Chapter Eight, Dianjiang Chun.

General Ming sighed and said, "I am already fifty-three years old this year. In seven years, I will be an old man in his sixties. These seven years are also a deadline and a pressure for myself, so that I will not forget to strive for the peak of martial arts while feeling lonely."

Before his death, Li Qingsheng made a final effort and almost defeated Ye Feng with one blow.

The King of Swords took the sword and stood up, with an unpredictable expression on his face. The appearance of General Ming was too sudden, and his intentions were unclear, causing great confusion in his mind.

Ye Feng ignored Li Qingsheng's sarcasm and mockery, his gaze still fixed on Shui Zhihan, saying, "If I kill Li Laogui, can Shui Zongguan guarantee that his disciples will not harm Miss Shen?"

The person who applauded had a black mole the size of a yellow bean on his left cheek: "Ye Fengguo is not only perceptive, but also remarkably astute, as he immediately guessed my 'Enchanting Green Silk'!"

Tonight, she will face her husband's angry scolding and reprimands, or a deep sense of remorse and repentance?

The Charm of Black Hair

In recent years, Shui Zhihan has vigorously supported newcomers and cultivated his own strength. At this moment, most of the people who come to the General's Mansion are loyal only to themselves. It can be said that he has long been secretly undermining the authority of the General...

Water knows cold, eyes see leaves, and the expressions of the two are clear in my heart, about seventy to eighty percent. With a cold laugh, I give the order: "Madam Lei must be captured alive and handed over to the leader of the Lei Alliance."

At this moment, anyone can tell that Ye Feng is now at the end of his rope and his desperate measures cannot withstand the index finger of the general, which can move mountains and rivers.

Lei Nu's chest felt as if it had been struck by lightning, and he could barely hold the furious sword in his hand.

Although Shen Qianqian's acupoints were restrained, her senses were still sharp. She had just witnessed Long Tengkong, whom she had watched grow up, die in battle. Now, seeing the deep affection between Ye Zhu and the other person, she couldn't help but cry and become tearful. She felt that if she could die on the same day as them, it would not be in vain to enter this mortal world...

The voice of General Ming came from the mountainside, but his response was off-topic: "Does the Sword King still remember the favor he owes me?"

Ye Feng was taken aback by these words. General Ming's words were like precious advice, awakening him like the morning bell and evening drum. He gained a deep understanding in his heart, but he couldn't comprehend why the general treated him in such a way. He couldn't help but look up at him.

The Wind of Forgetfulness

The water, with a cold and deep voice, asked, "How should we deal with Ye Feng?"

Who wins? Who loses?

That figure in the distance is like a statue that has stood for a thousand years, existing a hundred years ago and still existing a hundred years later...

Shen Qianqian, who was standing at the peak of Wangxin, eagerly awaited, only heard the sound of weapons clashing at the beginning. There was also Ye Feng's hoarse shout. Suddenly, she felt the iron chain swinging back. Looking into the distance, the clouds and mist obscured her view, and she still didn't know what had happened at the cliff. She thought Ye Feng was in danger and shouted anxiously. The tears she had been holding back for a long time finally burst out again, breaking through the dam once more...

The most urgent is the evening breeze, and the thinnest is the yellow flower.

In Ye Feng's heart, a burst of resentment could no longer be suppressed. He looked up to the sky and let out a mournful cry, his eyes shooting out a cold light, and he fixed his gaze on Li Qingsheng: "Li old ghost, dare you to fight me to the death?"

In the cold light that flashed in Lei Nu's angry eyes, he raised his head indignantly and said, "If it weren't for him, how could my Five Sword Villa have ended up like this?"

Ye Feng felt guilty towards Shen Qianqian in his heart, but couldn't think of anything to say, so he remained silent.

After taking this step out of the door, is it really as boundless as the sea and sky?

Ye Feng said confidently, "In that case, General, why should you let Shui Zhihan spare me? How can you be sure that I do not need the pressure of being surrounded by enemies like this?"

Anyway, having gone through life and death together on this journey, she had already trampled upon the bright and dim sword flames and splashed through the shining knife light with her.

The general suddenly turned around, his long hair flowing like a bundle of ropes, his eyes staring at Shui Zhihan: "Does the chief need me to repeat the order?"

Ye Feng, noticing the situation, suppressed his emotions and straightened his body: "Let's go outside for a walk!"

Ye Feng laughed and said, "Although the Seven Evils have a notorious reputation, they are not the kind of people who harm the heavens and violate the principles. I was just wondering how to deal with them, and it's fortunate that you have come."

The people in the General's Mansion all agreed in unison, and there were a few who were eager to try. If it weren't for the reputation of the Sword King, they would have already rushed up.

The King of Swords felt a chill in his heart, already sensing his intention. He made up his mind and burst out laughing, "We have different paths and cannot work together. Please forgive me for my ignorance."

Historical Reflections Coldly Said: "Ye Feng, can you guarantee that you won't escape?"

Wishing Yanhong interrupted Lei Nu's angry words loudly, saying, "Please stop talking. This time, all I ask for is a letter of resignation!"

But every time she thought of Ye Feng, every time she thought of his sunny smile at dawn, and thought of the moment when he hugged her tightly in the midst of the army, her heart would beat more frequently and intensely. It was only then that she realized that the feeling that was difficult to accept in the world had already deeply blended into her life...

Shen Qianqian exclaimed, "Then let's go quickly. Your chest injury has not fully healed, so you should not engage in physical altercations with others."

Wishing Yan Hong can no longer restrain herself, she stood up and walked towards the door, loudly saying: "Whether you agree or not, I will still go find him and spend my life with him. I know he won't despise me, not in this life!"

General Ming!!!

General Ming smiled slightly and spoke in a shocking manner: "Younger brother Ye, there is no need for suspicion. It's just that I have noticed a slight affection from you towards me, and I am deeply afraid that this will affect our decisive battle seven years later."

As expected, a faint sound resembling Zhu Yanhong's voice came from the mountain breeze.

During the few days when Ye Feng and Zhu Yanhong were together, Zhu Yanhong wrote down some old Song Dynasty poems on paper.

The Sword King bowed his head in silence. He had always valued his promises more than his own life. Although he had felt justified in defending Ye Feng just now, seeing General Ming showing no hostility at this moment, he felt ashamed for not mentioning his broken promise to General Ming.

Shen Qianqian said softly, "Do you still remember the scene when we first met?"

Snowflakes falling, gentle and kind, the Knife King's earnest expectations, Shen Qianqian's charming and beautiful face, the Dragon soaring in the sky, speaking with great sincerity...

Ye Feng's body swayed gently a few times, finally stood firm, slowly raised his head, and found tears streaming down his face. He murmured, "A great head, but just shattered by a single blow!"

Glancing left and right, the crowd's faces were uncertain and hesitant.

Lei Nu let out a long sigh and tears fell down his face as he said, "Do you know that everything I have done is for you? I made a mistake once and lost a good brother. I don't want to lose you too. Even if you think of our children, don't leave me..."

When Dao Wang just witnessed the death of his friend Long Tengkong and saw the deep affection between Ye Zhu and the others, a surge of blood rushed into his chest, and he laughed heartily to the sky: "Good, good, good! The art of forgetting emotions has actually taught such affectionate people!" Then he looked at Shui Zhihan and said, "Shui Zhihan, go ahead and send someone to their death. Let's see if this old man's blade will spare lightly!"

General Ming said indifferently, "I originally wanted to see what progress Knife King has made in recent years, but I suddenly changed my mind when it came to the critical moment. You owe me, and I can collect it at any time. Why bother coming to ask for it?"

General Ming said calmly, "Since I have come, it is to settle things with him once and for all. Regardless of the outcome, the future commander must stay out of it and no longer concern himself with Ye Feng's affairs. Is that clear?"

Ye Feng's body shook lightly, and the ring embedded in his chest suddenly flew out and landed on the ground with a clatter.

Yan Hong is afraid that she will be let down by him again when she meets him. She didn't feel this way before. But now, with Shen Qianqian watching and the letter from Lei Nuxiu in hand, she feels like a young girl again, shy and reserved. She can no longer lean on Ye Feng's back.

After dozens of moves, all I could see were the withered claw shadows surrounding Yefeng, and the bright snow-like light of the Broken Void Blade occasionally flashed and disappeared suddenly.

Water felt the cold, and the pupils suddenly contracted: "Has the Sword King forgotten our agreement?"

Wishing Yan Hong's heart to be deeply moved, she realized that her husband understood her so well. Unable to speak, she quickly found a reason for herself: "But you should never have killed Fang Qingping, even for me, you should not have resorted to such despicable actions..."

The general Ming did not turn back, nor did he even move a bit. He remained standing at the edge of the cliff, seemingly fully immersed in the rolling clouds and misty scenery...

Shen Qianqian thought of Long Tengkong, feeling melancholy and sorrowful.

A shallow red knife scar runs vertically and horizontally on his face, gradually fading from light to dark, then intensifying from dark to deep, and finally splitting apart. Blood gushes out like a flowing spring!

What does life and death matter at this moment?

Yan Hong wished and let out a low cry. She felt her body soaring up like riding on clouds and mist. At first, she was afraid, but then she suddenly felt extremely exhausted. She closed her eyes and dared not look again. She was overjoyed and remembered the scene of humming a tune on Ye Feng's back that day. She couldn't help but sing softly in her heart again...

That figure stood at the edge of the cliff, appearing so unexpectedly, yet standing so naturally; there was a kind of arrogant pride as if commanding the three armies from a high place, and also a kind of desolation as if walking alone for thousands of miles in the dark night...

The famous general Ming lowered his head in deep thought and did not answer.

It is a refreshing autumn day, with a pervasive scent of grass on the unnamed peak, and a gentle mountain breeze.

General Ming laughed heartily and said, "I spared your life back then because I thought that after twenty years of hard work and perseverance, you would give me a pleasant surprise. Unfortunately, it seems that the Sword King has grown old now."

Heaven bestows affection, but not eternal companionship. After parting, tears and wine stain the pair of silk sleeves.

Shui Zhihan laughed heartily and said, "With the presence of the Sword King Hui Nuo, what more need I care for elegance?"

Water looked at General Ming's back with some confusion. Perhaps due to his injury, he suddenly felt that the general's figure was becoming increasingly faint, as if he was about to disappear into the mountain wind and vanish into the impermanence.

Shen Qianqian doesn't know what feeling it is in her heart. These days, she has been forcing herself to treat Ye Feng as an older brother and trying hard to maintain a certain distance. But when it comes to the critical moment, she realizes that this affection cannot be easily forgotten. With a bitter voice, she responds, "Brother Ye, please bring Sister Zhu over quickly."

Water felt a chill in its heart and sighed inwardly. With a painful decision, it clasped its fists and said, "I will obey." Then it turned to its subordinates and said, "All of you have heard it. The general has given the order. From now on, as long as Ye Feng does not provoke us, the old grudge between the general's mansion and the Broken Sky Blade will be settled!"

Upon these words being spoken, the Sword King applauded, Water Knowledge turned cold, and the crowd fell silent.

The mountain wind roars, the clouds steam and surge.

These days, under the careful care of Shen Qianqian, his injuries have finally stopped worsening.

A sigh, drifting into the ears of everyone.

Lei Nu and Li Ying both trembled. If Zhu Yanhong is determined to die, Ye Feng will no longer have any burden. If he chooses to leave now, who can guarantee that he will escape the terrifying Broken Void Blade that even ghosts and gods fear in the future?

In the eyes of Shui Zhihan, a complex and incomprehensible expression flashed, and for a moment, he did not know whether to give the order to attack.

Ye Feng thought of the beautiful scenery of those days, as if opening the door of time again, his heart was filled with that unforgettable longing.

Wish Yanhong just realized that Shen Qianqian was still nearby. Although she couldn't see clearly the scene where he and Yefeng were facing each other in the fog, she couldn't resist the shyness, struggled to push Yefeng away, and said loudly, "Miss Shen, I've come to see you."

Everyone was stunned!

However, Li Qingsheng turned a deaf ear to these strange sounds. Moreover, he no longer needed to distract himself to use the technique of terrifying cries, and he fully displayed the claw technique known as "Wind Thunder Heaven's Movement" to its fullest extent.

Wishing Yan Hong remains the steadfast thunder of hope: "I die by your hand, without any resentment. I can represent Ye Feng and promise not to seek revenge on you all from now on."

That sigh came so suddenly, so softly, yet so deeply emotional that everyone felt as if someone had breathed a breath in their ear, and some even jumped in surprise.

Zhu Yanhong nodded and said, "Maybe I was in a hurry on the road, I just need to rest for a while."

One, a great head, but just shattered by a single blow.

This is undoubtedly a declaration of Ye Feng's determination to fight to the death. This coldness, this bravery, this decisiveness, this passion, how can it not make one's heart tremble?

Water felt the cold and took a breath of cool air, and the voice trembled slightly. With a cupped hand salute, he said, "Zhihan has seen General Ming!"

General Ming glanced at the crowd and suddenly smiled: "I have said all I need to say, so I will take my leave." He then made a gesture as if to leave.

Dao Wang was taken aback. It was he who had proposed that Shui Zhihan fight Ye Feng fairly just now. If Ye Feng could defeat Shui Zhihan, the soldiers of the General's Mansion would immediately leave the mountain and never trouble Ye Feng again.

A strange and refreshing fragrance suddenly wafted over, startling Ye Feng. Upon closer inspection of Zhu Yanhong's face, he noticed a faint, elusive grayish color, which sent a shiver down his spine. With a determined effort, he pushed off with his feet and landed on the opposite bank!

Ye Feng was stunned, subconsciously took it over, but his heart was filled with expectations, and he couldn't say a word anymore.

All of them were intimidated by his terrifying expression and involuntarily took a step back.

As the crowd fell silent, when the Sword King uttered these words, I ask, who could remain without hesitation?

Shen Qianqian saw Ye Feng's dazed expression, her heart felt a pang, and she lowered her head without saying a word.

On the top of the entire Wangxin Peak, there was a silent stillness.

Throughout the journey, her heart was sometimes as bright as the morning sun, sometimes as confused as the evening sun, sometimes as clear as the blue sky, and sometimes as dark as a gathering of black clouds.

Ye Feng's martial arts come from the natural way of heaven and earth, purely based on spiritual cultivation. In the past few days, with the guidance of the Sword King, he has also learned the Forget-Mind Seven Forms, and his martial arts have greatly improved. At this moment, even compared to the Sword King, he is not inferior, and he can also compete with Li Qingsheng.

The people in the General's Mansion and the City of Unjust Deaths all heard Ye Feng's confident words, and they all cheered loudly, supporting Li Qingsheng. Although the Shattered Sky Blade is an outstanding new generation master in the martial arts world, facing the Ghost King Li Qingsheng, who has been famous for many years and is one of the six grandmasters of the evil path, it is obvious that no one is optimistic about Ye Feng anymore, and being able to escape unscathed is already considered extremely fortunate.

Deep affection and lofty aspirations. Untainted by worldly matters. Standing tall before the towering peak, leisurely turning the prayer beads.

And that figure, seems to be embedded in this ink-splashed freehand painting, blending seamlessly with the entire mountain scenery, impossible to separate.

As he burst into laughter, a trace of malicious hatred flashed across his face: "I forgot to tell you that this 'Enchanting Green Silk' contains nine other extremely poisonous substances. Even if a deity were to be reborn, it would be impossible to save you."

The remaining six guardians of the Wujian Manor welcomed her into the Wujian Manor. Many former disciples have also returned, and it seems that the Wujian Manor has regained its former glory. However, after so many changes, in Zhu Yanhong's heart, this hall, which is still the same as before, always seems to have an added sense of desolation and dullness out of thin air, and there is also an indescribable bitterness.

Zhu Yanhong finally understood that Dao Wang had descended from the Qionglong Mountain with a severed arm. Ye Feng and Shen Qianqian must be in the nameless cliff at the peak of the Wangxin Peak, because the iron chain there is hidden and difficult to detect. Those who searched the mountain saw no one at the mountain top, so they speculated that Ye Feng must have found another hiding place, thus ignoring the past.

General Ming saw the expressions on everyone's faces and laughed heartily, "You have already met the second person I am most interested in learning about."

General Ming laughed heartily and said, "If I can give you twenty years, why can't I give him some?" He turned to look at Ye Feng and said, "With your talent, you will be a formidable opponent in the future. Unfortunately, I cannot give you too much time. How about we meet again in seven years for a battle here, Young Master Ye?"

The Knife King shouted loudly, "Who says I'm old!"

Many people have long heard of the famous name of Lingxiao Gongzi, and just from his name, one can sense a touch of arrogance. It is unexpected that General Ming actually holds him in such high regard.

After considering it several times, I wanted to give the order to attack, but I was afraid that Ye Feng would abandon Zhu Yanhong and retreat. Only by waiting for the moment when Ye Feng couldn't help but step on the iron chain, and everyone taking action together, can we be sure of success!

The two of them talked about old times and had a great time laughing and chatting.

Did that knife actually strike? Did that knife actually hit?

History looked back and fixed her gaze on Shen Qianqian, who was surrounded by the battle group, and said coldly, "If you want to let Miss Shen go, then leave, Ye Feng!"

At this moment, he completely forgot about the enemies around him. He crouched down, gently placing Zhu Yanhong on the ground. Frantically, he covered the wound on Zhu Yanhong's chest, but blood gushed out from between his fingers, unstoppable...

When Zhu Yanhong passed by Lei Nu, she felt him move slightly as if he was about to reach out and grab her, but in the end, he didn't...

Yan Hong wishes: "Aren't you afraid of being called fickle by the people of the martial world? As a weak woman, I can afford to give up my dignity, but how can you, a dignified man, stand tall in the world?"

A few people exclaimed in unison, blood splattered, and the Sword King had already cut off one of his own arms.

Loneliness!

As Shen Qianqian disappeared step by step with tears at the end of the iron chain, as she looked at the angry glares of Lei Nu and the others, as she looked at Ye Feng's tearful eyes, Zhu Yanhong couldn't help but burst into tears.

The gaze of the Knife King was fiery, and his voice resounded: "Because I simply don't want to do it!"

There was a hint of joy in Lei Nu's angry eyes: "It's easy if you agree. However, these past few days, I haven't been able to find any trace of Ye Feng and Shen Qianqian. And since the Blade King left the mountain with a severed arm, he has also disappeared..."

The General Ming remained silent for a while, his eyes gleaming, looking at Ye Feng and said, "Your Broken Void Blade follows the path of the spirit, relying on a mind that is not attached to material things. 'The blade is not you, but you are the blade.' You must remember this."

She already felt that she owed Lei Nu a lot, but at this moment, there was not a trace of sadness in her heart. Instead, it greatly reduced the guilt she felt towards Lei Nu.

Shen Qianqian rebuked, "You people who usually consider yourselves heroes, are actually so despicable as to take advantage of others' misfortunes!"

The King of Knives felt as if he had been struck by lightning in his heart and mouth. He was originally a person who valued keeping his promises over life and death, so he was indeed at fault in this matter. However, he must not let Ye Feng be harmed by the people of the General's Mansion no matter what.

Shen Qianqian, who had unlocked her acupoints, stood there blankly, letting the mountain wind stir up her emotions, feeling lost and helpless.

So she fell into his seemingly bottomless black pupils and could no longer extricate herself...

The people of the General's Mansion and the City of Unjust Deaths have finally all retreated from the mountain.

Shen Qianqian snatched the paper from Ye Feng's hand and unfolded it to read slowly: "Snow-like skin, beautiful makeup resembling plum blossoms. Embracing lofty sentiments, untainted by the mundane world. Standing tall before the jade peak, leisurely turning the prayer beads. As autumn wind arrives, mist disperses and clouds roll. Seen in the shimmering moonlight on the water."

Shen Qianqian's mind seemed to have returned to the past, and she chuckled, saying, "Back then, I dressed as a man with Shui Ernv and went to challenge the notorious Lingnan Seven Evils. Unexpectedly, you had already arrived there ahead of me and incapacitated all seven of them, leaving them lying on the ground..."

The Sword King frowned, watching Ye Feng struggling to defend himself. Sometimes, he clearly had the opportunity to strike back and even the score, but the moment passed in the blink of an eye, and he found himself trapped once again in the relentless claw shadows of Li Qingsheng. He truly wished he could take Li's place.

Ye Feng covered his chest and coughed violently, spitting out several mouthfuls of fresh blood. Zhu Yanhong couldn't care less and hurriedly went forward to support him.

In Lei's angry eyes, a sense of guilt flashed: "At that time, I was already bewitched, only seeking to preserve my own life. However, I have been hating myself every moment since then. I have not had any contact with the people of the General's Mansion these days. I even drove away the people from the Kuaile Building who tried to inform me of the news. These past few days, I have secretly united with my sect. With the deaths of Li Qingsheng and Shui Zhihan's serious injuries, as long as the timing is right, I will use the power of the Thunder Hall to strike back at the General's Mansion and avenge my good brother who was mistakenly killed."

The Knife King took a deep breath and broke the deadlock, saying, "May I ask General Ming what is the purpose of such an action?"

And at this moment, at the critical juncture where everything hangs in the balance, the Broken Void Blade finally breaks through the air!

The Knife King's face was covered in frost: "What a great general's mansion, how dare you speak such despicable words in broad daylight?"

Upon hearing the sudden news today, Ye Feng learned that Lei Nu had not died. Everything between himself and Zhu Yanhong had turned into a mere illusion. This doomed fate is difficult to bear in this world, and he was already feeling despondent and hopeless. Fortunately, Long Tengkong spoke up in support and shared his own experiences, which gave Ye Feng the courage to hold on and remain determined.

The general Ming clapped his hands and laughed again: "What a great Broken Sky Blade! I just hope that you won't disappoint me when the time comes. I have been waiting for this for years."

Zhu Yanhong sighed lightly and asked, "How did you know that Dao Wang lost his arm?"

Ye Feng, standing on the side, caught a glimpse of the figure in the corner of his eye, causing his heart to tighten involuntarily.

Li Qingsheng handed Shen Qianqian over to the disciples of the Wangsicheng sect and sealed her acupoints with a casual gesture, saying, "Don't be afraid, my little beauty. After I kill your lover, we can be intimate."

Lei Nu remained silent, his face changed several times, from red to green.

Wishing Yan Hong said lightly, "General Ming, are you also waiting for that beauty that is within reach but still willing to wait for a lifetime?"

On the top of the Forgotten Heart Peak, the wind rises, the ground trembles, the clouds are deep, and the mist is locked. Everything is like a painting drawn by a celestial being with a divine brush. All the desperate killings and bloody storms become so unreal at this moment, all turning into nothingness.

Will tomorrow really be a relief for her, who has been holding on for so long?

Lei Nu was stunned for a moment, as if petrified and unable to speak.

The Sword King shouted loudly: "We agreed to have a fair fight with Ye Feng to repay General Ming's favor, but not to take advantage of others in this situation."

Yan Hong's startled cry sounded as if it came from the depths of the cloudy sky...

"Guess what I brought?" Zhu Yanhong said joyfully.

Ye Feng's Broken Sky Sword Technique is as natural as the heavens. At this moment, he found a slight gap in Lei Nu's defense. Without thinking, he used his heart, finger, and arm to swing his sword, directly slashing towards Li Ying, who was guarding the entrance of the iron chain passage.

Over the years, it seems that it was not until she met him that she regained her own serene and pure emotions, a joyful and innocent heart, passionate and sincere eyes, and a vibrant spirit...

Ye Feng lay in the small house on the Nameless Peak, and Shen Qianqian, who had changed her previous arrogance, sat quietly on the edge of the bed, accompanying him in conversation.

However, having experienced many hardships and challenges, how could the coldness of the water scare him? He calmly said to the Knife King, "You can try, but I guarantee you won't be able to get within five steps of me."

The General Ming stopped in response and said, "May I ask, Young Hero Ye?"

It is beyond all expectations that Shui Zhihan did not anticipate that Ye Feng could kill Li Qingsheng in a fair battle. Upon hearing the question from Dao Wang, he barely suppressed his palpitations and pondered for a moment before saying in a deep voice, "Ye Feng only defeated the Lord of Li City!"

Yan Hong struggled with all her might to take out a brocade box from her arms, and looked at Lei Nu with anger, asking, "What is inside this box?"

Is it true that there are broken mirrors that can be restored in this world? Is it true that spilled water can be gathered again?

Ye Feng took a deep breath and calmed his turbulent emotions. This battle not only concerns his own honor and life, but also the safety of Zhu Yanhong and Shen Qianqian.

He recognized that the figure was exactly the mysterious person he had seen in the garden behind the Wujian Mountain Villa that day. And the martial arts of this person, even the Knife King would probably not be able to match!

She didn't want Yefeng to feel guilty about it anymore, nor did she want him to do anything for himself. Although she could feel his gaze constantly wearing down her footsteps and his heartbeat constantly pulling at her figure, almost making it difficult for her to move forward...

At this critical moment of life and death, Ye Feng knew that it would be difficult for him to withstand a few more moves. With his mind in turmoil, various thoughts churned in his mind.

Wishing Yanhong never stopped, but her nose tingled and tears finally welled up in her eyes.

Lightly playing the sheng, I was stunned, only then did I realize that the leaf's wind was so powerful. It was indeed a brilliant move in strategy, not only dispelling the lingering might of the defeated Dragon Soaring in the Sky, but also enhancing the confidence of winning. Coupled with my recent injury from the Broken Sky Blade, I was already at a psychological disadvantage. In a battle of experts, attacking the mind is paramount. It seems that although Ye Feng is young, he is not to be underestimated.

"You all go together." Ye Feng said lightly, with a touch of sorrow and beauty on his face as if his heart had been broken.

The Knife King trembled and his face turned pale. He pointed the Eternal Blade at General Ming and said, "I cannot fulfill your request. If you want to kill me to vent your anger, please go ahead!"

Ye Feng couldn't help but chuckle: "I was just scaring them so that they wouldn't do evil in the future. Who knew that you and Shu'er would keep interrupting, saying that the flesh on the legs is the most delicious and the ears are crispy and tasty. It really shocked those seven people, their faces turned pale, afraid that you would pick out a piece of meat..."