Guo Xiaojiu said he still had a sword, but he clearly held a knife in his hand, so Huangfu naturally didn't believe it.

The black feathers were still standing on the top of the city, and the rain curtains in the sky were not hidden. Huangfu's last reliance was all on this feather.

He might not have wanted the young man with him to die, who was standing on the top of the city tonight and fighting on the top of the city, but the black feather might not have agreed.

Guo Xiaojiu wanted him to die at the top of the city, so Guo Xiaojiu leaned on his sword and staggered towards him step by step, both of them laughing.

"What are you laughing? Are you talking about Jianle?" Huangfu simply moved and leaned against the wall. This would save much effort. Guo Xiaojiu walked towards him with a squinted eyes and asked.

"I'm afraid that you can't stand that sword when it comes!" Guo Xiaojiu said, smiling even more.

Huangfu's smile was even more serious. He was afraid that this young man would be crazy or stupid, but he didn't look like him. So, after Huangfu smiled awkwardly, he raised his face and looked at the black feather.

Now, Huangfu wanted him to die, so he looked at Feather and asked the man to kill Guo Xiaojiu.

Heiyu understood what he meant, so he cut off the rainy night with the wind and thunder.

In an instant, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and only muffled thunder was heard, and no light could be seen.

It was night, and there was no sunshine, but there was no lightning, and there might be lightning, but it was just covered by dark clouds all over the sky.

Under the dark clouds, there is the head of Longdong City. The dense raindrops are like hearing the gathering of black feathers, carrying the momentum of thousands of pounds, rushing towards them.

Guo Xiaojiu leaned on the knife and tilted his head. He just glanced at the square. He was still laughing, laughing so hard that he leaned back and forth. He didn't stand firmly and fell on the top of the city on a rainy night.

The rain flowing on the top of the city had already dyed his clothes wet, so he lay in the rain with a straightforward smile.

Behind him was an ancient sword, which was a flying sword.

The flying sword is very simple and looks extremely honest. It is placed under the night sky and is not conspicuous at all, so no one can see clearly when the sword appeared behind Guo Xiaojiu.

The flying sword is not eye-catching, but occasionally a few bright red colors flash on the sword body. It has killed many people, from a hundred years ago to now.

The black feathers must not move forward any further because there is the sword in front of it, the most famous sword in the entire Tang Dynasty.

Huangfu was a little annoyed and disappointed. He was stunned and looked at the sword with no expression on his face. He even deliberately put his clothes on his hands and wiped the rain clean, allowing him to see clearly.

It turns out that he is not crazy or stupid. He really has a sword, the sword is called Zhanlu, and the great Tang Dynasty, and no one can defeat him!

In the night sky, after the black feathers, a white little hand quietly stretched out. The little hand pinched the end of the black feather, pulled it back and broke free from Zhan Lu's control.

As if he was afraid that the other party would notice her little move, the little hand quickly retracted it and dissipated with the black feather.

She came, she left again.

But the dark clouds are rolling all over the sky and the sound of rain is long, and it is still at the head of Longdong city.

The Zhanlu sword came quietly and was in a state of no sign of going there. There was nothing grand and nothing about creating the world. Even the rain curtain in Longdong City could not be broken, and it stabbed towards the depths of the night sky with a breeze.

It came, it left.

On the top of the Longdong city, heavy rain was still falling, but dark clouds were gradually dissipating, and the rain also gradually slowed down. Even a trace of moonlight had already penetrated the clouds and showed a strange smile on the top of the city.

"It's finally quiet!" Guo Xiaojiu climbed up from the city with his sword again, and his eyes were still Huangfu.

"Huh!" With a deep breath, Huangfu did not beg for mercy. He thought he should be the number one figure in the world. How could he lick his face and beg for mercy? If he dies, he will die. Anyway, he will be the same if he dies, but he will always care about her when he is alive.

Huangfu closed his eyes and leaned on the city pier effortlessly. With his hands spread, he had no strength to fight back. His body was seriously injured and the poisoning was also very serious, even deeper than the poison of the Japanese yen.

Even if he can barely survive tonight, the poison and his injuries in his body cannot allow him to return to the peak.

If you can't go back to the peak, then what's the use of standing behind her?

Guo Xiaojiu took two steps forward and suddenly stopped moving forward. He collapsed on the top of the city, less than ten steps away from Huangfu, so he also found a city pier and leaned on it.

The raindrops hit his face, and he was too lazy to wipe it with his hands: "If I could fly the sword, you will definitely die tonight."

"Little kid, it's a pity that you are not!" Huangfu opened his eyes. He did not laugh. There was no such thing as a big life and death. If Guo Xiaojiu stood up in an instant...

"So, you can barely survive." Guo Xiaojiu took off his wine bag from his waist with his last strength.

The wine bag was splashed casually in the trembling hands, poured on Guo Xiaojiu's face, and swallowed it into his stomach with the rain.

Then he threw the wine bag at Huangfu: "It's not poisonous, please drink it!"

The wine bag fell outside Huangfu's arm. I don't know if Guo Xiaojiu didn't master the strength or deliberately didn't want Huangfu to drink his wine.

Huangfu didn't mind, so he turned sideways and ticked his fingers through the wine bag with great effort.

It was not until the wine bag was held in his hand and lying back to his original posture that he nodded at Guo Xiaojiu.

A city, two people, a pot of wine, thousands of rain, a night.

In Longdong City, five hundred iron armored guards came under the city head again, and they looked up at the city head with difficulty.

After confirming that there was no big news, the leading general waved his hand and signaled his soldiers to climb to the top of the city.

Five hundred iron armored guards were divided into two batches, one from the east to the city, and the other from the west to the west.

The city guards responsible for the night witnessed the changes in the city tonight. When these iron armored guards came to the city again, they quickly escaped. Before leaving, they did not forget to look at the group of iron armored guards with pitiful eyes.

Many armored guards climbed to the top of the city, and soon they found two people lying on the city pier.

Above the city, there were sword marks and sword marks. A knife was lying beside Guo Xiaojiu, and a sword was thrown casually outside Huangfu's body for six or seven steps.

There was also a broken wooden guard that was thrown far away, and the dagger was not far away, so it was inserted into another city pier outside Huangfu.

Huangfu threw the wine bag on the city pier behind him. He had accumulated some strength during this time. He knew that Guo Xiaojiu was also accumulating, so he did not think about attacking Guo Xiaojiu.

"I'm leaving, see you next day." Huangfu had already stood up, looked north, and gently patted his clothes a few times, but the clothes that had been soaked in the rain had not been able to pat them clean.

Maybe it was because he had drunk alcohol before that he started coughing again.

He could only always hold his sleeve and cover his mouth. As long as he was alive, he would care about her. Since he was worried about her, he had to see her.

Therefore, Huangfu ignored the cold gazes of the iron armored guards and jumped down from the city wall.

Five hundred iron armored guards could not stop them because the leading general had just climbed to the top of the city and did not issue an order.

Even if the general gives an order, they have to consider their own weight. They could see clearly under the city before that, to take down these two people, how many of their five hundred iron armors can be left tonight?

If that sword, or the strange phenomenon they saw on the way to come, any of them would disappear, five hundred iron armors? One thousand iron armors are mostly not enough to be blocked between teeth.

Strangely, when Huangfu got off the city, Guo Xiaojiu just picked up the sword and picked up the sword again. He did not go back to retrieve the wine bag. He looked at the back under the city and shook his head gently.

If Huangfu knew that Guo Xiaojiu just now, even now, could not even leave the field safely under the gaze of these five hundred iron armors, even if these iron armors didn't take action at all.

A middle-aged monk appeared on the top of the city, standing beside Guo Xiaojiu, holding a pot of wine in his hand.

Who said that monks cannot drink alcohol? He likes drinking alcohol and likes killing people.

"Hmph!" Monk Bukong stared at the back with a smile and threw the wine off the top of the city. He was very unhappy: "It's better to come later, and if it's earlier, he won't be able to leave."

Seeing that Guo Xiaojiu did not answer, Bukong could only touch his head awkwardly: "You are a good boy, you deserve to have some relationship with that old man. As expected, you did a good job. If you used that sword when we first met, what would it be? What would you think we would have at that time?"
Chapter completed!