"Master, brother?"
Zheng Qiao's eyes fell on the young man who was slowly walking towards her, with a look of surprise on her face, but a high level of vigilance in her heart. An ominous premonition pervades the chest. He thought that no one in the world could make him fearful and nervous, obviously he thought highly of himself.
Yan An went to the center of the palace.
The two brothers and sisters looked at each other at a distance of three or four feet.
An inexplicably chilling atmosphere permeated the air.
"It's rare, I can still hear you call me brother."
Zheng Qiao stabilized the anxiety in her heart.
Seriously said: "Senior brother, what are you talking about? Lips and teeth are inseparable! Even if you and my senior brother have some quarrels, it will not affect the past friendship. A senior brother is a senior brother for a day, and he will be a senior brother for the rest of his life. But, why did the senior brother come here today? "
Yan An said: "Come to kill you."
Three simple words that are not even murderous, as if they are saying "today you and I have a drink together", which once made people suspect that Yan An was joking. Zheng Qiao couldn't laugh, and his face darkened: "Kill me?"
Zheng Qiao was born very well.
That kind of handsome and feminine beauty is mixed with an amazing beauty that transcends gender, and his face has a bit of natural irony.
With such a beauty, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is unparalleled. In terms of appearance alone, there are probably not many people in the world who can fight with him. Those naturally affectionate eyes are full of inconceivable, even angry and angry are pleasing to the eye.
Zheng Qiao asked again: "Are you going to kill me?"
Followed by another question.
"Yan Xingning, are you going to kill me?"
Yan An did not answer the three questions.
Seeing his attitude, Zheng Qiao suddenly felt bored, swept away the fragility and shock of being betrayed just now, and disdain filled the corners of his eyes and brows almost gushed out. He smirked: "Senior brother, senior brother, don't you think you are too hypocritical? You are the one who said that you would come down to help me, and you were the one who said you would kill me. Why, you can change the promise you made overnight?"
Yan An said: "No, it's always the same."
As for how to be "consistent", the brothers can go to Huangquan Road and share a lot of time slowly.
Zheng Qiao raised her voice a few times: "No?"
It is vaguely sharp.
Yan An didn't answer, and pulled out his sword from his waist. Seeing this, Zheng Qiao subconsciously took a half step back—no one else, this sword is too familiar. Yan An's dead father's favorite sharp blade during his lifetime added a lot of psychological shadow to Zheng Qiao's school days , The student saw a headache.
Zheng Qiao also grabbed the sword beside the table.
There was a sound of brushing, and the sharp knife came out of its sheath.
asked again: "Where is your sword?"
Yan An said indifferently: "It's broken."
Zheng Qiao: "..."
Sword is the king of a hundred blades, which has extraordinary significance for scribes, and its importance is second only to "words". Usually, teachers or elders in the family help to prepare, and it takes a very long time from collecting high-quality forging materials to grinding them into shapes.
The deceased father regarded Zheng Qiao as his own, and knew that his status was embarrassing, so he took care of this matter. Therefore, his saber is of the same origin as Yan'an's. I hope that the two brothers and sisters can have the same relationship, support each other, and uphold the way of a gentleman.
A pair of Junzi swords have the same fate.
Zheng Qiao's sword was cut off by his own hands—because after he was insulted by the old lord of the Xin Kingdom, his classmates and friends in the past changed their friendly and refined faces, and pointed at his nose and insulted him as a deceitful lord. It's disgustingly sanctimonious.
Yan An's sword was also broken by himself, because the expectation it was given after being cast has long been distorted, it is better to destroy it. The broken sword was handed over to his wife, and she was asked to find a swordsmith in the future and recast it for their daughter.
Today, I can only bring the sword of my late father.
can say that-
Cleaned up the portal.
The cold edge of the sword flowed a death-like chill, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Zheng Qiao's throat. The cold light flickered, and the distance of three or four feet was evened out in the blink of an eye. Zheng Qiao felt the seemingly nonexistent but firm murderous intent in the air, and knew that Yan'an was determined.
He raised his sword to parry.
There was a crisp sound.
There was a huge force in his hand that forced him to step back. Arriving at the desk behind him, he decisively used his sword moves to relieve his strength, and turned around to dodge. Those naturally affectionate eyes were full of murderous intent at this moment, Zheng Qiao no longer concealed his murderous intent in front of Yan An for the first time.
urged Danfu Wenxin, but was surprised to find that there was no movement.
Quietly, as if Wen Xin never appeared.
As for the national seal, it is even gone.
"Yan Xingning, you are serious!"
Zheng Qiao couldn't help but curse.
Unable to mobilize Wenxin, unable to activate the hole card Guoxi, although the restriction is aimed at both sides - this can be proved by the lack of fluctuations in the whole body since the appearance of Yan'an - but it is also "forbidden", and Zheng Qiao is obviously at a disadvantage .
Although he has a talent for swordsmanship, his teacher has limited energy, so his swordsmanship was taught by Yan An. All these years of being pampered, racking his brains to fight other people, not drawing his sword and dancing twice a year, basically just hanging around and eating ashes.
Yan'an's swordsmanship is excellent, not to mention the hard work of practicing Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer, but these years have not fallen behind. Simply competing in swordsmanship, it is really possible to be taken away by this senior brother! Seeing that the tip of the sword was sticking up again, Zheng Qiao flipped her wrist, and the blade of the long sword touched the thrusting blade, and the blade groaned in her ears as if it was overwhelmed, and she was forced to the corner of the wall after exerting all her strength.
Yan An's hand holding the sword was terrifyingly steady.
The move is to hit the vital point directly.
However, he understands Zheng Qiao's swordsmanship, and Zheng Qiao also understands his. The shadow of the sword flickered and clanked, making the Sen Leng Jianmang look particularly strange in this space.
Although Zheng Qiao was in danger and in a terrible state of distress, his life was still alive and he couldn't die. Since he became the lord of the Geng Kingdom, he has never been in such a state of embarrassment.
Just distracted for a moment, the blade stabbed straight at his shoulder, and the blood spread out into a coquettish and dazzling red flower.
The next sword is to kill.
Zheng Qiao gritted his teeth and went to catch the blade with his bare hands.
Wow—
Blood spattered, dotted on Yan An's side face.
Tear—
This is the sound of a sword cutting through a brocade dress.
Most of the sleeves fell to the ground.
Just right, the four characters "cut the robe and judge righteousness" should be answered.
Yan An only paused for a moment, and without thinking, he swung his sword at Zheng Qiao more forcefully. When Zheng Qiao saw the half of the sleeves, his pretty face, which was described as embarrassing, was stained with disgust, followed by even greater anger: "Yan Xingning! You are too bullying!"
Dozens of tricks were fought.
Zheng Qiao's hair crown is messy, and her body has more injuries. The dark red blood almost dyes the tea white dress into a dazzling red dress.
The anger that made him fight to the death gradually turned into panic as the disadvantages expanded, and the beating heart in his chest seemed to be pierced and stop beating in the next second. He summoned up all his strength and stabbed away, looking at his posture, he wanted to die with Yan An.
This is necessarily impossible.
At the juncture of life and death, Zheng Qiao realized that he was far less open-minded than he thought, and he was more life-saving than expected.
The sword turned sharply and made a feint.
But with little success.
There was a snap, and the saber dropped from his hand.
Zheng Qiao was repulsed by a huge force, and he took a few steps backwards but still could not stabilize his figure, so he stumbled and fell down the steps outside the hall. There was a burst of dizziness accompanied by severe pain in the body. After rolling dozens of times, he finally rolled down dozens of steps, and the last hit made his eyes stare.
The blood from the wound smeared on the ground.
The dizziness caused by blood loss made him unable to support his body with his hands. His eyes were firm, and he crawled up, staggering forward step by step. He didn't need to turn his head to know that death was approaching him step by step, like maggots clinging to his bones.
At this time, he keenly noticed that the surrounding environment had changed compared with before, as if everything was covered with a thin layer of mist.
There was joy in my heart.
He doesn't know what method Yan An used to create this weird space, but he can be sure—to be so overbearing that he can cut off Wenxin and even the national seal, he must have paid a very heavy price, and it may even be Yan An's own life!
This also means that this situation will not last long.
As long as the time is over, the victory and defeat will be divided.
"Brother—"
In an instant, thousands of thoughts flashed through my mind.
Zheng Qiao escaped two steps, staggered and fell to the ground, he turned around, and when he looked up, he saw Yan An flying down from the height of the steps. In just a few breaths, the other party's appearance has undergone a great change.
Originally, half of the three thousand blue silks were mixed with gray.
The young face has many deep grooves left by the years, and the figure is not as tall and straight as before. What's even more strange is that Zheng Qiao's counterattack could only save his life, and did not cause trauma to Yan'an. But at some point, glaring bloodstains appeared on the latter's body...
Every position matches Zheng Qiao's body.
"Brother—"
Zheng Qiao stepped back with her hands on the ground.
Although he is still ashamed at the moment, his appearance is not damaged at all, and he even has a broken and fragile temperament.
"You and my brother, why are you here?"
"Why did it happen!"
His eyes are clear, no different from back then.