"Today is the last match! Ling Feng vs. Murong Yuan'er! The winner will get a scroll of the master's advanced elemental skill Mad Lion Cauldron!" At this time, the instructor declared war loudly from the high platform.
The light in the afternoon was a little yellow, and it hit the entire backyard arena, giving it a faint nostalgic feeling like the setting sun. Yes, after this battle, Ling Feng will leave this fifteen-year-old house.
In a small town of 20 years, he went to the mainland to find his relatives and complete his mission.
"Boom!"
The sound of the war bell echoed in the arena. On the arena, a man and a woman stood equally.
"Yuan'er, it's dad's fault. He shouldn't be so snobbish that he single-handedly ruined your future..." Murong Hu looked at the two people dueling on the field, the fingers behind the tea cup trembled slightly, and a pair of arrogant tigers
There was a hint of helplessness and regret in his eyes.
"Yuan'er! Thank you for your care over the past four years... I once imagined that I could live and practice together with you forever... But life is like a dream, and it will be over when you wake up." Ling Feng
Looking at the charming girl in front of him, he lowered his eyes and spoke calmly.
"I~I know, you want to kill my father to avenge your mother..." Murong Yuan'er said, tears streaming down her face.
"Yes, I must avenge my mother, unless... unless you kill me with your own hands..." Ling Feng raised his lowered eyes and looked at Murong Yuan'er's tearful eyes. The pain in his heart was indescribable.
He rolled his throat, gritted his teeth stubbornly, and said calmly.
"No, I won't kill you, and I can't kill you, Brother Lingfeng... Please let me call you Brother Lingfeng again... or there will be no chance in the future..." Murong Yuan'er slowly shook her head.
, and then looked at Ling Feng with tears in his eyes, thinking, "If I die, can I stop his desire for revenge..."
"Yuan'er, this is none of your business. Whatever you do will not help! You have to understand! What I lost was my mother! My only relative, my only relative..." Ling Feng's eyes suddenly
Murong Hu looked angrily at outside the court, as if he was not facing Murong Yuan'er but him.
"Brother Lingfeng..." Murong Yuan'er realized at this moment that no matter what she did, she could never calm the other party's hatred, just like she would rather die than let the other party kill her father.
"Let us use this battle to turn all the memories between us into nothingness!!" Ling Feng said, the phantom thorn in his hand already filled with a faint golden energy.
Murong Yuan'er frowned, and the vitality in her body was quickly poured into the long sword in Yu's hand, causing the sword to emit a faint vitality...
"Come on! From now on, we have nothing to do with each other! Just think of yourself as destroying me, the person who will be your father-killing enemy!" Ling Feng roared angrily!
Murong Yuan'er's tightly closed eyes opened slowly, as if she had made some important decision at this moment. She looked at Ling Feng, shouted sadly, and shot towards Ling Feng with both feet.
"One move will determine the outcome! Feng Ming Jian Gang!!" Murong Yuan'er flew into the air and gave a sweet shout. The long sword in her hand shook and made countless sword sounds. There were unexpectedly hidden swords in the breeze.
Tiny sword.
"Master's Lower Level Yuan Technique?! Double Dragon Style!" Ling Feng looked up and let out a low cry. The phantom thorn in his hand turned into a phantom dragon and charged forward ferociously.
"Brother Ling Feng... Farewell... I can't kill you, but I don't want to see you kill my dearest person..." Murong Yuan'er flashed a tear in her eyes in the air, and just before Ling Feng
When the phantom thorn of the wind was about to hit the opponent's sword, Murong Yuan'er suddenly withdrew the sword and closed a pair of tearful eyes.
"Yuan'er, what are you doing!?" Ling Feng was shocked when he saw it, and immediately withdrew the phantom thorn, but it was too late, the fierce momentum suddenly penetrated Murong Yuan'er's body...
"Yuan'er! Why are you so stupid! Why!" Ling Feng immediately flew up and hugged Murong Yuan'er in his arms, shouting in panic.
"Brother Lingfeng... I am no longer important in your heart..." Murong Yuan'er's pale face trembled with a hint of self-mockery, and she said lightly in her heart. At this time, Murong Hu from outside the court also rushed over and knelt down.
Di Murong Yuan'er's side stretched out a pair of trembling big hands to hold Murong Yuan'er's small hand...
"Little rich woman! Little rich woman, where is your medicine? Give it to me, hurry up!" Ling Feng handed Murong Yuan'er to Murong Hu, and quickly ran towards Han Yingying. Han Yingying didn't react for a while, but
Seeing Ling Feng's anxious look, he kept asking himself.
"Here, please don't yell at my lady!" Han Yingying responded and looked at Xiaolan. Xiaolan quickly walked over and handed out the small white jade bottle and said. Lingfeng took it and looked at it.
He glanced at Han Yingying, said thank you, and then quickly ran towards the arena.
"Yuan'er! Don't faint, hold on, hold on, the internal organs will be repaired by the internal organs soon!" Lingfeng called to Murong Yuan'er, who was about to faint, while quickly pouring the liquid to the still alive body.
Half of it was poured onto the bleeding wound, and then the other half was poured into her little mouth.
The blood on the wound stopped quickly, and then the external wound was quickly repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye. The other half of the swallowed medicine began to take effect in his body, entering into the damaged internal organs.
For quick repair, this miraculous effect must occur before the person faints. If Murong Yuan'er faints at this time, the medicine will lose its effectiveness. Although Ling Feng does not understand medicine, he still knows how to use medicine!
"Yuan'er! Don't think too much! Everything will be fine! When you get better, I will go to practice with you and go shopping together! Go buy your favorite candied haws!" Ling Feng said in order not to let Murong down.
Yuan'er fainted and kept talking about the longed-for future.