Chapter 465: The Death of Yan Xingning (Part 1) [Happy One Year]
“Teacher, senior brother?”
Zheng Qiao''s eyes fell on the young man walking slowly towards him, with a look of surprise on his face, but he was highly vigilant inside. An unknown premonition filled the chest cavity. He thought no one in the world could make him afraid and nervous, and obviously he looked up to him.
Fan An walk to the center of the palace.
The two brothers looked at each other three or four feet apart.
An inexplicably solemn atmosphere permeated.
"It''s rare, I can still hear you call me a senior brother."
Zheng Qiao calmed down his inner anxiety.
He said seriously, "What are you saying in your senior brother? You and my lips are dependent on each other! Even if you and my senior brothers have some conflicts, it will not affect the past friendship. The senior brother is a senior brother one day, and he will be a senior brother for the rest of his life. But, why are the senior brothers here today?"
Yan An said, "Come and kill you."
The three simple words that didn’t even have murderous aura were so dull that they seemed to say “I’ll drink a drink together today”, which once made people suspect that Yan Anlai was funny. Zheng Qiao couldn''t laugh, and he looked down: "Kill me?"
Zheng Qiao was born very well.
The handsome, feminine and stunning beauty mixed with the stunning beauty that transcends gender, and the face is a bit natural and sarcastic.
Such a beautiful woman is not an exaggeration to say "Yi Li Wushuang". Just in terms of appearance, I am afraid that there will be no one in the world who can compete with him. Those natural and affectionate eyes were filled with incredible emotions, and even the anger made them pleasing to the eye.
Zheng Qiao asked again: "You want to kill me?"
Then he questioned again.
"Yan Xingning, do you want to kill me?"
Yan An did not answer the three questions.
Zheng Qiao suddenly felt bored when he saw his attitude. He swept away the fragility and shock of being betrayed just now, and his eyes and eyebrows were filled with disdain that was almost gushing out. He sneered: "Senior Brother, do you think you are too hypocritical? You said that the person who went down the mountain to assist me, and you said that the person who wanted to kill me was also you. How could the promise you made can change every day?"
Yan An said: "Not, it''s consistent."
As for how to be "consistent", their brothers can go to the underworld and spend a lot of time slowly talking about it.
Zheng Qiao''s voice raised several times: "No?"
It was vaguely sharp.
Yan An didn''t answer and pulled out the sword from his waist. Zheng Qiao subconsciously took a step back when he saw this - no one else, the sword looked too familiar. Yan An''s favorite sword during his lifetime added a lot of psychological shadow to Zheng Qiao''s time in school, and the students had a headache when they saw it.
Zheng Qiao also grabbed the sword beside the table.
With a brush, the sharp blade was unsheathed.
He asked again: "Where is your sword?"
Yan An Moran said, "It''s broken."
Zheng Qiao: “…”
Swords and weapons are the kings of hundreds of blades, and they have extraordinary significance for scholars, and their importance is second only to "character". It is usually prepared by teachers or elders at home. It takes an extremely long time to collect good forging materials to be released and polished.
The deceased father regarded Zheng Qiao as his own, and knew that his identity was awkward, so he took over the matter. Therefore, his sword and Yan''an''s sword are of the same origin and furnace. I hope these two brothers can have a consistent relationship, support each other, and follow the gentleman''s way.
A pair of gentleman swords ended the same.
Zheng Qiao''s sword was cut off by him - because after he was humiliated by the old king of Xin, his classmates and friends changed their close and elegant faces and pointed at his nose to insult him as a fool. It is so hypocritical that it is disgusting.
Yan An''s sword was also broken by himself, because the expectation it was cast was already distorted and it was better to destroy it. The broken sword was handed over to the wife, and she asked her to find a swordsman in the future and recast the daughter passed on to them.
Today I can only come with the sword of my deceased father.
Also considered-
Cleaned up the portal.
The cold sword tip flowed with the chill of death, and the tip of the sword pointed straight at Zheng Qiao''s throat. The cold light flashed, and the distance was leveled three or four feet in the blink of an eye. Zheng Qiao felt the murderous aura that seemed to be nothing but firm as rock in the air, and then he knew that Yan An had a firm heart.
He held his sword and parried.
There was a crisp sound.
A huge force came from his hand to force him to retreat. He stepped behind him to the table, and he decisively used his sword move to remove his strength and turned his body to dodge it. The natural affectionate eyes were full of murderous intent at this time. For the first time, Zheng Qiao no longer concealed his murderous intent in front of Yan An.
Wenxin, who urged Danfu, was shocked to find that there was no movement.
Quiet, as if the literary heart has never appeared.
As for the national seal, there was no shadow.
"Yan Xingning, you are really here!"
Zheng Qiao couldn''t help but curse.
This scene, combined with the abnormal quiet atmosphere in the hall, he was sure that this space was no longer in the world.
The inability to call Wen Xin and the inability to activate the trump card of the National Seal. Although the restrictions are aimed at both sides - this point can be proved by the lack of any fluctuation in literary spirit around you - but Zheng Qiao is obviously suffering even more because of the "forbidden hand".
Although he has talent for swordsmanship, his teacher has limited energy, so his swordsmanship was taught step by step by step. Over the years, I have been living a pampered life, racking my brains to fight with others, and never drawing my sword to dance twice a year, basically all of which are eating bad.
Yan''an''s swordsmanship is excellent. Not to mention that he is so hard in winter and summer, he has not missed it in recent years. Just competing with swordsmanship may be taken away by this senior brother! Seeing the sword tip sticking up again, Zheng Qiao flipped his wrist and pressed against the sword blade that was stabbed. He heard a moan like overwhelmed by the sword body in his ears. After that, he was forced to the corner of the wall without any effort. Yan An''s hand holding the sword was terrifyingly stable.
Take a move directly to the key points.
But he knew Zheng Qiao''s swordsmanship, and Zheng Qiao also knew him. The sword shadows flashed and clanged, and the cold sword light seemed particularly strange in this space.
Although Zheng Qiao is in danger and in a mess, his life is still there and he cannot die. Since becoming the king of Geng Kingdom, he has never had such a miserable moment.
Just for a moment, the sword blade thrust straight on his shoulder, and a charming red flower spread out from the blood.
The next sword is to take the death.
Zheng Qiao gritted his teeth and went to catch the blade with his bare hands.
Wow—
Blood splattered, dotted on Yan''an''s side 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 the robe and cut off the meaning".
Yan An only paused for a moment, without thinking, and swung the next sword at Zheng Qiao with a more fierce momentum. When Zheng Qiao saw the half-sleeved sleeves, she described her pretty face as awkward and was covered in a deep disgust, followed by even greater anger: "Yan Xingning! It''s too much!"
I fought dozens of moves.
Zheng Qiao''s body was messy and her injuries increased. The red blood almost dyed Tu Bai''s clothes into dazzling red clothes.
As his disadvantages widened, his heart gradually turned into fear, and his chest was pounding and beating as his heart seemed to be pierced through and stopped beating in the next second. He plucked up all his strength and stabbed away quickly, looking at his posture, wanting to die with Yan''an.
This is bound to be 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 more than he expected.
The sword tip suddenly turned and swung with a feint.
But the results are not very effective.
With a snap, the sword was removed.
Zheng Qiao was repelled by a huge force, and he stepped back several steps but still couldn''t stabilize his body. He fell down the steps outside the hall. A dizzy turn accompanied by severe pain in the body, rolled dozens of times, and finally rolled down dozens of steps, and finally hit the eyes with stars.
The blood from the wound was stained on the ground.
The dizziness caused by the blood loss made him unable to support his body with both hands. His eyes were firm, he got up with bites and staggered forward step by step. He didn''t have to look back and knew that death was pressing against him step by step, like a maggot attached to his bones.
At this time, he keenly noticed that the surrounding environment had changed compared to before, as if it was covered with a layer of mist.
A sense of joy surged in my heart.
He didn''t know what method Yan An used to create this strange space, but he was certain that he could be so domineering that he would cut off Wen Xin and even the National Seal, he would have to pay an extremely heavy price, and it might even be Yan An''s own life!
This also means that this situation will not last long.
As long as the time is delayed, the winner will be decided.
“Senior Brother—”
In an instant, thousands of thoughts flashed through my mind.
Zheng Qiao ran away for a short while and staggered to the ground. He turned around and looked up and saw Yan An flying down from the height of the steps. However, after a few breaths, the other party''s appearance changed greatly.
The original three thousand black hairs were mixed with half of the gray color.
The young face has more profound ravines left by the years, and his figure is not as tall as before. What''s even more strange is that Zheng Qiao''s counterattack can only save his life and does not cause external injuries to Yan An. But there were some dazzling blood marks on the latter''s body...
Each position matches Zheng Qiao''s body.
“Senior Brother—”
Zheng Qiao leaned back with his hands on the ground.
Although he was still in a dirt at this moment, he did not damage his appearance at all, and even had a bit of broken and fragile temperament.
"You and my brothers, why are you here?"
"Why is it that!"
His eyes were clear, no different from those back then.
?Hehe, today last year, I started serializing.
??What does this mean?
??It means that Tang Mei is one year old.
Haha, I originally wanted to let Yan''an eat bento in one go today, but I overestimated myself.
??It’s very tangled.
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(This chapter ends)