Chapter 465 465: Death of Yan Xingning (Part 1) [Happy First Anniversary]
“Master, senior brother?”
Zheng Qiao’s eyes fell on the young man walking slowly towards him. There seemed to be a look of surprise on his face, but he was highly vigilant inside. An unknown feeling filled his chest. He thought that no one in the world could make him fearful and nervous. Obviously, he thought highly of himself.
The banquet went to the center of the palace.
The two brothers looked at each other from a distance of three to four feet.
An inexplicable and chilling atmosphere filled the air.
“It’s rare to hear you call me senior brother.”
Zheng Qiao calmed down the uneasiness in his heart.
Seriously said: "Senior brother, what are you talking about? Our lips and teeth are close to each other! Even if you and I have some disagreements, it will not affect the friendship in the past. Once a senior brother is a senior brother, he will be a senior brother for life. But, Why are senior brothers here today?”
Yan An said, “I’m here to kill you.”
Three simple words that didn't even have murderous intent, so bland as to say "have a drink with me today", which made people doubt that Yanan was joking. Zheng Qiao couldn't laugh, and his face darkened: "Kill me?"
Zheng Qiao was born extremely well.
That kind of handsomeness and femininity mixed with the astonishing beauty that transcends gender, and the face has a bit of natural ridicule and meanness.
For such a beautiful woman, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is "unparalleled in beauty". Simply speaking of appearance, I'm afraid there aren't many people in the world who can compete with him in the ring. Those naturally affectionate eyes are filled with incredible energy, and even anger is pleasing to the eye.
Zheng Qiao asked again: "You want to kill me?"
Then he asked again.
"Yan Xingning, do you want to kill me?"
Yan An did not answer the three questions.
Zheng Qiao suddenly felt bored when she saw his attitude. She swept away the vulnerability and shock of being betrayed just now, and the disdain that filled the corners of her eyes and brows almost burst out. He chuckled: "Senior brother, senior brother, don't you think you are too hypocritical? You are the one who said you would come down the mountain to help me, and you are the one who said you would kill me. Why, can you change the promise you made overnight?" < br>
Yan'an said: "No, it's always the same."
As for how to be "consistent", the brothers can go to Huangquan Road and spend a lot of time to talk about it slowly.
Zheng Qiao's voice rose several times: "Not yet?"
It was still vaguely sharp.
Yan An did not answer and pulled out the sword from his waist. Seeing this, Zheng Qiao subconsciously took half a step back - for no other reason, this sword looks so familiar. Yan An's late father's favorite sharp blade during his lifetime, give it to Zheng Qiao Studying time adds a lot of psychological shadow, and students have a headache.
Zheng Qiao also grabbed the sword beside the table.
With a brush sound, the sharp blade was unsheathed.
Asked again: "Where is your sword?"
Yan An said indifferently: "It's broken."
Zheng Qiao: "..."
The sword is the king of a hundred blades and has extraordinary significance to scribes. Its importance is second only to "words". Usually, teachers or elders in the family help with preparations. From collecting good forging materials to polishing and shaping, it takes a very long time.
His late father regarded Zheng Qiao as his own son and knew that his status was embarrassing, so he took over the matter. Therefore, his sword and Yan'an's sword come from the same source. I hope that these two brothers can have a consistent relationship, support each other, and uphold the principles of gentlemen.
A pair of gentleman's swords have the same fate.
Zheng Qiao's sword was cut off by him with his own hands - because after he was humiliated by the old leader of the Xin Kingdom, his classmates and friends changed their friendly and elegant faces, pointed at his nose and insulted him as a deceiver. Fortunately. It's so sanctimonious that it's disgusting.
Yan'an's sword was also broken by his own hands, because the expectations given to it when it was cast have long been distorted, and it is better to destroy it. The broken sword was handed over to the lady, and she was asked to find a swordsmith in the future and recast it to pass it on to their daughter.
Today I can only bring my late father’s sword.
It can be regarded as——
Cleaning up the portal.
The cold sword edge was filled with the chill of death, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Zheng Qiao's throat. The cold light flashed, and the distance of three to four feet was evened out in the blink of an eye. Zheng Qiao could feel the vague but firm murderous aura in the air, and knew that Yanan was determined.
He raised his sword to parry.
There was a crisp sound.
A huge force came from his hand, forcing him to step back. When he reached the desk behind him, he decisively used his sword to relieve his strength and turned around to get out of the way. Those naturally loving eyes were filled with murderous intent. For the first time, Zheng Qiao no longer concealed his murderous intent in front of Yan An.
Using Danfu Wenxin, he was surprised to find that there was no movement.
It was quiet, as if Wen Xin had never appeared.
As for the national seal, it has disappeared.
“Yan Xingning, you are serious!”
Zheng Qiao couldn't hold back and cursed loudly.
Combined with this situation and the abnormal quiet atmosphere in the palace, he was sure that this space was no longer the real world.
Wen Xin cannot be called, and the national seal cannot be activated. Although the restriction is aimed at both parties - this can be proved by the fact that there is no fluctuation of literary energy around him from the appearance of Yan'an to the present - it is also "forbidden" "Hand", Zheng Qiao obviously suffered even more.
Although he has a talent for swordsmanship, his teacher's energy is limited, so his swordsmanship was taught step by step by Yan'an. Over the past few years, I have been pampered and racked my brains to fight with others. I have not drawn my sword and danced twice throughout the year. I have basically been hanging around and gathering dust.
Yan'an's swordsmanship is excellent. Not to mention that he practices Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer, but he has not fallen behind in these years. If you just compete in swordsmanship, you might really be taken away by this senior brother! Seeing the sword tip sticking up again, Zheng Qiao flipped his wrist, and the long sword sword touched the thrusting blade. The sword groaned in his ears as if it was overwhelmed. After that, he was unable to hold on and was forced to the corner. Yan'an's hand holding the sword was terrifyingly steady.
The move is to attack the vital point directly.
However, he understood Zheng Qiao’s swordsmanship, and Zheng Qiao also understood his. The shadow of the sword flickered and clanked, and the cold sword light looked particularly strange in this space.
Although Zheng Qiao is surrounded by dangers and is in a desperate situation, he is still alive and cannot die. Since becoming the leader of the Geng Kingdom, he has never been in such an embarrassing moment.
Just for a moment, he was distracted, and the sword blade pierced his shoulder, and the blood spread out into a dazzling red flower.
The next sword is fatal.
Zheng Qiao gritted his teeth and picked up the sword blade with his bare hands.
Wow——
Blood splattered, dots dotted on the side of Yanan's face.
Tear——
This is the sound of the sword cutting through the brocade clothes.
Most of the sleeves fell to the ground.
Just in time, the four words "cut off the robe and cut off the meaning" are appropriate.
Yan An only paused for a moment, and without thinking, he swung his sword at Zheng Qiao with even greater force. When Zheng Qiao saw the half-sleeve, her embarrassed pretty face was filled with disgust, followed by even greater anger: "Yan Xingning! That's too much!"
We fought for dozens more trick.
Zheng Qiao's hair was messy, and the injuries on his body were increasing. The bright red blood almost dyed the white clothes into dazzling red.
The anger that made him fight his last battle gradually turned into fear as his disadvantage expanded, and his heart was beating loudly in his chest as if it would be pierced and stop beating in the next second. He summoned all his strength and stabbed away quickly, looking at his posture and wanting to die together with Yan'an.
This is definitely impossible.
At the critical moment of life and death, Zheng Qiaocai was shocked to realize that he was far less open-minded than he thought, and he cherished his life even more than he expected.
The sword edge suddenly turned and made a feint.
But the results were not great.
With a snap, the sword fell out of hand.
Zheng Qiao was pushed back by the huge force. He took several steps backwards and failed to stabilize his body. He lost his footing and fell down the steps outside the palace. There was a spin and severe pain in the body. After rolling dozens of times, he finally rolled down dozens of steps. The final hit was so hard that stars appeared in his eyes.
The blood overflowing from the wound spread on the ground.
The dizziness caused by blood loss made his hands unable to support his body. His eyes were firm, he gritted his teeth and climbed up, stumbling forward one step at a time to escape. He didn't need to look back to know that death was closing in on him step by step, like maggots clinging to his bones.
At this time, he keenly noticed that the surrounding environment had changed compared to before, as if everything was covered with a layer of mist.
A joy surged in my heart.
He didn’t know what method Yanan used to create this strange space, but he was certain that being able to be so domineering as to cut off Wenxin and even the national seal must have paid a very heavy price, maybe even Yanan himself. This life!
This also means that this situation will not last long.
As long as you wait until the end of time, the outcome will be determined.
"Senior Brother——"
In the blink of an eye, thousands of thoughts flashed through my mind.
Zheng Qiao escaped only two steps and staggered to the ground. He turned around and looked up to see Yanan flying down from the top of the steps. In just a few breaths, the other party's appearance changed dramatically.
Originally three thousand blue hairs were mixed with half gray.
The young face has deep grooves left by the years, and the figure is not as straight as before. What's even more strange is that Zheng Qiao's counterattack only saved his life and did not cause any trauma to Yan'an. But at some point, dazzling blood marks appeared on the latter's body...
Every position matches Zheng Qiao's body.
"Senior brother——"
Zheng Qiao backed up with his hands on the ground.
Although he is still ash-headed and disgraced at this moment, his appearance is not damaged at all, and he even has a bit more broken and fragile temperament.
“You and I, brothers, why are you like this?”
"Why do you have to do this!"
His eyes were clear and clear, just like before.
Hehe, on this day last year, I started serializing.
What does this mean?
It means that Tang Mei is one year old.
Haha, I originally wanted to feed Yanan in one go today, but I ended up overestimating myself.
The writing is so confusing.
(End of this chapter)