off, but a pair of white hands pinched The back of the wild dog's neck.

"Poor child." With a gentle voice, someone picked him up and embraced him, "Come with me."

That was the first softness that appeared in Wang Teng's world.

Before that, everyone called him Wild, just because he had green eyes.

Later, the man took him into the fairyland, taught him how to practice the sword with one hand, and gave him green thorns that were as green as his eyes as a gift. He thought that he was everything to that man.

Until a certain year, another name came out of that person's mouth.

"That kid will definitely be a powerful character in the future, Wang Teng, if you meet him, you should stay away."

"Who is he?"

"His name is Lin Rufei."

"..."

"The fourth son of the Kunlun School, Lin Rufei."

"Lin Rufei? Is he very powerful?"

"You have to remember this name, as far as you can go."

As Master wished, Wang Teng remembered this name forever.

Recalling this, he broke down. Wang Teng felt that his strength was constantly losing, and black spots appeared in his vision. He stroked the green thorn, felt its cold blade, and apologized in a low voice.

Sorry, didn't let you win this game, he is an unqualified host.Qingji, whose buzzing sound was getting weaker, seemed to feel something, and suddenly burst into a loud buzzing. The hilt of the sword was firmly attached to Wang Teng's palm, and refused to slip off, wanting him to catch him, just like usual .

However, it seemed as if he had sensed the resistance of the green thorn, and the sharp sword intent struck again. On the snow-white blade of the green thorn, tiny cracks began to appear. Wang Teng opened his eyes suddenly, and the emerald green eyes were full of struggle. He said with difficulty. : "No—green thorn, go away—"

Qingji still refused.

With tears in Wang Teng's green eyes, he roared with the last of his strength, "Go away—"

The green thorns seem not to smell.

It was the first time Wang Teng showed despair. It was fine if he died, but Qingji didn't need to be buried with him. It was a famous sword, so it would naturally meet a more powerful master.

Wang Teng hugged the blade of the sword, pressed his head firmly against the hilt, and murmured softly: "Qingji, you are the only ones who don't dislike me..."

Don't mind him being a green-eyed monster.

Sen Ran's sword intent came to an abrupt end.

The strong oppression disappeared in an instant, and the air returned to Wang Teng's lungs again. He gasped heavily, coughing up lumps of dirty blood. He looked up and saw Lin Rufei sitting in the distance.

"You won't kill me?" Wang Teng asked hoarsely.

Lin Rufei said: "Can you admit defeat?"

Wang Teng laughed at himself: "Of course I lost."

Lin Rufei said: "It's just a sword fight, it's up to the point, if you admit defeat, why would I take your life, but you have to promise me one condition."

Wang Teng's face darkened, thinking that Lin Rufei was going to bring up something wrong, his pupils stood up nervously like a snake, and he said, "What's the matter?"

Lin Rufei pointed to Lin Bianyu who was standing by the sword platform, and said calmly, "Apologize to my second brother."

Wang Teng was dumbfounded, his pupils returned to normal immediately, and said, "It was your second brother who came to me for a sword match last night—I should not be the one to apologize, right?"

Facing Wang Teng's question, Lin Rufei didn't change her face, and raised the peach branch in her hand: "Aren't you sorry?" He also inherited the inherent protection of the Lin family, no matter what his reason is, he hurt his second brother, he just It's time to apologize.

Wang Teng was speechless, and finally could only turn his head with difficulty, and apologized to Lin Bianyu.His body's recovery ability is very strong, the bones in his whole body have already been broken in sevens and eighties, but he was able to get up from the sword platform just by speaking.However, there was still a huge human-shaped pothole left on the sword platform, which was very obtrusive to the eyes.

"The fourth master Lin won." Wang Teng accepted the result of the competition.

"Wang Teng." Lin Minzhi said, "Are you Mr. Long's apprentice?"

Wang Teng didn't expect that someone would know his husband's name, so he was a little surprised and nodded.

Lin Minzhi asked again: "Is Mr. Long still okay?"

Wang Teng was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "It's been a year since I passed away."

Lin Minzhi showed regret and apologized.

Wang Teng obviously didn't want to talk more about this matter. He searched the ground for a moment, then limped to the corner, picked up the bamboo hat that had been thrown aside before, and put it on his head again.

Then he turned his head and looked at Lin Rufei: "You spared my life, and I owe you a favor."

Lin Rufei just laughed and said nothing.

Wang Teng said again: "But in a few years, I will come to you to compete with swords again. At that time, I will be stronger, and I hope that you at that time..." The sword has also been opened.

After he finished speaking, he saluted Lin Rufei and turned around to leave.

Lin Rufei, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly spoke and stopped him: "Wang Teng."

"Huh?" Wang Teng turned his head.

Lin Rufei said sincerely: "If we can meet again in the future, I will treat you to a drink."

Wang Teng was silent for a moment, did not respond, turned around and walked with his sword, staggering towards the direction of the front mountain.

It's just that when he left, there was a slight smile in those beautiful emerald eyes.

The man who had disappeared behind Lin Rufei reappeared and leaned into his ear, breathing hotly: "Why, that man is so good-looking?"

Only then did Lin Rufei turn around and saw the man's extremely beautiful side face. He smiled slightly and wanted to say something, but when he opened his lips, hot liquid gushed out of his mouth, mouthful after mouthful, white fox fur, Instantly dyed a dazzling scarlet.

"Little leek—" Lin Bianyu's frightened cry was also so far away. Lin Rufei's body was on the verge of falling, and the fragrance of peach blossoms that only belonged to men lingered in his nose. Wen's voice answered the man's question, he said, "Of course...it's not as good as you."

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