When Prince Hu Xia died, the whole army burst into mourning.
Yang Xi woke up amidst the mourning. After waking up, she seemed to be a changed person. She stayed in Feng Ba's arms all day long. No matter who came to talk to her, she ignored her and either fell into deep thought alone or closed her eyes. His eyes were indifferent to anything and she was injured. In order to let her recover well, Feng Ba was guarding her all day long. No one could enter her tent.
Although He Lianxu's sword penetrated deeply, luckily it did not hit the central artery, so as long as he recovers well, he will recover one day.
It’s just that her heart ailment doesn’t know when it will get better [
It was the second day after she woke up and the third day after Helianxu's accident. Feng Ba stayed by her side as always and fed her porridge and side dishes, and she gradually fell asleep.
Today is the day when Feng Ba and Ye Nanshan agreed to duel, so he put a little bit of Mongolian sweat medicine in the dish, hoping that he would be back by her side when she wakes up.
The setting sun had faded and the stars had replaced the sky. It was already late. Feng Ba carried Yang Xi to the bed and gently covered her with a quilt. Then he turned and walked out of the tent. Feng Sufu quietly watched him coming out from the side and strode forward to greet him. : "I am sure of winning"
"Everything in the world is absolutely certain," he mused, "there will be some thieves tonight who will take her to a safe place if I don't come back at dawn to take her back to the Western Regions."
Feng Sufu opened his mouth but didn't know what to say for a moment. Although his expression was very serious and his words were very heavy, he had been with him for many years. This was the first time he had seen him be so cautious about something.
"Big Brother" Feng Sufu chased him two steps behind
Feng Ba, who was walking in front, paused and looked back at him: "What's the matter?"
Feng Sufu met his cold gaze and said in a deep voice: "Don't let anything happen to you, the witch... I can't live without you."
If he doesn't come back, Yang Xi won't be able to go to the Western Regions because she will follow him all the way, whether it's the world or hell.
Feng Ba glanced at him and smiled calmly. The smile was more dazzling than the stars: "She still has you when I'm not here."
"She has nothing when you're not here." His eyes were bright and clear, and he suddenly moved his lips and said something to him.
The wind quietly blew away the hustle and bustle, leaving only a piece of tranquility. The dark clouds dispersed and the round bright moon gradually revealed. The bright white moonlight shone on the two of them, pulling out two long figures. Silence was like a breeze that filled the day and the earth everywhere.
In the end, Feng Ba cursed disdainfully: "Stupid"
The tall figure was gradually submerged in the night. His back was still so desolate, but the smile on his cold lips could no longer be hidden. This time, his smile was so sweet, so satisfying, and so...pity.
Feng Sufu curled his lips and cursed at his retreating back: "Damn it." After cursing, he felt unlucky and quickly spat out. Xingzi said to himself: "Bah, bah, bah, pretend I didn't say it."
Turned around and entered the camp
The night gradually becomes darker
Only half a stick of incense had elapsed before Feng Ba's slender figure was already standing high on the top of the imperial city tower. Under the moonlight, his dark green silk hair was flying in the wind, and he was as handsome as the god in the painting. His light green clothes were rippling in the wind, and he was elegant and graceful. Shishuang
The moon-drinking knife, which is as tall as a man, stands facing the wind. The bright white moonlight shines on the blade, reflecting a heart-stopping silver light [
Ye Nanshan came in the dark. He had been looking forward to this battle for a long time. Even without Tao Ren and Ye Feiyan's request, he had already made up his mind to come to the imperial city for a while. He had heard that the Beiliang Saint Monk was defeated by a young general. In his hand, he had been fascinated by this invincible God of War for a long time. However, he was in a foreign country at the time and heard about that battle. Murong Xi not only invited the Beiliang Saint Monk, but also hundreds of martial arts masters to surround and suppress Feng Ba. Although he was nothing. A gentleman doesn't even bother to join forces with others to deal with one person, so let's put this matter aside for the time being.
Later, after the general's mansion was burned down, the God of War returned to Longcheng. It happened that the army of the Northern Wei Dynasty was besieging Longcheng. He didn't want to take advantage of people's danger, so the matter was delayed again.
Seeing Feng Ba's strength and arrogance that day had aroused his unprecedented interest in this battle. He was eagerly looking forward to this battle.
Facing the breeze, he looked at the outstanding young man in front of him, Ye Nanshan, his eyes twinkling: "No matter who wins or loses in this battle, let's make a vow."
"Don't take part in this battle for the imperial city and go back to your desert." Feng Ba looked at him and said quietly.
In the past, he would never have said this, but this time it was different. He had a very, very deep concern in his heart.
"Okay" Ye Nanshan readily agreed and looked at him deeply before slowly taking out two secret books from his arms and sending them to him out of thin air.
Feng Ba reached out and took a copy of Ye Nanshan's life-long martial arts secret book, and a copy of the soul-moving technique. He glanced at it lightly and then put it in his arms. "Well, after you die, I will find a suitable heir for you."
Ye Nanshan moved his lips and wanted to say that he was the most suitable person, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back. If he loses, what qualifications does he have to ask others to be his heir? After thinking about it, he nodded, "One word is the right person." Certainly"
From Feng Ba's point of view, he would never randomly choose an unqualified rat for him.
"In that case, please do it." The right hand grasped the handle of the knife and held the menacing moon-drinking sword horizontally in his hand. The heavy sword was as light as a feather in his hand and he could use it freely.
The broadsword danced lightly, the strong wind stood up, and the strong aura rushed towards Ye Nanshan, causing the hair and clothes corners of Ye Nanshan to rise one after another. Ye Nanshan's eyes flashed, his big palm lightly raised the Seven Evil-shaped sword, and the sword's aura was compelling and slowly swept towards Feng Ba's face.
Under the city tower, many martial arts people who came after hearing the news were waiting for this unprecedented battle. No one wanted to see the two of them.
The most common moves hide the deepest skills. The sword has not even touched half of the tower. The strong air pressure above has been overwhelming, making the onlookers downstairs unconsciously retreat and dodge, and even unable to open their prying eyes.
The dark clouds cover the earth and cover up all the glory. The majestic two people facing each other on the city tower have not moved. The strong wind has blown up a large expanse of green, red and purple, and gradually shrouded the two figures in the sea of flowers and leaves rising from the ground. People can no longer see clearly their every move
It is said that the battle lasted all night, from the top of the city tower to the outside of the city, to the high mountains, to the bottom of the cliff. The people who followed all the way behind only dared to follow them from a distance, and no one dared to get even half a step closer to spy on them until they were both submerged at the bottom of the cliff.
The desolate cliff wind swept across the world, blinding the eyes of the world and blinding all the indifferent hearts.