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Text Chapter 353 It¡¯s better to miss each other than to miss each other (finale)

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    Before Ling Feng could think too much, Qin Nuo had already taken the lead. Both of them were speed masters.  //¡¡//

    Ling Feng still held the black black in his back, this time without any reservations, showing real ten-level skills.  For Ling Feng, everyone who comes out of the ghost gate is not weak, and the same is true for the demons and monsters last time, but they still cannot escape their fate. Some people have to go on alive after all.

    The Black Crow and the Golden Crow are both the two most powerful weapons of the Ghost Sect.  The old Taoist priest Ling Qingyang took them all away in anger and was hunted down in western Hunan, and the Golden Crow was lost.  Later, the old Taoist priest also spent a lot of effort to find the Golden Crow, but in the end it was nothing.

    In fact, Ling Feng also knew something about the story of Jinwu and Heiwu. The two daggers were left behind by the founder of the Ghost Sect, and they were said to be made by Xuan Tie.  Until the generation of the old Taoist priest, that shocking case happened.  Ling Feng heard a rumor that when the old Taoist priest's confidante was his junior sister, he used a golden crow to separate his arms.

    After a few rounds, Ling Feng was at a disadvantage, and his skills gained a few more hits.

    On the other hand, Qin Nuo had a calm expression, just like Ling Feng, holding the Golden Crow behind his back.

    This time Qin Nuo didn¡¯t rush over immediately, saying this is all he has?  Then I do regret it a bit.

    Ling Feng sneered a few times and said, isn't this just a warm-up? What's the rush?

    Qin Nuo squinted his eyes for the first time and switched the Golden Crow to his left hand. He was left-handed.

    Lingfeng didn't dare to ask for help, so he took the black bird from his left hand to his right hand. He was right-handed.

    Qin Nuo's narrowed eyes flashed with light, his body leaned slightly again, and he rushed over again, his speed increased to another level.

    This time, Ling Feng did not step forward immediately. He took a small step forward with his left foot, and with the help of the friction between his soles, he disappeared with a whoosh.

    First there was a fierce fire, then there was a harsh collision, and then there was the sound of the blade falling to the ground.

    The two daggers were violently put together and broke at the same time!

    Ling Feng and Qin Nuo took a few steps back at the same time, both holding half of the dagger and looking thoughtfully at the other half scattered on the ground.

    Ling Feng suddenly felt a sense of loss, as if something had been lost in his heart.

    ??The cruise ship suddenly shook, followed by another commotion. Soon all the lights on the cruise ship went out, and a long whistle sounded from the cruise ship.

    Ling Feng felt nervous. There was no such scene in the previous plan. Could it be that there was an accident?

    Qin Nuo was also confused. According to the prior agreement with Bei Gongrui and the others, they would deal with the opponent within half an hour. Because the bomb had been planted in advance, no matter whether he won or lost, he would have a small chip.

    About thirty seconds later, the lights on the cruise ship lit up again, and the organizer was already reporting the accident on the radio.

    Qin Nuo took the initiative to throw away half of the dagger in his hand, and said lightly that there is already a winner and loser, and we should have an understanding.

    Ling Feng also threw away half of the black crow. The real showdown has only begun now.  For masters who have reached a certain level, whether they have a suitable weapon in their hands is not a big or small criterion, but it is not the only one. If you are just getting started, what if I give you a dragon-slaying knife?  The key is still oneself, after all, internal factors determine the development of the situation.

    Qin Nuo is a master, and Ling Feng has always been vigilant.  When the demons and demons were sent to meet the Queen of Hell, Ling Feng knew that sooner or later he would face his imaginary enemy.  Wen Renliu had reminded Ling Feng about Qin Nuo's skills. Regardless of whether he had weapons or not, he was a difficult opponent.

    ??In the duel between masters, there are no fancy moves, just punches to the flesh.

    After a few rounds, Ling Feng felt that it was too much. Such a high-load exercise was a test of both mental and physical strength.

    Facing Ling Feng who was going all out, Qin Nuo also received punches and kicks from Ling Feng. They were full of energy and no ambiguity at all.

    It was originally a drizzle, but now it turned into light rain, and there were already a lot of water stains on the ground.

    Under such a high-load battle, both of them panted and took a few deep breaths before calming down.

    Ling Feng noticed a detail. Qin Nuo's speed was still so sharp, but his strength was not as domineering as before.  At the same time, Ling Feng also noticed that Qin Nuo would cover his abdomen intentionally or unintentionally, and there was a lot more sweat on his forehead.

    The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the rain has blurred the two people's sight, but it does not affect their fighting.

    Ling Feng now has the upper hand. Not only is Qin Nuo much weaker, but his speed has also slowed down significantly. At first, he could block Ling Feng's attack, but later he could only dodge.

    Lingfeng didn¡¯t think too much and picked up half of the black bird from his waist. Heiwu was just taken back and kept in his waist.

    Blocking Qin Nuo's punch again, Lingfeng held half of the black black penis and stabbed it in steadily.In Qin Nuo's heart.

    After pulling out the black bird, Ling Feng did not make another stab, but sat on the ground and gasped for air.

    Qin Nuo still had a calm look on his face, covering his chest, and slowly stepped back a few steps, and finally fell to the ground, leaning against the railing with his blood stained by the rain.

    God is very kind. The rain is getting lighter and lighter, and it has turned into drizzle again.

    Ling Feng sat on the ground, staring at Qin Nuo, his body had recovered by now.

    Qin Nuo covered his chest, ignoring the blood on the corner of his mouth.

    Lingfeng, do you know what my greatest wish is?  Qin Nuo asked with difficulty.

    Ling Feng shook his head and said he didn't know.

    Qin Nuo smiled, maybe because the wound was affected, frowned slightly, looked at the night, and said, it's good to be alive, do you want to hear my story?

    Ling Feng shook his head again very cooperatively and said it was not necessary.

    Qin Nuo smiled and said yes, if possible, I would like to be your rival for life.  You know, a few months ago I was in the hospital for a physical check-up, and I was diagnosed with liver cancer, which was in the advanced stage. The doctor said I only had one year to live.

    Ling Feng was stunned for a moment, and then he understood what had just happened.

    Qin Nuo ignored Ling Feng's surprise and continued to say that people living have a purpose after all. When he learned that he only had a few months to live, his heart collapsed instantly.  Ling Feng, no matter whether you win or Beigong Rui wins today, everything is destined, so take care of yourself.

    In this era where success or failure determines who wins or loses, Ling Feng does not feel the pleasure of victory now. In the final analysis, it is still the trouble in his heart.  At this time, Ling Feng was thinking more about whether the ending would have been different if he had not come to Jiangcheng to find his relatives.

    Qin Nuo, who seemed to be having a flashback, actually stood up, looked up at the night again, resolutely crossed the railing and jumped into the Lijiang River.

    Ling Feng watched Qin Nuo jump into the Lijiang River. Ling Feng had the time and ability to stop it just now, but Ling Feng still chose to remain unmoved. Perhaps, this was Qin Nuo's best relief.

    After sitting blankly for another two minutes, Lingfeng stood up, picked up the broken black and golden crow, then took off his coat, tore it open a little, and wrapped the two daggers.

    Lei jumped down from the third floor and handed Ling Feng a cigarette without saying a word.

    Lingfeng said thank you and smoked quietly.

    Lei, who had been watching the battle for half an hour, sighed and said that everything matters.

    Ling Feng was not surprised by Lei's appearance.  Lei contacted Ling Feng alone a few nights ago and said that he had arrived in Jiangcheng.  Ling Feng asked him to protect Dongfang Bing's safety and not to worry about anything else.

    Throwing the cigarette butt into the river, Ling Feng smiled bitterly for a while and said, is everything settled?

    Lei nodded and said that all the people from the Guimen were killed, Bei Gongrui was captured alive, and none of the top experts around Bei Gongrui were left alive.

    You took action?  Ling Feng asked casually.

    Lei lit a cigarette for himself, shook his head and said no, when I rushed over, Dongfang Bing had already been rescued.  The man's skills are not inferior to ours. He said that Tifa asked him to be here, and it was considered a gift to you.

    Lingfeng finally understood what the mysterious gift Tifa was talking about, which really surprised Lingfeng.

    Went to the deck on the first floor and came to the private room arranged in advance. Wen Renliu and the others were there.

    Wang Minzhen had been waiting outside. When he saw Ling Feng, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.  He knew everything about tonight's matter. Although he was not directly involved, Wang Minzhen admired Ling Feng. After taking down Bei Gongrui, looking at China, who could beat Ling Feng?

    Ling Feng was not in a hurry to go in and asked if everything had been arranged.

    Wang Minzhen nodded and said that everything was done. Guan Yu, Shura, and Gao Fei all called. All those involved in the assassination were killed by snipers, and the bodies have been secretly disposed of. However, the Chenghong Association was a little affected. Fortunately tonight  There were no guests and no one was injured or killed.

    After smoking a cigarette, Ling Feng and Wang Minzhen arrived at the box, where a group of people were present.

    Dongfang Bing sat quietly on the sofa in the corner, and breathed out when he saw Ling Feng.

    Wen Renliu and Bei Gongming were both defeated, which shows the intensity of the battle just now.

    Bei Gongrui sat on the sofa in the middle with an expressionless face. This time, he lost completely.

    Lingfeng looked at Bei Gongrui and asked: From last year's sniper, gunner James, explosions, assassinations, there are still many things we have to calculate.

    Bei Gongrui sneered a few times and said nothing.

    Ling Feng didn't have the time to waste it. Just hurting Li Jie was enough to send him down to the eighteenth level.

    Taking the pistol handed over by Wang Minzhen, with a bang, Ling Feng shot the head directly without any nonsense.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ???Bing Anjing looked at the expressionless Ling Feng, thinking in her mind what kind of persistence made Ling Feng what she is today?

    "Let's go out for a walk. It's hard to do it once," Ling Feng said with a smile, showing a big smile.

    The rest of the matter was very simple. The aftermath was left to Wang Minzhen to handle. Ling Feng went to the deck and sat quietly by the railing, staring at the Lijiang River.

    Dongfang Bing felt sour in her heart. This time, she took the initiative to hug Ling Feng and said for the first time that some people and some things will eventually pass. It is better to miss each other than to see each other.

    Lingfeng was startled, then relieved.

    On the way back, Ling Feng suddenly received a text message while sitting in the passenger seat.

    The first stop is London. We will meet in three days. This is the content of the text message. The sender wrote the three words Lin Siyin.

    Ling Feng was in a daze for a long time, replied the message, put down his phone, closed his eyes, and listened quietly to Faye Wong's "Fleeing Time".

    (ps: Ling Feng¡¯s story is not over yet, please stay tuned for the second part of Ghost Disciple in the City.)

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