Ling Tianyun felt a chill running down his spine. His bent body immediately fell back and rolled away on the ground. Just when his body fell to the ground, a dazzling red light came from where he lay.
Shots of blood shot out from Zhao Kuangyin's hands above the ground. Zhao Kuangyin, who was lying on the ground, straightened up and stood up. An extremely cruel look shot out from his eyes, and the blood in his hands flashed again.
He shot towards Ling Tianyun who was rolling to the ground again.
With a "choking" sound, Ling Tianyun took out the sword in his hand, and with his left palm on the ground, his body flew up like a gust of wind and landed a foot away. The red light instantly hit him
On the ground where he stood up, a crisp click sound came from the ground, and a deep scratch suddenly appeared.
Dodging the fatal blow, Ling Tianyun's starry eyes glowed with a cold light. He knew that the person was not his sworn brother Zhao Kuangyin, and must be someone disguised in disguise. It was only because he was so concerned that he didn't notice it. Fortunately, he
With his sharp mind, he managed to escape the disaster. But he also felt a deep uneasiness in his heart. His sworn brother must have been kidnapped by the Khitans, otherwise they would not have disguised the man so much like him.
"Yes, the reaction is not slow, it's just a little bit close. Ling Tianyun, let's finish it today." The man missed the hit and immediately took a few steps back. He looked at Ling Tianyun coldly. His eyes were fierce.
The light was shining brightly, and his tone contained a strong sense of unwillingness.
"Xiao Tianye, today next year will be your death anniversary. For the sake of your cousin who cannot afford to be seriously injured, and for the dozens of lives in the Feng family, you will be doomed tonight." Ling Tianyun heard the other party's voice, that person was Xiao Tianye.
He was a genius of the Khitan Kingdom, but the glory that should have belonged to him was overshadowed by two other more outstanding young men. In his eyes, Ling Tianyun, who was already like an ant, had surpassed him, so he just
Don't hesitate to use tricks and try again, hoping to hit with one blow.
"In this case, we don't care about winning or losing tonight, only about life and death." Xiao Tianye's eyes flashed with anger. He didn't know why, but he had a deep hatred for Ling Tianyun. It should be a strong jealousy. He didn't understand what Tian Zong was doing.
How could he, who was so talented, be surpassed by a little person that he thought was like an ant?
The resentment in his heart turned into a strong murderous intention. Xiao Tianye tore off the mask on his face and restored his handsome and youthful appearance. But the stern look in his eyes and the look on his face
His angry expression was a little distorted, adding a ferocious look to his originally handsome appearance.
"You're upset, and it's all your own fault." Ling Tianyun looked at the man with a distorted face coldly and said calmly, and when he raised the sword in his hand, a strong aura like a river suddenly surged out of his body.
Get up. The person in front of him has already been included in his must-kill list, and this moment is exactly what he wants.
The Mahayana true energy filled his whole body, and the sword in his hand let out a soft groan, and a general heroic spirit emerged spontaneously.
The quiet night flows in the silence, the wind is desolate, there is a faint atmosphere all around, the stars are like stars, the hazy foggy night reveals a bit of horror, and the chilly atmosphere is permeated. The breeze
It was dim, the shadows of the trees were whirling, but the endless vast night sky was watching all of this silently.
Ling Tianyun suppressed the hatred deep in his heart. He knew that the strength between him and Xiao Tianye was still about the same. He was not much better than Xiao Tianye. What he had was just the supreme Buddhist skills.
It's just a sword in his hand, and the opponent is a rare handsome young man in the Khitan Kingdom, so he must be outstanding. Therefore, he does not dare to underestimate the enemy in any way, and he must go all out.
The blood glow in Xiao Tianye's hand rose sharply. He took a step forward and rolled up a layer of red whirlwind towards Ling Tianyun. But his face had already returned to calmness, which showed that this man also had something extraordinary in his character. There was a faint light.
A ball of light like blood mist emerged from around him, and he looked even more evil and demonic at this moment.
Xuan Yi floated up, and a dazzling light burst out from Ling Tianyun's hand. He drew the knife to cut off the water and the water flowed again. What he used was the long-famous sword technique of Feng Lian Dao. The shadow-like sword light
He surged towards the red shadow, the shadow of the knife was filled with fierce killing intent, and the sword light was filled with evil spirits.
The sword in Ling Tianyun's hand rises and falls like the tide of the river and sea, and the dazzling red sword shadow is like the impermanent enchantress, evil and terrifying. The two figures have been intertwined, and only the sound of breaking through the air can be heard.
The sound of metal clashing frequently echoed in the courtyard, and sparks of electric light could be seen under the quiet night.
The long sword was raised again, and a strong chill formed in Ling Tian Yunxing's eyes. The Xingze sword once again rolled up a ball of sword flowers and twisted it into Xiao Tianye's red sword shadow. I saw that he was wrong.
Stepping forward, his bowed legs were slightly bent, and the sword in his hand flashed, and the Xingze sword suddenly condensed a faint shadow, and the Mahayana true energy in his body surged in like a long river. The sword roared.
The sound continued, and the light around the sword rose again.
"Breaking water is endless", a loud shout burst out from Ling Tianyun's mouth, but he saw that the Xingze sword glowed with a more dazzling light, which was the sword light transformed from the true energy in his body. The sword flashed in his hand.
Swinging it, an unparalleled force surged out from the sword.
Xiao Tianye's eyes were filled with surprise, and the sword light in his hand became a little brighter. A slender sword light like dark water emanated from the red sword in his hand. He turned around a few steps, but saw a solemn look on his face.
His expression did not diminish at all, and after the red light on the sword rose to a limit, he took up the thin red sword in his hand like an arrow and faced the sword light coming towards him.
The breeze is like weeping, the night is as dark as paint, and the sadness is as sad as only the dim starlight is like meandering down. Everything has returned to silence, as if everything has never happened, but there is a faint feeling in the courtyard.
The smell of blood. The wind groans with murderous intent, and blood blooms in the thick night.
Two figures passed by each other, and wisps of blood flowed from the corner of Ling Tianyun's mouth, but he remained motionless, like a pine tree with strong roots. What was flowing down the river from the tip of the knife was a line of bright, flower-like flowers.
Red blood flowed backwards from the tip of the knife towards the handle. Because the knife in Ling Tianyun's hand was still raised, but the sword glow on the knife had disappeared invisible.
Xiao Tianye's eyes were full of astonishment, and then turned into a deep reluctance. His chest and clothes seemed to have exploded, and a deep and eye-catching knife mark could be seen on his strong chest. The gurgling blood flowed from the wound.
It flowed out everywhere. And there was a bit of loss and regret in his strange eyes.
The sword in his hand hung down feebly. Although there were a few drops of blood on the tip of the sword like peach blossoms blooming, it quickly slipped from the sword and fell to the ground.
"Plop", a slight sound broke the silent night, and the blood that fell to the ground suddenly looked like the peach blossoms that bloomed in March. From the bud shape at the beginning, it finally turned into blooming flowers.
Yanban. The two figures standing on the bank remained motionless, and the weapons in their hands were still tightly held in their hands.
"Boom", a figure fell to the ground with a crash, his eyes were filled with unwillingness and regret, and an expression of disbelief. His evil eyes had long lost their usual color. A thought flashed in Xiao Tianye's mind
He saw his sword piercing the delicate figure, and that face that he could never forget for the rest of his life, that face that was both fragile and somewhat strong.
With a "Wow" sound, Ling Tianyun could no longer suppress the heat wave that surged up in him. A cavity of hot blood spurted out from his throat, and the diffuse blood mist dyed the watery night red. At this time, he held his hand
The sword was slowly lowered, and the pent-up energy in his chest was finally cleared. But he felt a wave of exhaustion on his body. He didn't expect that his last move used all his strength.
Even if his true energy is the deepest, the true energy sucked into the sword is like a river flowing down.
Ling Tianyun looked up, looking at the endless night sky. The battle just now seemed ordinary, but the true energy in Ling Tianyun's body had been exhausted. If the sword light emitted by the red sword in Xiao Tianye's hand was a little stronger,
If so, then he is the one lying on the ground right now.
Staring at the Xingze sword in his hand, this sword was the sword used by Feng Liandao. It was given to Guo Wei, the founding emperor of Zhou Dynasty. Later Guo Wei gave this sword to Chai Rong, but he did not expect that after becoming sworn friends with Zhao Kuangyin, he would
After getting this sword, he didn't know whether it was a blessing or a misfortune. This sword always gave him a strange feeling. Although it was handy in his hands, he didn't know why the sword sucked his true energy so crazily.
It made him feel caught off guard.
Putting the fixed sword into its sheath, Ling Tianyun no longer thought about this. Only Feng Lian Dao knew about all this. Feng Bupo and the others were kidnapped by the Khitans, and Zhao Kuangyin also didn't know whether he was alive or dead at this time, and a stronger shadow shrouded him.
It was on his mind. At this time, it was already late at night, and everything was empty and lonely. He walked out of the courtyard without even looking at Xiao Tianye who fell on the ground. And those few people he knocked unconscious
He also completely ignored the Khitan spies. The other party had already prepared for him, and his whereabouts were controlled by the other party. The feeling of difficulty in every step made him very uncomfortable.
However, when he walked to the door of the courtyard, he stood up and saw a man of about 20 standing in the street in front of the door of the courtyard. The man had long flowing hair, without any combing, and was just casually combed.
The hair on his head fell casually, and what surprised Ling Tianyun even more was that the man was shaking a folding fan in his hand. The man's straight body was clearly revealed in a light green gown.
Ling Tianyun was a bit more handsome, more like a scholar with a beautiful tree facing the wind.
"Xu Pengcheng, I passed by here occasionally and was fortunate enough to witness the majestic appearance of Mr. Ling." The man raised his hands to Ling Tianyun and said with a smile. There was no aura fluctuation on his body, as if he was an ordinary scholar, but in
In Ling Tianyun's eyes, this young man named Xu Pengcheng was no ordinary scholar. He had vaguely heard of this name, but he just couldn't think of it for a moment.
"There's nothing to say about the power. I just killed an enemy by chance, but I didn't see Young Master Xu. What's the point?" Ling Tianyun asked the other party with all his body on guard. He didn't believe that the other party just came here by chance. That person should be
He followed the Khitan people to this place, and he hid in the dark and peeped at everything in the courtyard.
"Don't dare, don't dare. Mr. Ling has misunderstood. Xu likes to make friends in his life. And there are very few young and handsome men in this imperial capital. After counting, there are only Mr. Ling and Mr. Ye from the Southern Tang Dynasty. But Xu
There is still some rift between a certain person and Mr. Ye, so it must be difficult for them to become friends."