"Is this the end of my life?" Feng Zuojun put his knife on the ground and stood up, "When I was a child, my father asked a master to tell my fortune. The master said that it was written in my fortune book that I would live a long life and be famous.
Thousands of miles!"
"Oh?" Lu Yunxian flicked his fingers at Feng Zuojun.
"Be careful!" Xie Yuling knew that Lu Yunxian's understatement was terrifying.
There was a "bang", Feng Zuojun held the sword across his chest, and forcefully took down the finger. He gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "The immortal's finger is nothing more than that."
Lu Yunxian raised his eyebrows: "That's right. No wonder Lu Tianxian died in your hands."
Xie Yuling looked at Feng Zuojun. For some reason, Feng Zuojun made him very uneasy at this moment. He whispered: "We are not his opponent."
"Nonsense, my intestines were almost knocked out by his finger. Of course he is no match. You run, I will hold him back." Feng Zuojun said in a low voice.
Xie Yuling was stunned: "You are crazy. If you are left alone, you will definitely die."
Feng Zuojun looked at Lu Yunxian who was standing there warily: "You are crazy. If you don't run, both of us will die. Don't worry, I am not great enough to let you run first and I will die.
This is my chance to make a name for myself, don’t waste it on me."
"Bah." Xie Yuling ignored Feng Zuojun's nonsense and scolded directly, "You can't survive three moves if you are left alone."
"Then you think of a way." Feng Zuojun said angrily.
Xie Yuling was at a loss for words. He clenched his fists and said, "I can use the magical power of three flowers to hold him back and give you enough time to run away."
"You mean you are better than me?" Feng Zuojun was even more angry.
"There's no need to argue." Lu Yunxian stretched out his finger and waved lightly, "Neither of you two can run away."
"I don't care whether you run or not, I'll fight him first." Feng Zuojun spat a mouthful of blood on his Xueluo knife, then swung the knife and rushed towards Lu Yunxian.
"Don't overestimate your capabilities." Lu Yunxian leaned forward slightly, his true energy condensing on his fingertips.
"Broken!" Feng Zuojun shouted out the first word of the Feng family's three-character mantra.
"Surprise!" When he shouted the second word, Feng Zuojun's teeth were already filled with blood.
"God!" After shouting the third word, Feng Zuojun's wounds burst open, blood gushed out, and his clothes were dyed blood red.
The knife that was as bright as snow is now as bright as blood!
Lu Yunxian saw that the energy in his fingertips was completely shaken after these three roars, and his expression showed a bit of surprise. He moved back and avoided Feng Zuojun's long knife.
Feng Zuojun fell with his sword and cut a ravine directly on the ground. Lu Tianshang was also shocked. Compared with Feng Zuojun when he was on top of Shili Langjuan, he seemed to have improved his strength at this moment.
reached a state.
"Are you crazy?" Xie Yuling jumped up, passed by Feng Zuojun, and struck Lu Yunxian with his sword.
Lu Yunxian stretched out two fingers to clamp Xie Yuling's long sword, and then folded his fingers to break off the sword's head. With a wave of his hand, he hit Xie Yuling's face with the sword's head.
past.
"Stop!" Xie Yuling put his hands together, and an illusion of a lotus appeared in front of his forehead, blocking the broken blade of the sword.
"Above Yingzhou, when it comes to internal strength, only the Lord is above me." Lu Yunxian stretched out a palm in front of him, and heard a "bang" sound, the broken blade turned into powder, and this thing on Xie Yuling's forehead
A lotus also withers in an instant.
"Get out of here!" Feng Zuojun stretched out his hand to grab Xie Yuling's collar and threw him back hard. At this moment, Xie Yuling's strength was dispersed by Lu Yunxian, and he was unable to resist at all.
He was thrown a hundred feet away by Feng Zuojun's swing.
"Feng Zuojun!" Xie Yuling shouted angrily.
"Aren't you always the calmest and the best at sizing up situations? Why are you moaning like a girl now? Get out of here!" Feng Zuojun swung his sword and directly hit back Lu Yunxian who was about to rush forward.
Lu Yunxian naturally didn't want Xie Yuling to escape, but he rushed forward three times, and was beaten back by Feng Zuojun three times.
His internal strength was naturally far superior to Feng Zuojun's, but at this moment, the power of Feng Zuojun's sword forced him to avoid its edge.
"Very good. Although you will die here today, you are qualified to let me remember your name." Lu Yunxian said lightly, "What is your name?"
Feng Zuojun took a deep breath and raised his long sword: "The Seventh Gentleman of the Academy, Feng Zuojun."
"Oh? He is actually a gentleman from the academy, no wonder." Lu Yunxian nodded.
Before this moment, Mr. Feng Zuo was naturally not a gentleman in the academy, but the academy has always had rules. Anyone who feels he is qualified to be a gentleman can call himself a gentleman. Of course, there is another rule in the academy. On the day when he declares himself a gentleman,
I will set a motto for this life.
"Xie Yuling, do you know? From the day I entered the academy, I have been waiting for this moment to say those words. I have been preparing for this moment for a long time. My Jun Youyun—
—" Feng Zuojun grinned, his voice full of heroism and joy, "I, Feng Zuojun, want to be the best man in the world! This is my Jun Youyun!"
"Idiot." Xie Yuling wiped the tears from her eyes and turned to leave.
Lu Yunxian looked at Feng Zuojun, whose sword aura had reached its peak, and said indifferently: "Your friend, he has left."
"We are not friends, we are lifelong enemies." Feng Zuojun lowered his long sword, "Bad sword, Wuji style."
After walking ten miles away, Xie Yuling turned around and looked around. He saw that the forest collapsed in an instant, and the sword energy soared into the sky, scattering all the clouds in the sky, but then he fell into calm. Although
He didn't want to think about it, but Xie Yuling knew what happened. He couldn't hide the sadness in his heart and regretted his own incompetence. He half-knelt on the ground and started crying.
The rain was pouring down at this moment.
Feng Zuojun, who was lying in the ruins, looked up at the rain and said with a smile: "The fortune teller really cheated my father out of his money."
Lu Yunxian stood in front of him. The silver armor on the left side cracked into pieces and fell to the ground, revealing the scar covered under the silver armor. He leaned over and looked at Feng Zuojun on the ground.
: "So you are that man's disciple. I owe this scar to him."
"It seems that Master and I really have a good understanding." Feng Zuojun still smiled.
"You are going to die." Lu Yunxian said slowly.
"It doesn't matter if you die, it's just a pity that you didn't become the best man in the world." Feng Zuojun said with a bit of self-deprecation in his tone.
Lu Yunxian stretched out his hand and weighed it gently, picked up a fragment of silver armor that fell on the ground, and pointed it at Feng Zuojun: "You still have a chance to say the last word. Say what you want to say most in your heart at this moment."
"Help...help." Feng Zuojun said with his last strength.
Lu Yunxian was stunned for a moment, then shook his head slightly, flicked his fingers, and the silver armor fragments flew towards Feng Zuojun's face.