Chu Zheng looked back and saw that Wei Zhibai, Tian Sanniang, Boss Wu and other guards had strictly protected the convoy. Guo Xiang looked out of the car window and looked at this side. Chu Zheng made her a gesture of "waiting with peace of mind". Guo Xiang nodded and returned to the carriage.

On this side, the boat finally approached the shore from the "Sea of ​​Stars" and stopped.

The boatman standing on the bow of the boat seemed to have merged into one.

The water rippled and the hull shook slightly. The boatman finally moved. He slowly untied the bamboo hat on his head and also untied the torn coarse cloth clothes on his body, revealing his black tight clothing.

Many people like to wear black clothes because black can give people a feeling of loneliness, pride and even nobility. For example, the dragon robe of the emperor of the Qin Empire in the past was black.

Become an unparalleled and arrogant emperor in the sword - this is the ultimate meaning of life pursued by many swordsmen.

Therefore, even the top swordsman Guo Songyang is dressed in black clothes and black pants.

But when the boatman showed his black tight short-striking costume, everyone present, including Chu Zheng, did not feel any aura of loneliness. All the murderous auras came to his face, and the dead silence and ominousness that dedicated his body and mind to the sword.

This feeling became more obvious when the boatman picked up a sword.

At this moment, the boatman seemed to be no longer a person, but a sword, cold and ruthless, with nothing but the target.

His scabbard is gorgeous, with thirteen bright gems embedded in the dark main tone, but it only reminds people of the gorgeous coffins in the tomb.

Either bury someone else or bury himself.

Xiao Feng frowned in displeasure. He had been in the world for a long time, but he rarely had contact with swordsmen who reached the peak of swordsmanship by pure pursuit of killing. The sharp sword energy that was as sharp as a back made him feel even more uncomfortable.

Ximen Rou subconsciously held the tip of the whip tightly, and the blue veins in her hand surged, and her heart was obviously turbulent. The huge pressure this boatman brought to him was still above Shangguan Jinhong, no less than Xiaoyao Hou!

Ah Fei's hand was also pressed on the hilt of the sword, staring at the sword in the boatman's hand. The sword seemed to have some magic power, attracting all his energy and attention. He almost paused his breathing.

The first person among the few people was Aji.

He stared at the boatman without blinking his eyes, feeling the harsh sword intent, and asked in a dry voice: "Is the person coming Yan Shisan?"

The boatman said coldly: "Yes." His voice was extremely hoarse and low, and he could not tell his exact age.

As soon as he heard this name, Ximen Rou's face became even more serious, and even Xiao Feng became solemn inadvertently.

Of course, these old people, Yan Shisan, had heard of Yan Shisan's reputation. This could be regarded as the first-class swordsman in the world. He was a demon with his sword and was dominant with his ancestors' "Deathly Thirteen Swords". There were countless dead souls under his sword. If it weren't for the sudden death of the sword seven years ago, the news of his death came from the rivers and lakes, Bai Xiaosheng, who had seen him, would never have missed him when he was placing the "Weapons Chart".

According to Bai Xiaosheng, Yan Shisan's "Bone Poison Sword" can be at least ranked in the top six, while the "Xie Family Divine Sword" of the third young master of the Xie family can be at the top five.

How could a great swordsman, who has disappeared from the world for seven years, suddenly come here with murderous aura?

Everyone's eyes subconsciously looked at Aji because Yan Shisan had been staring at Aji!

The eyes are complicated, there seems to be joy, disappointment, and there seems to be a kind of inexplicable loneliness.

Yan Shisan asked, "The one standing opposite is, Cuiyun Peak, Green Water Lake, the third young master of Divine Sword Villa, Xie Xiaofeng?"

Aji was silent for a while, and finally replied: "I am Xie Xiaofeng."

In just one short sentence, it seemed that he had overdrawn all his strength, causing deep fatigue to appear on his face.

But this sentence seemed to have special power, sweeping away the thick dust on the jade, and his whole body shone with dazzling brilliance at this moment.

The iron sword made of mortal iron seemed to have spirituality at this moment, and it actually made a "buzz" sound in the sword sheath.

Xie Xiaofeng!

When Chu Zheng and the other three heard this name, it was fine, but Xiao Feng looked at Aji in surprise again.

Although I have drunk wine with Aji many times, no one has ever mentioned that Aji is Xie Xiaofeng!

There is only one Xie Xiaofeng in ancient and modern times, in the sky and under the earth.

That is the third young master of the Xie family from Cuiyun Peak, Green Water Lake, and Divine Sword Villa!

From his birth, he had wealth, status, fame and love that people in the world could almost never have in their lifetime. When he was in his early twenties, he was hailed as the most outstanding swordsman in the new generation who could surpass the "sword demon" Dugu Qiubai, and became an existence that countless people looked up to and even worshiped.

It was not until the news of his death seven years ago that Xiao Shen sighed with regret, like many people in the world, thinking that his life was too brilliant, which made God jealous and cost his life. To this day, the name "Xie Xiaofeng" can still move countless people in the world.

Xiao Feng decided not to expect that the peerless swordsman whom he admired turned into Chu Zheng's coachman Aji!

Xie Xiaofeng's eyes were like cold stars, staring at Yan Shisan: "It was you seven years ago. At the Divine Sword Villa, he cut the plaque of Divine Sword Villa in half?"

Yan Shisan said calmly: "Yes."

A painful look flashed in Xie Xiaofeng's eyes: "Why did you do this?"

"Why do you do this?" Yan Shisan tightly grasped the scabbard in his hand, raised his head, revealing a thin and pale face.

There were still a few scars on his face, which looked hideous and terrifying, but his eyes were like swords and swords. Often, everyone would only notice his eyes and ignore his ugly face.

"You shouldn't ask such a stupid question."

Yan Shisan's eyes showed unconcealed disappointment: "Without Xie Xiaofeng, the Divine Sword Villa is not worthy of being called the Divine Sword Villa. If you don't even know this, you will be called Xie Xiaofeng in vain!"

Xie Xiaofeng was silent for a while, and the pain in his eyes became stronger and stronger. He slowly raised the sword in his hand, pointed at Yan Shisan, and said word by word: "No one can defile the reputation of the Divine Sword Villa! Even if you are Yan Shisan, you must wash away this sin with blood! Take action!"

Yan Shisan stared at him coldly and suddenly sighed: "I used to think that since you and I were in the world, we would definitely be destined to meet, and then one person would definitely die under the sword of another! Just because we are all people who were born for the sword and died for the sword! But!"

Speaking of this, his expression was a little excited and said sternly: "You are not worthy of calling the name 'Xie Xiaofeng' now! Your sword is still there, but where is your sword heart? A top swordsman can't even condense his murderous aura, so how can you swing your sword!"

Xie Xiaofeng's body suddenly began to tremble, his face became paler, and big beads of sweat oozed out from his forehead: "I...I...I... just don't want to kill anyone..."

Yan Shisan's eyes were disappointed and screamed: "What kind of swordsman is not killed! The thousand-year reputation of the Divine Sword Villa is not destroyed in my hands, but in your hands! Xie Xiaofeng is dead, he died seven years ago!"

Xie Xiaofeng's body trembled even harder. He seemed to have weak legs and couldn't even stand steadily. He actually used a scabbard to support his body.

Yan Shisan withdrew his gaze, ignored Xie Xiaofeng, and turned around to scan the rest of the people.

His eyes fell on A Fei: "Are you the 'Flying Swordsman' A Fei?"

A Fei said, "Yes." As he said that, he glanced at Xie Xiaofeng and suddenly said lightly: "I don't want to kill anyone."

Yan Shigu stared at him for a long time before saying, "You are different from him. Your sword energy carries the breath of life. With such a unique sword art, I am afraid that I can't find a second one in the world. It's great. Unfortunately, you are not my opponent now."

A Fei was silent for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes."

"If I don't die this time, I will come to you again in ten years. I hope you won't let me down."

Yan Shisan's eyes swept over Ximen Rou: "'Whip God' Ximen Rou is more powerful than the rumors, but it is not enough to be my opponent."

Without waiting for Ximen Rou to answer with a blue face, Yan Shisan looked at Xiao Feng again: "'Bei Qiao Feng' is well-known. You have strong martial arts skills, but you don't have enough murderous aura. Fighting with you will be of no benefit to perfecting my swordsmanship!"

His eyes finally fell on Chu Zheng: "Chu Shuai is known as the best master in the world and has obtained the inheritance of Dugu Nine Swords. Are you willing to fight for life and death with me, Yan Shisan?"

Chu Zheng looked at him with sharp eyes, but did not answer.

Yan Shisan's pupils shrank, and he couldn't help but ask, "Shishuai Chu didn't speak. Do you think I'm not qualified to be your opponent?"

Chu Zheng shook his head: "If you can stand in front of me and challenge me, it will be enough to be my opponent. It's just... I have a friend who wants to be your opponent first."

"Who? King Xiao?"

"No, it's Xie Xiaofeng."

Yan Shisan said disappointedly: "He is dead!"

Chu Zheng suddenly laughed and said calmly: "You are wrong."

"Where am I wrong?"

"Xie Xiaofeng is still alive, he will never die."

Yan Shisan said coldly: "What's the difference between a swordsman without sword intent?"

"You are wrong again, a real swordsman, as long as he has a sword in his hand, he will not forget the sword in his heart. His sword intent will never die."

"What's the difference? How can a sword become sharp without blood being soaked?"

"Because he is a human, not a sword. A man can never become as sharp as a sword. A man can only become stronger, and if a man wants to become stronger, he often does not need blood, but only an opportunity."

Chu Zheng looked to the side, with a smile in his eyes even more intense, and suddenly asked, "Now should I call you Aji, or should I call you Xie Xiaofeng?"

Xie Xiaofeng had stood up again at some point. There was still cold sweat on his forehead. His murderous aura was still not heavy, but his hand holding the hilt of the sword no longer trembled, and his waist was straight.

"I am Xie Xiaofeng and Aji." Xie Xiaofeng's voice was low and hoarse, and he was still a little trembling at the beginning, but at the end, he had completely calmed down.

"Do you still want to kill someone now?"

"In no mood."

"Okay, you can fight Yan Shisan."

Xie Xiaofeng looked at Chu Zheng and sighed with a long sigh: "Thank you. I finally figured it out."

He is Xie Xiaofeng and Aji.

The sufferings I have suffered over the years, the hardships of the lower classes over the years, the self-tortures over the years, and the recent days I have been with Chu Zheng and other friends, and A Fei's concentration when he looked at the grass...

Everything is settled into an indispensable part of his life and death at the moment when facing a powerful enemy.

He finally realized that as long as he was Xie Xiaofeng for one day, he would be Xie Xiaofeng for the rest of his life.

This is his fate. He can't escape, so he can only survive strongly, face all challenges, and use this as motivation to make himself stronger and stronger - if he is strong enough, why do you need to kill someone to establish his authority?

Even if one day he dies under the sword of someone else on the road to becoming stronger, what's the point?

At least he has a clear conscience. What are the regrets of his death if he is worthy of his ancestors?

Moreover, life in the martial arts world can also become colorful, just like Chu Loujun in front of you, drinking wine with friends and enjoying happy love with beautiful girls.

Xie Xiaofeng even smiled, which was the relief smile that was only when he put down the heavy shackles.
To be continued...