C69

Previously, he said that it took Jiang Feng seven days to memorize and master the Mo Yang Inner Arts's heart mantra and learn some of the inner force cultivation methods. Wild Sand Drinker was very satisfied with Jiang Feng, at the same time, he reminded Jiang Feng not to forget what he promised him.

On the deep passage leading to the "Linyuan Valley", a man dressed in black stood by the side, wearing a ghost-mask on his face. The wind brushed past him. He touched the twenty-three Throwing Knife in his embrace, his eyes emitting a strange killing intent. He muttered to himself, "It doesn't matter if you come or not, I'll wait one more day for you. If you still haven't arrived, tomorrow I will go to the place where you disappeared — the boundless desert to find you. Chiang Feng, you better not die in that damned place.

By the time Jiang Feng slowly opened his eyes and the time plate had come, the setting sun's twilight had already dyed the sky red, as dazzling as blood. Jiang Feng felt that it was a little hot and his entire body was uncomfortable. He sat up, brushed off the dense weeds beside him, carelessly touched it with his hand, and discovered that the Cold Iron Silver Lance was just thrown to the side like that. Jiang Feng picked it up and sighed helplessly, "Master drunkard, you are a complete weirdo!" He shook his head, stood up, and touched his waist. Seeing that the Qian Sect badge that Yue Xingchen borrowed was still there, he walked forward with a peace of mind.

After approximately an incense worth of time had passed, Jiang Feng saw an old and worn out wooden tablet in the distance, on it were some inscriptions. Jiang Feng could not help but be shocked. He subconsciously looked back and thought: Could it be that the drunkard's master set up this time? When he walked closer, he discovered that the words "Vault of Abyss" were still faintly visible on it. Jiang Feng looked around and noticed that the place was deserted, there were no signs of people in the village, no shops, and there was no one on the road. He had a bad premonition. Jiang Feng took out the map that Kuang Mofann had given him and looked at it carefully. As long as he passed through this passage, he found a place named "Linyuan Valley" in front of him. Jiang Feng smiled slightly, and thought: Linyuan Valley, this name is pretty good, I think that there must be someone living there, it is already late, seems like we can only go there to spend the night. After making up his mind, he quickly advanced along the Abyssal Path. However, how could he know that at the end of this path, there was someone who had been waiting for him for a long time?

When the black clothed man saw Jiang Feng, his mouth exposed a sinister smile, and then he hid into the grass. Jiang Feng wiped the sweat off his forehead and finally reached the end of Lin Yuan Road. It was still empty. There were no houses in the village. The setting sun was already halfway down when Jiang Feng couldn't help but take a long stretch, and slowly walked forward. When he looked forward, it really shocked Jiang Feng, because in front of him was actually a bottomless abyss, an abyss between two mountains. He could not believe that he was walking on a mountain path, and the flat road was at least a few hundred meters away. Unless he turned into a bird, it would be impossible to pass through. There is no suspension bridge between the two peaks, so when facing such a scene, Jiang Feng could only laugh bitterly: "There is no way out? He hadn't thought that it would turn out like this. It seemed that he could only turn back along the way and look for another way out. But it was already late in the night, and Jiang Feng was feeling tired, so he decided to spend the night out in the underbrush.

Suddenly, Jiang Feng heard some movement, and immediately shouted: "Who is hiding, quickly come out!" Jiang Feng turned his head around and saw a man dressed in black walking out from the pile of grass with a terrifying ghost mask on his face. Jiang Feng's heart trembled. It was because he had been too relaxed just now that he had discovered the abnormality so late. He cautiously asked, "Who are you?" When the black clothed man saw Jiang Feng's haggard appearance, he could not help but sneer: "You do not need to know who I am; it is enough for me to know that you are Chiang Feng." After Jiang Feng heard this, he knew that the other party did not come with good intentions. You actually know me? I presume you are not someone from outside this city? Who the hell are you? "Speak!" The black clothed man wore a ghost mask, causing Jiang Feng to be unable to see his expression. He stretched out his right hand, pointed to the ground, and said: "Chiang Feng, I'm afraid never in your dreams would you think that such a desolate land would actually be your grave, right?" Jiang Feng squinted at him and said: "I'm afraid that it won't be that easy for you to take my life, right?" When the black clothed man heard this, his cold laugh became even more wild, causing Jiang Feng's hair to stand on end. The black clothed man said: "Chiang Feng, this should be the third time we will exchange blows, how come you don't even remember this old friend of yours?" After Jiang Feng heard this, his body couldn't help but tremble. He carefully sized up the man in black in front of him and recalled his identity.

The black clothed man took off his jacket, revealing it to the public. There were around twenty or so shining Throwing Knife s inside, and there were even blood-red cross marks engraved on the hilt of the blade. A thought suddenly flashed through Jiang Feng's mind, he asked in shock: "Could it be, you are 'Phantom Quick Sabre' Zhan Qun?" From his clothes, he took out two Throwing Knife s with his left and right hands respectively, and coldly snorted: "You finally remembered it, Chiang Feng." Jiang Feng saw that he had already taken up a stance, and was immediately on high alert to prevent the enemy from launching a sneak attack, so he asked: "I do not have any grudges with you, why are you following me from the other side, what exactly is your intention?" Zhan Qun stretched his wrist, and said: "There's no need to know the reason behind a person's death." As soon as he finished speaking, he threw the two Throwing Knife s that he had grabbed up into the air, and then with an extremely fast speed, he took out another two Dual Bladed Throwing Knife s from his clothes and threw them forward. Jiang Feng was already exhausted, but seeing his opponent suddenly launch an attack, he could not help but be shocked. However, he was not someone to be trifled with. With a twist of his left foot and a single silver spear in his right hand, he blocked one spear before quickly crouching down to avoid another. Zhan Qun held four Throwing Knife s in each of his hands and threw them out in one go. Jiang Feng's hands were nimble and quick, his agility skill was also coordinated to the point where he revolved his silver spear to block the eight Throwing Knife s. After Zhan Qun laughed coldly, he suddenly let out a long roar, and while Jiang Feng was still unsteady on his feet, he immediately took out ten Throwing Knife s from his waist, and flew out to attack Jiang Feng from the top, middle, and bottom at the same time. Jiang Feng leaped into the air and used the "three spear strikes", dodging left and right in the air, and barely blocked the ten Throwing Knife s. Zhan Qun immediately threw out three more, such fierce attacks that rained like rain and wind, Jiang Feng only had the ability to resist, he had no time to retaliate.

Suddenly, Zhan Qun took out two Smoke Bombs from his leggings and threw them onto the ground with all his might. Immediately, a cloud of purple smoke rose. Jiang Feng's vision was completely sealed, he could not help but panic in his heart. One must know that his opponent was a strong expert in martial arts, an assassin that was proficient in long distance battles. Sweat dripped down from Jiang Feng's forehead. At this time, the sun had already set below the western mountains, and the darkness that was as silent as death enveloped him. Jiang Feng tried his best to calm himself down. Hearing the sound of the Throwing Knife stabbing towards him, he anxiously took two steps back and stabbed the tip of his blade into the grass. Just as Jiang Feng was about to relax, another three Throwing Knife s flew over. His right hand quickly fished out a copper coin and threw it straight at the Throwing Knife. His right and left hands instantly grabbed the thin blade. He did not dare to stop for even a moment, and quickly threw the Throwing Knife behind him, as to prevent it from harming his finger. His right leg fiercely kicked up, and retrieved the Cold Iron Silver Lance that was about to fall onto the ground.

In this short span of time, Jiang Feng felt an unprecedented pain in his right chest. He screamed loudly, and when he lowered his head to look, he discovered that a three-edged Throwing Knife had pierced into his chest. Jiang Feng's left hand endured the pain, and just as he was about to pull out the Throwing Knife s from his chest, a black shadow rushed out from the purple smoke. Jiang Feng's eyes widened, and instinctively thrusted the spear in his right hand forward. Zhan Qun's left hand blocked the shot of the gun head, and his right hand used all his strength to hit Jiang Feng's left chest, causing his body to fly backwards from the impact.

Jiang Feng felt endless pain all over his body, very light, and he was constantly falling, as if there was no end to it. At this moment, many scattered images flashed past his mind. The warmth and joy from his childhood at the Jiang's Mansion, the play with Xiao Yue on the Yunhua Mountain, the fight with all his might over the Wulin Conference, their reunion in the rain, as well as the faces of Wan Xingyun and Liu Shichen. Gradually, his consciousness became blurred, his eyelids drooped, and the right hand holding the silver spear began to loosen.

Zhan Qun walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down at the bottomless "Linyuan Valley". He slowly took off the ferocious ghost mask on his face and threw it down, then revealed a sinister smile and muttered to himself: "Master Chiang, even if you were as lucky as me back then, you didn't die from the fall. However, the triple-edged Throwing Knife that stabbed into your chest earlier was smeared with my unique lethal poison and will erupt within an hour. What other methods do you have for detoxifying the poison? "Who told you to offend Lord Liu? You deserve it." With that, he took out a small bottle and slowly poured it behind him. He sprinkled it on the grass. The liquid was quickly absorbed by the dust and began to seep into the grass. Zhan Qun looked at the full moon in the sky, enjoying the excitement of killing as he bathed in the ethereal image of the moon.

What about later?

And then we'll see how it breaks down in the next round.