Bulwark of Light

Chapter 139 Crybaby

“Hey—”

Song Ci ran very fast.

The mountain road is not long, and the hilltop is just that high.

He took three to four steps and dashed down the mountain. Even so, he ran for a while before he caught a glimpse of the man who seemed to be graceful and virtuous, but was actually walking very fast. Redhead silhouette.

The crow raised his voice with both hands and shouted such a sentence.

Rather than not looking back, Lu Nan Jin walked faster.

The crow remembered the lady’s advice, and bronze oneself chased after him. In fact, even without the lady’s order, he would have chased after Nan Jin.

Ten years ago without saying goodbye.

It was hard to meet him. Today, he must ask the question clearly.

The crow quickly caught up. He stopped in front of Nan Jin and asked straight to the point, “Little Lu, are you avoiding me?”

Lu Nan Jin held the knife and looked at the short-headed man in front of him. After a moment of silence, he responded with poor acting skills: “Who are you?”

Hey…

Song Ci laughed angrily .

If it wasn’t for the strangeness that flashed in the eyes of the other party when they looked at each other before, and was caught by him, then in the current confrontation, according to his character, he might really believe that Xiao Lu didn’t recognize him. It might even be silly to explain.

“I don’t understand what happened.” Song Ci took a deep breath and said, “Why did you leave without saying goodbye, see you today, and why do you pretend to be ignorant.”

“I I don’t even understand, what are you talking about. I have nothing to say to you.”

Lu Nan Jin went straight around the crow.

The moment we passed by.

Song Ci made a move.

He extended the hand, his original intention was to stop Lu Nan Jin, but the woman who was walking fast, in this brief moment, actually took out the knife. Although she did not draw the blade, she held the knife unceremoniously. She sheathed it, and shook the blade domain—

“weng!”

Lanqi’s astral wind swept through, instantly wrapping Song Ci’s palm, and the fierce wind pressure swept the arm The suits were all shredded, leaving only the broken strips of cloth.

The tip of the scabbard touches the crow’s jaw.

“I just want to catch up with you…” Song Ci’s eyes were a little complicated.

He wasn’t injured. This was not because of his strong defense, but because Nan Jin’s seemingly sharp knife didn’t actually use the Blade Intent, and every strand was shaken. The knives and gangs that come out are only cut to the clothes and cloth strips and then retracted.

This means she doesn’t want to hurt anyone in the way.

Seeing this, Song Cicai decided to speak and express his heart.

“I have nothing to say about Zhao’s lackey…” Lu Nan Jin gritted his teeth.

“You should talk more with your wife, there may be some misunderstanding here.”

Song Ci was not angry, but said solemnly: “Since you are here in Dadu, why is there any rush Going?”

Nan Jin couldn’t listen anymore, just asked: “You want to keep me?”

The voice fell——

A fallen leaf, It fell with the wind and landed on the scabbard of the long sword.

Lanqi’s knife gang burst out in an instant, smashing the dead leaf to the ground, blasting it open, and blasting it into hundreds of leaf shadows.

The next moment, Song Ci’s silhouette suddenly blurred. He reached out and picked up the hundreds of broken leaves, slowly extending the hand, and in the palm of his hand lay a complete leaf that was spliced back. It’s just that the patchwork is very weak, and it will disperse again when the wind blows.

“Yes…I want to keep you.”

Song Ci said sincerely: “But not in the way of martial power, but in my way. I hope you stay Dadu… No matter what misunderstandings you and Madam have had, now at least you have a chance to explain it clearly.”

Nan Jin looked at the pieces of leaf fluttering from Song Ci’s palm, dazed.

Just now, what kind of realm does the method of restoring dead leaves have to achieve?

Deep Sea Tenth Layer, or Eleventh Layer?

No matter what Song Ci’s realm is now… One thing is certain, he has far surpassed himself.

Pick the leaves and respawn.

It’s only been ten years…

Nan Jin’s eyes are filled with trance.

In the past ten years, she has been practicing hard all the time, diligently cultivating Blade Technique day and night, and until now, she has only passed the test of the deep-sea Seventh Layer, worthy of comprehend the extraordinary origin of Lanqie.

Leaving Dadu, leaving home.

In order to investigate the death of her father, in order to avenge her most likely enemy… She has been driving herself forward in these ten years, but now she feels like a joke.

There was enough anger burning in her chest.

But she doesn’t have the strength to match it… If she has Song Ci’s innate talent, perhaps now, the blood debt of the old Lion Lane case has been liquidated.

next moment ——

The sound of “clang”!

Lu Nan Jin drew his sword instantly.

She glared at Song Ci, her eyes full of blood light reflected in the Lion Alley as a child.

Chop! kill!

At this moment, countless blade glows burst out in the Lan Cutter Domain!

Song Ci’s expression was solemn, and he took a wrong step backward. He could have shot back the handle of the knife in an instant, like Jiangtan against Wu Yong. The sheath couldn’t do it…but he didn’t.

So Nan Jin handed out his two knives, and two poignant blade glows bloomed in the air.

Lu Nan Jin’s Blade Technique is very fierce, not like a weak woman at all.

Her swords opened and closed, and she completely abandoned defense. When she handed the knife, her whole body was covered with weak spots… But such a knife is the most terrifying, because she is willing to sacrifice her life, so the knife Knife fatal.

She was willing to exchange her injuries for death, even death for death.

The two were at the foot of the mountain, advancing and retreating, Song Ci simply did not fight back, the blade light flying all over the sky pressed against his cheek, his sleeves bloomed, his skin was cut, and there were fine blood droplets in the air. Throwing it, the next moment was shattered by the cold Blade Qi, the air was filled with a faint fishy smell, and he was like a dancer dancing on a cliff wire.

Among the blade light and sword shadows, only dodge, not attack.

Nan Jin’s eyes were red. In the past nights, she handed over the long knife countless times, and smashed the wooden figurines of the training dojo with Lan Chopping, imagining that the other party was Zhao Xilai, Zhao Qi, yes The murderer who committed the tragedy in Lion Lane… a powerful transcender.

At this moment, Song Ci’s shadow overlapped with the wooden man.

Lanche attacked with all his might.

After burning everything up, tens of thousands of dead leaves were shattered in the knife field, and the tornado of dead leaves set off was raised by the knife Gang, and the two stood in the falling leaf waterfall.

Lu Nan Jin gritted his teeth and stared angrily at the man in front of him, a long shattered sword, the sword inserted into Song Ci’s shoulder, pierced out, the last slash, the slash with all her strength, Song Ci did not hide.

Song Ci lowered his arms and stood silently, willing to be beaten and suffer, from beginning to end, without saying a word.

As long as Lu Nan Jin handed over the knife again, he would endure it again.

Looking at Lu Nan Jin’s angry face, Song Ci lowered his eyes, laughed, pointed to another saber, and murmured softly, “Here… Little Lu, there’s a little more there.”

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“Clang” sound.

A shattered long knife fell to the ground, making a crisp heartbreak sound.

“If I can’t make a move…it’s my win…”

Song Ci laughed.

He leaned against the broken blade and walked slowly forward.

Finally, I approached the girl who had been away from me for ten years.

Song Ci stretched out a hand and gently embraced the trembling shoulder of the latter, hesitating for a moment, and after hearing the slight sobbing sound, he patted slowly, and said softly with white lips. with a smile: “Hey… long time no see, why are you still that crybaby?”

(end of this chapter)