Chapter 232 Xiaofeng
The night was as dark as ink, the moon was hidden and the stars were sinking. Zhao Ji was agile, following Xiao Feng's footsteps and traveling through the night.

Xiao Feng seemed to be very familiar with Hanguang Temple. He moved flexibly between the beams and pillars of the temple, trying to get rid of Zhao Ji who was chasing him.

Relying on his extraordinary perception and sharp intuition, Zhao Ji sometimes jumped and sometimes ran, always holding on tightly.

The two men were moving so fast that the soldiers patrolling along the way could only catch a glimpse of two blurry and swift black shadows that flashed by, and they were unable to intervene in this silent contest.

The two walked one after the other, through the winding corridors, across the deep courtyard, and finally arrived at the back mountain of the temple.

The back mountain is covered with lush trees, which looks even more mysterious at night.

Xiao Feng stretched out her body and easily jumped onto the treetops. Using the elasticity between the branches, she leaped out like a flying bird and instantly jumped out of the high wall of Hanguang Temple. Zhao Ji did the same thing and continued to chase after her.

The two men were chasing and fleeing, one in front and one behind. After an unknown amount of time, they arrived at a stream deep in Mang Mountain.

Xiao Feng finally stopped, turned her back to the gurgling water, and stared at Zhao Ji who was chasing her relentlessly in front of her.

Seeing this, Zhao Ji also slowly stopped, breathing a little hurriedly: "Xiao Feng..."

However, before he could finish his words, Xiao Feng groaned and suddenly jumped up.

The two scimitars drew dazzling cold lights in the night, like a meteor in the night sky, breaking through the darkness and heading straight for Zhao Ji!

Zhao Ji did not draw his sword to meet the enemy, but slightly turned his body, took two steps back, and cleverly avoided Xiao Feng's edge.

Xiao Feng took advantage of the situation and rushed forward. Every swing of the two swords was accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking wind, and it was obvious that he was putting all his strength into it.

Faced with Xiao Feng who was angry and trying her best, Zhao Ji had to deal with it properly.

However, he did not draw his sword, but only used the scabbard to block the attacks, mainly dodging and parrying.

"Xiao Feng, can you listen to me for a moment?" After successfully blocking Xiao Feng's fierce horizontal attack, Zhao Ji took the opportunity to leap back several feet, trying to calm down this meaningless fight.

Xiao Feng was already a little out of breath, but she was still unyielding: "If you want to talk, beat me first!"

As he spoke, Xiao Feng stretched out his body and swung his sword again.

Seeing this, Zhao Ji was helpless. He finally drew his sword and intertwined it with Xiao Feng's double swords, making a sound of metal clashing.

Zhao Ji has always been known for his speed, but at this moment his swordsmanship was heavy and steady, with more defense than attack. He just wanted to subdue Xiao Feng.

As the battle deepened, the two men's movements became faster and faster, the sword light and the figures almost merged into one, making people dazzling.

Just when the battle reached its climax, Zhao Ji's figure flashed and he avoided Xiao Feng's fatal blow like a ghost. At the same time, he swung his sword in his backhand, intending to knock down Xiao Feng's double swords.

Xiao Feng reacted extremely quickly. She used the strength of her waist to lean back and avoided Zhao Ji's sword at an almost incredible angle.

Then he turned lightly and moved behind Zhao Ji in an instant, and stabbed Zhao Ji's back with his right hand.

Zhao Ji seemed to have eyes behind him. He moved sideways and easily resolved Xiao Feng's surprise attack.

Then, Xiao Feng's left hand knife came again, pointing directly at his neck. Zhao Ji quickly bent down and lowered his head, avoiding the attack again.

At this time, Xiao Feng's moves were old and his strength was exhausted. Zhao Ji turned around like lightning and used his fingers as swords to accurately point at the acupuncture points on Xiao Feng's arms. Xiao Feng suddenly felt his arms weak and his two swords fell out of his hands. Zhao Ji finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Xiao Feng lost his weapon: "Xiao Feng, can we talk now?"

But Xiaofeng still didn't speak, her face was very pale, and then her body went limp and she fell down.

Zhao Ji was horrified and instinctively reached out, firmly grasped Xiaofeng's wrist, and gently held her in his arms.

The surroundings were quiet, with only the sound of their rapid breathing intertwined.

A faint pale sky appeared quietly on the horizon. Xiao Feng looked exhausted after an unknown period of pursuit and fierce fighting.

"Oh, Xiaofeng, why are you doing this?" Zhao Ji stared at the pale face of the woman in his arms, his eyes full of pity.

However, this warmth did not last long. Zhao Ji's face suddenly changed and he became speechless.

Xiao Feng had a dagger in her hand at some point and placed it on Zhao Ji's neck.

"Li Shouxin, you finally fell into my hands!" Xiaofeng was as proud as a victorious lioness.

Zhao Ji tried to speak, but found that words seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.

He could only smile bitterly, looked at Xiaofeng desperately, and then slowly closed his eyes, as if accepting the arrangement of fate.

Xiao Feng was very excited after taking the initiative. She smiled and said, "You want to talk, don't you? Now you can talk. Hey, talk, don't play dead."

Hearing Xiao Feng's words, Zhao Ji suddenly opened his eyes, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes: "I thought you hated me to the core and wanted to get rid of me as soon as possible..."

Xiao Feng took back the dagger, stood up, and turned his back to Zhao Ji: "You think too highly of yourself. Although you are a heartless person, you are not a wicked person. There is no deep hatred between us, why should I kill you?"

Zhao Ji stared at Xiao Feng in slight surprise, feeling very awkward. These words didn't sound like those of a killer, but rather like those of a chivalrous knight.

As if she had seen through Zhao Ji's thoughts, Xiao Feng turned around, and a hint of sarcasm appeared on her lips: "Didn't you teach me all this? Back then in Yuan Mansion, who was it that talked about the righteous path and being upright every day, and cursed the snake spirits for being filthy and dark every day?"

Zhao Ji didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard this. He shook his head repeatedly, thinking back to the days when he was a young and ignorant man when he first traveled through time. "It's amazing that you still remember what happened back then..."

Xiao Feng sneered again, with a bit of sharpness in his tone: "Of course I remember! Why, now that someone has become a general and has won honors in the court, has he completely forgotten all this?"

Zhao Ji's expression froze for a moment, and he walked towards Xiao Feng: "Xiao Feng..."

"Don't touch me!" Xiao Feng quickly slapped away Zhao Ji's outstretched hand and turned around again with a firm attitude.

Zhao Ji hurriedly walked in front of Xiao Feng and said sincerely: "Xiao Feng, I can't really be called an upright gentleman or a moral model, but at least I have done a good job in these years."

"Where is the Snake Spirit? Over the years, it has committed all kinds of evil, colluded with foreign races, and brought chaos to the world, harming countless people. If you really listened to what I said back then, you would know that the Snake Spirit is indeed a filthy place. I don't want you to go back to the Snake Spirit."

Xiao Feng sneered: "General Zhao, not everyone is as heartless, cold and mean as you. Snake Spirit has raised me and my sister, I cannot be ungrateful."

"Besides, we have a blood feud with Wu Zhao, and only the snake spirit can help us avenge!"

(End of this chapter)