The long sword in Baili Feng's hand unexpectedly met the wandering golden flying knife. At this moment, the golden sword light in the sky suddenly disappeared without a trace, but the green leaves like a rainstorm had not yet fallen.
Lin Ye got up and stood among the fallen leaves in the sky. The golden flying knife returned to his hand, but the blade had been broken by the sword!
Baili Feng stood opposite him, holding his soft sword flat against his chest. He looked at Lin Ye quietly, and Lin Ye also looked at him quietly.
At this moment, both of them had no expression on their faces, but both of them, including Lightning on horseback, knew in their hearts that Lin Ye could no longer use the sword.
Lin Ye, the flying knife, is as fast as lightning, can hit hundreds of shots, and is victorious in every battle; the golden flying knife, which the third generation head of the No. 1 casting family spent seven, seven and forty-nine years to build, is indestructible, but today it was struck by this blade...
Although Lin Ye is known as the God of Swords, he can kill anyone with a damaged blade instantly, but if the opponent is Baili Feng...
Lin Ye knew he lost!
Lin Ye, the always victorious sword god, was actually defeated but not victorious at this moment!
Lin Ye's hand slowly lowered. The last fragments of maple leaves on the big tree had fallen. Silence returned to the surroundings, a deathly silence.
"Let's go."
Lin Ye was willing to admit defeat, stepped aside, and respectfully made a "please" gesture to Baili Feng.
"Brother Lin agreed."
Baili Feng nodded, turned around and jumped onto his horse. At this time, Lightning's mind was still occupied by the fighting scene just now.
Her eyes fell on the golden flying knife with its blade broken, and she felt extremely regretful! There are four god-level weapons in the world: the God of Death Golden Silk Yaoqin, the Willow Wind Soft Sword, and the golden flying knife, all four of them.
Coming from the Zhuge family, each item is a treasure coveted by people in the world. Now they belong to the four great masters in the world!
Lightning Zhen did not expect that the golden flying knife would be damaged by an inconspicuous sword. She frowned involuntarily - was Baili Feng's martial arts too powerful?
Lightning tried hard to search for information about Baili Feng in his mind - Baili Feng, the sixth prince of the Dacheng Empire, the most beautiful man in the world, extremely beautiful, good at strategy and combat, besides being the first to be kind to Lei Ming.
, so Lei Ming, the president of the all-powerful Black Wind Club's Lei branch, willingly worked for him as his subordinate. There seemed to be nothing else. She didn't even know what kind of kindness Baili Feng had to Lei Ming, so that he could actually let him
Go be his thug...
Baili Feng, what kind of person is he? Why can his martial arts defeat the sword god Lin Ye, one of the four great gods in the world?
Lightning frowned, she turned around and looked at Baili Feng warily, only to see him lowering his head and asking her:
"Are you okay?"
Although his voice was not gentle and even sounded a bit cold, it was filled with deep concern. Lightning's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat. For some reason, his chest seemed warm and sweet.
The surroundings were very quiet, and the golden sunlight shone over and fell on his face covered with dirt, which made him look particularly charming.
Lightning finally found his voice and said:
"fine."
As soon as she opened her mouth, she felt a little annoyed - what was wrong with her? Her voice sounded so panicked! Why should she be panicked? What would he think of her?
Lightning lowered his head pretending not to care, but his chest was beating "dong dong dong——", and he kept his ears up to pay attention to his changes.
"Get it done, I'm going to ride the horse."
When Bai Lifeng's low-pitched voice sounded again, Lightning breathed a sigh of relief - luckily he didn't notice her panic!
The sweaty horse screamed and drove away. Lin Ye still stood there, holding the dart in his hand in a daze. It was not until Baili Feng almost disappeared from his sight that he seemed to have just realized what he was doing.
Looking at his back and shouting:
"Bailifeng, I will challenge you someday!"
Baili Feng didn't answer Lin Ye's words. There was only one word in his mind - Hurry!
Go back quickly and bring Lightning back to the palace, because Xue'er is still waiting for him...
The weather in summer is unpredictable, and it can change at any time. One moment, the sky is clear and the red sun is high. The next moment, the sky is dark and the ground is dark, and the wind is howling. It stirs up the dust on the ground, and not long after, heavy rain suddenly hits.
Come on, it started to frighten with a "clatter".
In the uninhabited suburbs, in the violent storm, you can vaguely see a BMW speeding. There are two people on the horse. The man is wearing green clothes and has an expressionless face, and the woman is wearing a black cloak, but at this time the cloak is soaked.
Already.
This man and woman are Baili Feng and Lightning.
They had been driving hard all day, and they were exhausted. Coupled with the violent storm, even martial arts masters like Lightning couldn't bear it anymore, but they didn't see anyone along the way...
Lightning could only pray that the rain would stop quickly, but the weather was not as she expected. Not only did the rain not stop because of her prayers, but it even got scarier... Lightning could only pray secretly to find a place to take shelter from the rain.
After about another hour of rushing, the sky seemed to be shaking, and rain kept pouring down. Lightning felt that he was going to despair. At this moment, there was a wisp of green smoke in the distance.
As they got closer little by little, they finally saw a tall pole with a welcoming flag hung on the top of the pole. The edge of the flag was already tattered. There were four big characters embroidered on the flag: Xinhu Inn.
Calling it an inn is actually very weak. There are only three short mud houses under the tall flagpole, which are dilapidated. However, we can't be so picky at this time. It would be nice to have a place to take shelter from the rain!
"Very good!"
Lightning couldn't help but cheer, but Baili Feng didn't slow down.
"Hey - why don't you stop?" Lightning asked doubtfully, "Didn't you see the inn?"
"We have to hurry." Baili Feng's voice was calm.
"Hurrying?" Lightning's eyes widened in disbelief, "Brother, we've been rushing all day, okay? Even Lei Ming was left far behind by you! And it's raining so hard now, how can we rush?"
"I know I have wronged you, but she is in danger, and I have to take you back quickly to save her..."
Baili Feng said, the sincerity in his eyes was always hard to refuse, Ling Ling's heart suddenly softened, but when she heard him mention "her", she couldn't help but curiously asked:
"Who do you want me to save?"
"My wife." He replied softly, his voice much softer than before, especially when there was a hint of warm tenderness in his cold eyes.
I don't know why, but this answer made Lightning uncomfortable.
"Oh." She responded, "I understand your feelings, but if you keep rushing like this, I'm afraid I will get sick. If I get sick, who will treat your wife?"
Baili Feng frowned and looked up at the sky. At this time, there was a violent storm, and raindrops like beans kept falling from the sky and fell on his face, causing pain...
The rain was so heavy, coupled with the strong wind, if ordinary people were exposed to the wind and rain for so long, they would probably be unable to bear it.
It is indeed not appropriate to rush at this time.
Baili Feng silently turned around and headed towards the Xinhu Inn. Haste makes waste, so she had better take shelter from the rain first. I hope the rain can stop soon!
Xueer, you must hold on!
Baili Feng came to the door of Xinhu Inn and tied up the horse. At this time, Lightning could not wait to enter the house.
However, as soon as she stepped in, she was almost certain that the "Xinhu Inn" had not had guests for a long time.
The main hall of the inn is very small, and there is no room for tables and chairs with too many faces. Several Eight Immortals tables were even placed outside the door. Although Lightning has been in the world for many years, she has a noble status and has always had high requirements for the quality of life. This is the first time I have seen her.
Such a simple inn, but in this deserted place, it is good to have a place to take shelter from the rain, drink some hot tea, and eat something. How can you ask for so much?
The shopkeeper, who was doing calculations in the backstage, saw a guest coming, and he quickly came out with a smile. Perhaps it was because he hadn't seen the guest for a long time, so he was particularly excited.
Lightning found a seat and sat down, and then waved to Baili Feng, who had just entered. However, as soon as Baili Feng came in, his eyebrows wrinkled, and his piercing eyes began to look around seriously.
Lightning thought he was dissatisfied with the simple environment, so he slapped the table with disdain:
"Hey - why am I, a grown man, so picky! Don't act like a sissy! Come here, come here! Let's drink!"
But Baili Feng had a stern face when she came over:
"Let's change places."
His instinct told him there was something strange here.
"What are you going to change? How can there be so many places for you to choose from in this barren mountain! I don't care! I'm here! If you want to leave, just leave!" Lightning yelled, "I want to drink. One day.
I’m done drinking, but I’m so suffocated, shopkeeper, bring out the best wine in the store and some more appetizers!”
The shopkeeper quickly agreed, called the waiter, and asked him to go down and prepare the dishes.
After a period of excitement, the inn returned to calm. Lightning was drinking wine happily, while Baili Feng sat silently, neither speaking nor moving his chopsticks.
Outside the inn, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, hitting the roof with a "crackling" sound, echoing the "crackling" sound made by the shopkeeper when he was planning.
"Lightning Guild Master! It's you!" A slightly frail voice sounded from the back room, and a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old walked out of the back room and walked towards Baili Feng and the others.
"Brother Zhen, it's you!" Ling Liang greeted him excitedly, as if meeting an old friend in a foreign land, "Come, long time no see, let's have a drink."