C12

"She told me to kill you." Ye Mo Han didn't hide anything.

"She found no less than fifty people to kill me. The Nangong family has the majority of experts." Liang Rufeng smiled bitterly. At this moment, the frequency of the gunfire had decreased and the entrance was full of holes.

"Why did both families want to kill you?"

"Because I killed Nangong Ding, Mo Xi's fianc?."

Ye Mo Han was surprised and laughed: "That's not surprising, since you asked them to guard a widow, it is only natural for me to kill you."

"She is the one who asked Nangong Dingdang to compete with me in swords." Liang Rufeng added, "At least she instigated Nangong to come here to die." The reason why Liang Rufeng became famous so quickly was because he had killed a lot of people. Those who lost against him did not have a single survivor.

"That Mo Xi Yan wants to kill you now as well. It looks like she's only doing this to give the Nangong family an explanation." Ye Wen said coldly.

"Therefore, she wanted to block the entrance of the Wind God Cave and trap me to death here."

"What you mean is, there's only one entrance to the Wind God's Col?" Ye Mo Han didn't know much about the Wind God Cave.

"That's right, there are swamps behind these mountains. The swamps are filled with miasma all year round, and the intruders are all dead." Liang Rufeng said blandly.

Ye Wen was tongue-tied. Although this place could only be used by one man, it was completely sealed off from the outside, and the people inside could not go out either.

"But don't worry, Mo Xiyan won't really want to kill me." Liang Rufeng suddenly said.

"Is it because the Mo Clan wants to use you to restrain the Nangong Clan?"

"No matter what the reason is, my death would not benefit Mo Yunfan. Even if I live, I still have to compete with Nangong Ping."

Ye Chanhan understood that if he had nothing else to do, he would also want to find an opponent that he liked to compete against.

As expected, the sounds of gunfire began to become sparse and gradually stopped. Of course, the entrance wasn't blocked. Ye Wen Han and Liang Rufeng had just left the Wind God Cave, and the thick smell of blood assaulted their faces along with the wind, making them feel as if they were suffocating.

In a place like the Wind God's Col, following the wind was a test of one's martial arts, and going against the wind was a test of one's endurance and willpower. About three miles away from the entrance of the Wind God Cavern, eight muscular, bare-chested, bearded men were lying on a row of corpses. Everyone's fatal wounds were all on their throats, and the blood on their throats was still warm. Everyone had the words left behind by the sword on their chest. The blood had dried and they had to read the words together. The first four corpses each had a bronze firecracker as thick as a bowl's mouth. The other four were bronze cannons, and under the huge wind, they were as stable as rocks. Their weight could be imagined.

Liang Rufeng pointed at the bronze box beside the corpse and said, "These are the cannon made by the Ghost Valley and the one used to store the cannons."

"Why didn't the person who killed him take them away?" Ye Wen asked coldly.

"Because other people can't fake the Ghost Valley's things. Even if you take away the heaven defying cannon, the cannon still needs Ghost Valley to personally make it. In other people's hands, the heaven defying cannon is no different from scrap metal." Liangreng bent down and carefully examined the wounds on the dead body. "Did you see the characteristics of this fatal wound?" he asked.

"The sword wounds are highly consistent, almost in a straight line. One sword, eight lives." Ye Wen's expression changed. This meant that the swordsman's swordsmanship had almost reached a superb level, no longer being inferior to his or her own.

"Furthermore, the power of the sword is just right. It is just right enough to reach the limit that can cause everyone's death. If there is one less person, they will not die."

"How many people in the martial arts world have reached this level in their sword arts?"

"Not as far as I know." Liang Rufeng then added, "Although the sword art of Sun Muxia's Wudang is extraordinary, I am sure that he will not be able to reach this level." Although Sun Muxia was a lot older and had taught him a lot of the sword arts, they were both close princes. Everyone in the martial arts world knew him by name, with the exception of Ye Mo Han.

Ye Mo Han suddenly sighed and said, "The real trouble is here."

The good wind raised his head, just in time to see a carriage coming in the direction of the wind. The carriage was still the same one Ye Mo Han had left behind, and the coachman was still the hunchbacked coachman. Of course Mo Xi Yan was inside, she almost couldn't stand up straight after she got off the car. Ye Mo Han looked at her as if he could be blown away by the wind at any time.

"Good as the wind, I have shown you mercy time and time again, why did you kill my servant?" Mo Xi Yan looked very angry.

Ye Mo pointed at the eight people who were still bleeding and said, "Look carefully, there is someone else who killed them."

Mo Xiyan snorted, and said: "Liang Rufeng, you're just a few servants. So what if you've killed them? Why do you need to use such deceitful methods to frame others?"

Liang Rufeng did not say anything. Ye Mo wanted to say something, but held back. He suddenly felt that he had a bit more to say. However, Mo Xi Yan acted as though she did not see him, and continued to speak to Liang Rufeng, "Liang Rufeng, our grudge has deepened. My Mo Clan will continue to send people to kill you, you better take care of yourself."

Just like that, Mo Xi Yan got on the carriage. The hunchback driver slowly sat on the carriage's shaft, raising up the reins to drive the carriage away. Ye Mo Han had already seen his martial arts, but he was still impressed by the strength of his hands. The hunchback driver only gently raised his hand, and the horse turned its head with difficulty. Although it was unwilling, it didn't dare to disobey him.

The front of the carriage turned and moved slowly. Ye Mo carefully looked at the carriage and found that it was much wider than an ordinary carriage. The wooden board was also thicker than an ordinary carriage. Ye Mo Han suddenly jumped into the car, and pulled Mo Xi Yan out. Liang Rufeng stood unmoving in the wind, looking at Ye Mo Han like a statue.

"What are you doing?" Mo Xi Yan glared at Ye Mo Han, who was still clutching her hand.

The horse roared, and the coachman stood in front of Ye Mo Han. He had flipped over from the shaft of the carriage, and was standing there steadily. His back was no longer hunched and his mouth was not crooked. Naturally, he would not be deaf. If he was, how could he have heard the sounds coming from the car?

"Why didn't the other guy get out of the car?" Ye Wen asked coldly.

Mo Xi Yan wasn't surprised at all when she saw the coachman who had followed her for so many years turn into a normal person. It was obvious that she knew the coachman's true appearance. Mo Xi Yan only looked at the carriage in confusion after hearing Ye Mo Han's words.

'Crack! 'The carriage shattered, and a gray shadow sprang up to the left of the coachman. It was a small, thin man, about the height of an eleven or twelve year old. His martial arts would not be weak either, because on his back was a sword that was almost as tall as he was.

Mo Xi could not believe that there was actually another person in the car she usually used. Hence, she asked with a cold tone: "Who is he?"

The coachman was silent.

"For the past 12 years, I didn't expect Iron Fist Vajra, who had killed no less than a hundred people with his fists, to be willing to act like a hunchback driver to serve the Mo Clan." Liang Rufeng suddenly said as he looked at the coachman.

"Not everyone can always be their own." The short and thin man said in a strange tone.

"Who are you? How dare you hide under my car!"

Lu Binglong replied respectfully, "Miss, he is my brother. I had no choice but to hide under the car. He has no ill intentions towards you."

Mo Xi Yan snorted. Ye Wen coldly spoke to Liang Yifeng, "Do you think he can kill eight people in a single strike?"

"Maybe, maybe not." Liang Rufeng had already pulled out his sword, he would know whether he could give it a try or not.

"You mean this shorty killed my servant?"

The petite man suddenly exploded. His sword had already left his body, and the strong wind seemed to have added a few more traces of chilliness.

"Stop." Lu Binglong shouted. However, the petite man's sword was already only an inch away from Mo Xi Yan's throat. This sword was obviously going to kill Mo Xi Yan.

Liang Rufeng did not move, because he knew that Ye Mo Han would make a move. Of course, Ye Mo Han would attack. When the tip of his sword almost touched Mo Xi Yan, Ye Mo Han pulled Mo Xi back twelve steps in a row. These twelve steps happened in the blink of an eye.

At one point, Mo Xi Yan thought that she was going to die under the sword, but when Ye Mo Han's hand pulled her up, she suddenly had a strange feeling. At this moment, she had almost forgotten that her life was hanging by a thread. In fact, she had already planned this long ago on the night she had confronted Ye Mo Han's naked body. This was because Ye Chanhan had already made a name for himself after killing Duan Xingyu. There were many young ladies who were infatuated with him and wanted to see him once. When Shadowless once again revealed Ye Mo Han's identity to the public, his miserable life had added the young girl's sympathy towards him. This kind of hero worship and sympathy for the past was very easy to trigger the young girl's feelings.

Mo Xi Yan was also a young girl, and she was no exception. That night, she had put on a mask and became a man who was being tested by another woman. The newness and nervousness of this kind of situation would easily extinguish all other feelings. It was only when she was in a dangerous situation that Ye Chanhan's action made the feelings that had long been in her heart surge out like waves.

Maybe every girl had a love knot with a hero saving the beauty, but not everyone could be called a hero. A hero was also someone who had grown up to be an ordinary person. Some women who lost their looks could only immerse themselves in the dreams of heroes. Some women had the heart of a hero even in the prime of their lives. Of course, some women were heroes themselves, even legends. Lin Mo Xiao was one.