Chapter Seven: Four Eyebrows

"Then what do you want?" He Heng didn't turn his head, standing with his hands behind his back, as if he had known about the person behind him for a long time.

"Come with me to the Six Doors, explain everything. If there were extenuating circumstances, you can be treated leniently," the person said.

"Hahahaha!" He Heng suddenly burst into laughter, as if he had heard the greatest joke in the world. After a long while, he turned to look at the person.

The person stared at He Heng and said sternly, "What are you laughing at? Do you think you can escape punishment this way?"

At this moment, He Heng also stopped laughing and looked at the man coldly. There might be millions of people in this world, but this person was definitely the type you wouldn't forget at first glance. He might not be handsome, his eyebrows were too thick, his eyes weren't large, his nose wasn't prominent, and his lips were a bit thin. It seemed nothing was perfect, but together they created a handsome appearance.

The word "handsome" might not be suitable for a man, but this person was indeed a very handsome man!

Especially since he had four eyebrows.

"Lu Xiaofeng!"

He Heng glanced at him sideways, completely certain of his identity.

"I didn't expect the famous Longevity Sword to know me, an unknown person. It's truly fortunate." The other party also admitted his identity. In fact, Lu Xiaofeng's appearance was too distinctive to hide his identity.

"If you, Lu Xiaofeng, are considered an unknown person, then where in this world are there any famous people?" He Heng looked at Lu Xiaofeng coldly. "I just don't understand why you are here at this time."

Lu Xiaofeng looked at He Heng, then at the world-renowned Longevity Sword in his hand, and said, "It's because the young lady you killed today invited me. I was delayed by some matters, and I didn't expect her to fall victim to your vicious hand."

"So that's how it is. Yuan Zixia invited you. That's right, who doesn't know about your habit of meddling, Lu Xiaofeng? She, a person without martial arts, wanted to deal with Wei Tianying and the others, so naturally, she needed someone like you to help." He Heng sneered, looking at Lu Xiaofeng.

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes narrowed into a cold smile. "I didn't expect the world-famous Longevity Sword to be such a person, harming a young girl in the street for a Peacock Plume diagram."

"Peacock Plume diagram? Nonsense. If that diagram were real, I might have some interest. But a mere fake diagram, do you think I would care? Only a fool like you would be tricked around." He Heng's mouth was filled with sarcasm, and he sneered.

"Fake?" Lu Xiaofeng's brow furrowed. He was also a smart person, and upon hearing this, he immediately noticed many discrepancies. He looked at He Heng with surprise and uncertainty. "How can you prove what you're saying is true? And even if she did something wrong, you didn't need to be so ruthless to a young girl, did you?"

"Young girl?" He Heng smiled. This young girl, Yuan Zixia, was far more terrifying than most people in the world. At the very least, he still didn't know who she truly was.

Seeing He Heng's silence, Lu Xiaofeng continued, "This matter today involves the Peacock Plume and the Azure Dragon Society, and it concerns the safety of the entire martial arts world. I request that Young Master Bai accompany me."

"You want me to go with you? Who do you think you are, that I should go just because you say so?" He Heng responded to Lu Xiaofeng's words with a cold laugh.

"Since that's the case, then I, Lu, will have to use some means to escort Young Master Bai." Lu Xiaofeng's expression suddenly turned cold as he looked at He Heng.

"Then please do. I also want to know if your Lingxi Finger can catch my Longevity Sword." He Heng suddenly drew the sword hidden in its sheath. A gleam of silver frost shone brilliantly under the moonlight.

Suddenly, He Heng moved. He leaped eight or nine zhang in an instant. The sword light was dazzling, transforming into streams of water under the starry sky, splashing towards Lu Xiaofeng.

Lu Xiaofeng's expression changed drastically. "The Longevity Sword has always been famous for its sword light. I didn't expect your Qinggong to be so formidable, almost comparable to Thief Marshal Chu Liuxiang."

As he said this, Lu Xiaofeng lightly tapped his foot, immediately leaping three zhang into the air, dodging He Heng's sword strike.

"Don't think of escaping!" He Heng shouted coldly and struck again. The silver-white sword light overflowed, instantly enveloping the three zhang area around Lu Xiaofeng, filled with light.

Ever since he suffered a setback under Wang Bi's sword last time, He Heng had decided to learn swordsmanship after arriving in this world. After twenty years, he had achieved some success. Although it was far from his mastery of fist and palm techniques, it was still top-tier in this world. He Heng was confident he could contend with Ximen Chuixue and others with it.

It was naturally sufficient to deal with Lu Xiaofeng today.

The night was calm, the starlight was brilliant, and a cold breeze blew across the ground.

At this moment, Lu Xiaofeng felt enveloped by a terrifying killing intent. The surroundings were a vast ocean of swords, completely engulfing him.

"So powerful!" he exclaimed inwardly. He had made countless friends in his life, from the sect leaders of Shaolin, Wudang, Huashan, and other major sects, to top swordsmen like Ximen Chuixue, Ye Gucheng, and Xue Yiren. He had met them all, but he had never encountered such a terrifying sword, such a terrifying person!

The overwhelming sword qi constructed a cage, completely sealing off all his escape routes. All changes were met with those extremely calm eyes, which were now so dark and deep, as if a divine being, an immortal transcending the mortal world, was looking down at him.

After only a few moments of combat, Lu Xiaofeng sadly realized that all his escape routes had been sealed. The cold sword light had completely covered him.

Ching!

With a crisp sword hum, the Longevity Sword transformed into something like the Grim Reaper and fiercely slashed towards Lu Xiaofeng's chest.

Lu Xiaofeng's pupils dilated instantly. At this moment, in heaven and earth, in his heart, there was only this sword!

Suddenly, he moved.

He bypassed the overwhelming sword momentum that enveloped him from all directions, brought his right index and middle fingers together, and gently pinched.

With light overflowing, the dazzling sword shadows became exceptionally blurry under the moonlight. Dark shadows enveloped everything, like a thick fog.

The sound of the sword broke the silence of the long night. The brilliant sword light dispelled all darkness, revealing a ray of light.

The tip of the sword was pressed against Lu Xiaofeng's heart, having penetrated half an inch. It could not advance any further, as it was firmly held by two fingers.

"Not bad, your fingers can indeed catch my sword." He Heng swept Lu Xiaofeng with an appreciative gaze and suddenly withdrew his sword, sheathing it.

Meanwhile, Lu Xiaofeng was gasping for breath, covered in cold sweat. No one could imagine the pressure he had just faced, finding a sliver of space amidst the overwhelming sword light and, at the critical moment, catching that terrifying sword.

"Fortunately, fortunately, it was only a few inches short, and Lu Xiaofeng would have become a dead phoenix." He patted his chest in lingering fear.

At this moment, He Heng drew the Longevity Sword again and looked at Lu Xiaofeng coldly. "Don't celebrate too early. Dodging one of my swords isn't enough. You have to dodge hundreds more. Then you can be happy when I run out of strength to attack."

The night was hazy. A patch of dark clouds had appeared in the sky at some point, obscuring the starlight, and the world suddenly became pitch black.

A chilling cold light followed, making people shiver.

Under these circumstances, He Heng once again raised the sword in his hand. This sword was named Longevity, but in reality, it always brought destruction and death.

Lu Xiaofeng's expression changed again, becoming very grim, extremely grim.

The terrifying sword qi, like a grim prison, once again enveloped him. The sword light overflowed, breaking through the darkness and illuminating the long street. Lightning seemed to flash in the sky.

A dark sword, a cold person, a pair of emotionless eyes. At this moment, in Lu Xiaofeng's pupils, they were deeply imprinted, unforgettable for eternity.

He Heng seemed like a banished immortal, gently cleaving a sword light from the clouds, severing all ties with the mortal world, breaking all karma, and tearing through the mundane.

It was impossible to imagine the brilliance of this sword, so exquisite it reached the peak, leaving no room to dodge or hide. In just an instant, this sword had changed nineteen times, its momentum completely locking onto Lu Xiaofeng.

At this moment, Lu Xiaofeng truly felt the threat of death. Facing this sword, he genuinely couldn't imagine how he could possibly evade it.

"Perhaps, I shouldn't have meddled," Lu Xiaofeng murmured, as if in despair.

Just then, an equally brilliant and peerless sword light flashed abruptly. It was snow-white and powerful, forcefully carving an opening in He Heng's airtight sword momentum. Lu Xiaofeng, like a drowning man, grasped a life-saving straw and immediately leaped fiercely out of that gap.

"Oh?" He Heng let out a soft sigh and looked at the suddenly appearing sword, a strangely styled black scabbard long sword. The blade was three feet seven inches long, and it weighed seven catties and thirteen taels.

Through this sword, He Heng felt a bone-chilling coldness washing over him, like a snow lotus on Mount Tianshan, lonely and noble. A pure sword qi, like the ice of the far north, permeated his very soul.

Infinite loneliness, infinite cold.

"A good sword!" He Heng praised softly, it was unclear if he was complimenting the sword or the person.

"Naturally, it's a good sword!" the owner of this sword replied, a chill underlying his tone.