Xia Feng's choice of opponent surprised most people.

Even guests who didn't know Frey could see that this middle-aged man was obviously not a general, he was not tall, and he didn't look powerful at all.

...

Facing Xia Feng's candidate, Sakura Takeyama frowned slightly.

"Do you know Lord Frey?"

"I don't know."

"Then why did you choose him?"

"I chose it casually, isn't he from the Sakura Takeshi family?"

Faced with this rhetorical question, Sakuratake Yamao could only cough lightly and replied.

"His Excellency Frey has joined the Sakura Warrior family and is a member of the Sakura Warrior family."

"Then it's okay."

With that, Xia Feng's mask lifted slightly.

"Lord Frey, please."

.....

Frey, who had been toasting since the beginning of the banquet, never dreamed that someone would take the initiative to learn swordsmanship from him, and his face was slightly red at this moment, obviously he had drunk too much.

I saw him laugh embarrassedly twice.

"This.... Why don't you change your Excellency Zhang San, I'm... It's not convenient, I'm old, and it doesn't mean anything if you win. ”

"Oh? Is Lord Frey afraid? ”

Frey waved his hand to himself.

"Okay, okay, I'm afraid, I admit defeat, I admit defeat, hahaha."

There's nothing wrong with admitting defeat in this self-deprecating way, but alas, Frey, who drinks high, forgets that this is Dongguo.

As soon as his voice fell, Sakuratakeyama on the main seat suddenly changed his face.

"Bastard!"

Frey's identity is the former chief of military affairs of Victoria, and even now that he is in trouble, Sakuratakeyama has always respected him very much.

But at the moment, with the strength of the wine, he spoke a little more bluntly, not to mention, without a fight, Frey's response to the challenge violated the principles of the Sakura Warriors.

I saw Sakuratakeyama staring at him.

"Lord Frey, I know that you are a general or not a soldier, but in my Sakura samurai family will be a soldier, and dying on the battlefield is the fate of a man, facing the challenges of the younger generation, there is no shame in losing, and I dare not fight, so I go against the spirit of the samurai!"

...

As soon as these words came out, the audience was silent.

Frey was made a super embarrassed big red face.

In the past, no one in the whole country dared to talk to him like this, he was in his 50s, and he still had to hold a sword to compete with a strange man wearing a mask? Isn't that a joke.

But there was no way, at this moment, he was under the fence, so he could only stand up.

"Yes, what the head of the Yamao family said is right, okay, I will fight, hey."

The last long "hey" already heard Frey's helplessness.

He just wanted to go up casually and make a gesture and end this farce as soon as possible.

....

Taking a wooden knife, Frey briefly moved the soles of his feet, which had already sat numb, and then stood in the middle of the courtyard.

Seeing the two of them standing still, Sakuratakeyama finally smiled with satisfaction.

"Hehehe, both of them are the new forces of my Sakura Warrior Family, needless to say, His Excellency Frey, who once held an important position, has unimaginable foresight in strategy, and will definitely help my Sakura Warrior Clan to calm down the foreign strife."

Then Sakuratake Yamao looked at Xia Feng again.

"Your Excellency Zhang San's swordsmanship is strong, and he is also a rare talent, I am ready to make him a first-class martial artist to help my Sakura martial artist go into battle to kill the enemy!"

Before the discussion began, Sakuratakeyama Ao may have come because of interest, and Rory said a little more.

"Heh, maybe this is fate, both of them are from Victoria, and they are gathered in my Sakura Warrior Family, it doesn't matter, victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, the two of them are up to the point, especially Lord Frey, don't hurt your body."

Hearing this, Frey's face turned green.

Just now, he was scolding and mocking to encourage him to fight, and now he is worried about his body again.

But then again, Frey was a little surprised that the masked man in front of him was also from Victoria.

....

No one knows better than Frey what happened to Victoria, and it's thought-provoking to cross the sea to the far east.

However, the other party doesn't know him, which proves that this person is not a high-ranking person in the empire, and he may be a down-and-out soldier or gangster.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of greeting, Frey raised his wooden knife and took the lead.

"Your Excellency Zhang San, please be lighter, it's not glorious for a young man to beat an old guy like me."

However, there was no response from under the mask.

I saw Xia Feng gently lift the wooden sword in his hand and put on an offensive posture.

....

"Let's go!"

With the password issued by Sakuratake Yamao himself, this banquet began to cheer up.

Anyone who has studied the art of swords can see that this battle will definitely be won by the masked person, because Frey is obviously not very good at martial arts.

Sakura Takeyun on the periphery is ready.

As soon as Frey lost, he had to go up to fight Xia Feng instead, and he couldn't let Xia Feng leave the game with an excuse.

In the process of discussion, he had to find a way to remove Xia Feng's mask and complete the instructions of the head of the family.

Of course, he felt very guilty about this, he took Xia Feng as his true brother, and even planned to take the initiative to kowtow afterwards to make amends.

....

However, Xia Feng was destined not to give him a chance to make amends, or even give him a chance to play.

...

...

As the scuffle began, Xia Feng raised his wooden sword and stabbed straight at Frey's chest without any moves to speak of.

Although Frey is not good at swordsmanship, the opponent's sword is completely clumsy enough not to treat him as a person, and the wooden sword is coming, and Frey is fiercely challenged.

"Smack!"

The wooden sword in Xia Feng's hand flew out of his hand and was knocked into the air.

However, although the wooden sword flew, his body was already attached to Frey's face.

The night is getting darker, the air is getting cooler, Xia Feng's clothes are up, and his left hand has already grasped the cold Shenyue Knife on his waist.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

...

Within a stone's throw of distance, a voice floated from under the mask that only Frey could hear.

"Frey, some things are destined to be repaid, even at the ends of the earth, as long as I am alive, you will never be able to escape."

Hearing this, Frey's pupils contracted instantly.

At this moment, he finally remembered who this voice that he felt a little familiar just now, who it was.

"Summer ........"

"Frey, you have your position, you can send people to assassinate me again and again, even so, I won't chase you to this point, but you are wrong, kill my Xia Feng's brother."

Raising his head suddenly, the moment the mask was lifted by inertia, the terrifying face of the summer breeze met Frey's eyes.

The right eye is a shocking scab, and the left eye is a crazy fire of revenge.

"Ding!"

The Shenyue Knife was unsheathed in an instant, and under the gaze of the guests in the entire courtyard, it brought up a blood mist.

"Poof!"

Frey's arm, armed with a wooden knife, flew into the air.

"Ahh

Frey's heart-rending screams resounded through the night sky, but in the next second, the screams were forcibly stopped.

Without any moves or skills, the Shenyue Knife that Xia Feng had withdrawn stabbed forward again.

"Poof!"

The blade sank into Frey's chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

The Shenyue Knife retracted its original path, stabbing out again with an unforgettable obsession, accompanied by the roar that had been suppressed for countless nights under the mask of the summer wind.

"Frey, I'm your uncle, give Lao Tzu a !! death"

The Shenyue Knife stabbed Frey in the chest one by one, and the blood and minced flesh were carried into the air one by one.

"Poof, poof, poof, poof, poof, poof!"

Ah Guang's last face in Shengdi City appeared in front of Xia Feng's eyes, and tears of nostalgia flowed under the mask, in stark contrast to each knife that was quickly stabbed.

Frey's eyes widened, and even though he had been stabbed into a broken sack that had lost his breath at the end, the summer breeze still didn't stop.

The blade sank into the chest one by one, and the blood splattered, and the blood was abnormal.

....

In the face of this terrifying look, the expressions of all the generals in the entire courtyard changed greatly.

However, Xia Feng didn't seem to take anyone into his eyes, and in his eyes, he only had the prey that had crossed the sea in front of him and tracked several days and moons.

Tears of relief mingled with splattered blood.

In his heart, it was not until this moment that the dark ages of Victoria really ended.