The sun hangs lazily in the sky.

There was no wind in the woods, but they were swaying constantly.

Shadow didn't dare to relax at this moment, even if a leaf fell from the sky.

Even if the fallen leaves didn't make a sound, his highly alert heart would once again become like a taut string.

At the moment when the sword flashed, he suddenly realized that death was so close to him.

Although death was not that scary in his heart, here, for the first time, he felt that when a person encounters a terrible opponent.

A heart that could be calm, no matter how hard one tries to suppress it, still cannot calm down.

There is no way out.

Shadow understands this truth very well in his heart.

At this moment, no matter how powerful the opponent is, you must not be impulsive, because the impulse will turn into a call for death in an instant.

In Shadow's life, he may have experienced challenges like this countless times. He believed in the sword in his hand as much as he believed in his own destiny.

But the moment Feng Erniang pulled out the sword, Shadow still sighed helplessly.

Any opportunity for me had turned into a fantasy the moment Feng Erniang drew her sword.

Because women are inherently impulsive animals with advanced intelligence.

When they encounter life and death, their sanity can only be a distant dream.

In their minds, no matter who they meet, no matter how powerful the opponent is, as long as they can protect themselves, they will resist.

Of course all this has no consequences at all.

Perhaps Elder Yuan in front of him was waiting for this opportunity. Although the knife in his hand could not defeat the shadow for a while, Feng Erniang was a woman after all.

Moreover, she is an impulsive woman at this moment, and her sword is definitely not as fast as Shadow's sword.

A smart man will never let go of any useful opportunity.

What's more, in Feng Erniang's eyes, Elder Yuan is a very terrifying master.

The light of the sword flashed in the wind, and the shadow that took off never fell in the sky.

Elder Yuan seemed to have a pair of eyes behind him. When Feng Erniang drew his sword, he never looked back, but he sneered again under the mask.

It seems to be coming from the Ghost Face Pass, this is the call of the ghost.

When Feng Erniang's sword was only a few inches away from him, his figure suddenly began to spin, and a pair of cold eyes shot out from under the mask.

Like two sharp swords shooting straight at Feng Erniang.

His sleeves had floated up, and a strong force blocked Feng Erniang's sword, like a natural barrier.

Feng Erniang tried her best to thrust out her sword, but she heard a terrible voice, "Are you worthy of pulling out your sword?"

With a raise of her sleeves, Feng Erniang's hand took away the thrust of the sword, and she flew backwards, with bright red blood spurting out of her mouth.

Shadow's sword flashed luster in the air again, and his sword drew countless sword shadows, stabbing the masked Elder Yuan from the air.

He couldn't give this person any chance. As long as he hesitated a little bit, today's Feng Erniang might stay here forever.

Feng Erniang's person fell to the ground, her face was gray, she pressed a hand on her chest, and bright red blood spurted out from her mouth and fell on her chest.

A kind of complete despair appeared in her heart, and she knew very well that as long as Elder Yuan raised his hand again, her life would stay here forever.

What's more, he has a deadly knife in his hand.

But the sword never hit her, and when she landed, Feng Erniang heard a sound made by the sword and the sword one after another.

This sound is very clear and crisp, it is the sound made by the sword breaking.

Only Shadow held a sword in his hand. At this critical moment, Shadow stabbed Elder Yuan with all his strength with his sword, preventing him from using the sword in his hand to slash at him.

Feng Erniang raised her head with pain, although she was still coughing.

Everything suddenly became quiet again.

The shadow man has fallen to the ground, his hands are hanging down, and the hand holding the sword is bloody, but there is a smile on his face.

This vigorous sword move forced Elder Yuan to give up on the injured Feng Erniang.

The knife in Elder Yuan's hand was pointed vertically at the ground. He did not speak. Perhaps he did not expect that Shadow would use desperate moves to save Feng Erniang.

A long time passed.

Elder Yuan looked at the shadow and said in a mocking tone: "It seems that your hands will never be able to hold a sword again!"

The shadow's hand was bloody, and his eyes fell on the broken half-section of the sword on the ground. He sighed deeply and said: "Your sword should be faster than the sword. If you were holding a sword today, maybe

I don't have this opportunity..."

Although Shadow opened his mouth, he did not finish what he said.

But there was an affirmation in his heart that made him nod slowly.

Elder Yuan, who was standing, did not speak or give any explanation. It was as if the shadow affirmed that he already knew it, but did not say it to each other.

Shadow finally moved his eyes to Feng Erniang, with a kind of pity and sympathy in his eyes. He said softly: "Why are you bothering? You know that you are no match for him."

Feng Erniang wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her hands and said with a pained voice: "I know this."

"Why is this?" Shadow asked.

"Because I know you want to see someone, and this person is very important to you." Feng Erniang said.

"He gave you a promise?" Shadow said.

"No." Feng Erniang said.

"Oh!" Shadow responded and said no more.

"Because I believe that I have not misjudged anyone." Feng Erniang continued.

Shadow nodded again.

When Shadow's eyes met Elder Yuan's again, a kind of ruthless indifference made him feel extremely depressed. What kind of person can live so ruthlessly and without justice?

Shadow couldn't understand.

The wind in the valley blows at the right time.

Shadow suddenly discovered that this valley would also be filled with incomparable happiness. As long as he could think about everything in an instant, he could let go of anything in his heart.

A smile gradually appeared on Shadow's face, and he suddenly started laughing, as if he suddenly remembered something that made him very happy.

However, Elder Yuan was still very cold. He did not stop the laughter from the shadow, nor did he look at Feng Erniang again. In his eyes, she had turned into a dead person.

When the shadow slowly stopped laughing, he said in a cold voice: "You must feel that what happened today is very strange, why don't I kill you now?

"I know." Shadow stopped smiling and began to look into the distance.

"He will never know who I am? He should appear where he is most interested now." Elder Yuan said.

"Do you know him very well?" Shadow did not take his eyes back, he became quiet.

"No one can escape my grasp. He is just an ordinary person. I don't believe the rumors in the world." Elder Yuan pressed his hand hard on the handle of the knife, and the tip of the knife penetrated deeply into the ground.

Shadow smiled lightly and did not argue.

At this time, there was a cough from the far side of the path, and a voice came from a distance. It was the voice of an old man, but it seemed sonorous and powerful.

"I have always thought so, but the moment I saw him again, I changed my mind." A man was slowly walking over from the side of the road.

He had a full head of white hair draped over his shoulders. He was holding a jar of wine in one hand and a sword in the other.

A sword that anyone who sees it wants to have.

The shadow looked at this man with doubtful eyes. He walked straight to the shadow, stopped and said, "Are you the shadow of the ghost gate?"

"Yes!" Shadow said.

"Oh!" The man nodded.

His eyes did not look at Elder Yuan, but fell on Feng Erniang.

Feng Erniang's face was pale, but when she saw this person, she seemed to forget the pain, her face showed a kind of surprise, and her eyes began to become gentle.

"You are not his opponent, why are you doing this?" The person who came did not ask the shadow a word, but came to Feng Erniang's side, he bowed his waist and complained with a hint of complaint.

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"Me?..." Feng Erniang wanted to explain something, but she didn't say anything. She coughed again, causing bright red blood to flow from the corners of her mouth.

"You are still the same as when you were young. You should change your temper." The man said softly.

Shadow noticed that Elder Yuan's eyes had been looking at the sword in this man's hand at this moment. He was also very familiar with this sword. It was Li Qing's sword, but it was in this man's hand at this moment.

The man slowly squatted down, put the wine jar in his hand on the ground, and put the sword in his hand on the ground. He gently wiped the blood from the corner of Feng Erniang's mouth with his hand.

Then he sighed and said, "I should have come earlier to make you suffer again."

"Can you still think of me?" Feng Erniang asked.

"I've been thinking about it all night," the visitor said.
To be continued...