"Shi, Senior Brother?"
Zheng Qiao's eyes fell on the young man who was walking slowly towards him. He looked surprised, but he was highly alert in his heart. An ominous premonition filled his chest. He thought that no one in the world could make him afraid and nervous. Obviously, he overestimated himself.
Yan An walked to the center of the palace.
The two brothers looked at each other from a distance of three or four feet.
An inexplicably solemn and murderous atmosphere spread.
"It's rare to hear you call me senior brother."
Zheng Qiao calmed his inner anxiety.
He said sternly, "Brother, what are you talking about? We are close friends and we can also quarrel with each other! Even if we have some disagreements, it will not affect our friendship. Brother, once you are my brother, you will always be my brother. But why are you here today?"
Yan An said: "I'm here to kill you."
These three simple words without any murderous intention seemed to say "Let's drink a cup together today", which made people suspect that Yan An was here to make people laugh. Zheng Qiao, on the other hand, could not laugh. He frowned and said, "Kill me?"
Zheng Qiao was born with excellent looks.
That kind of handsomeness, femininity, and astonishing beauty that transcends gender, with a natural hint of sarcasm and harshness in his face.
Such a beauty, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is "unparalleled in beauty". In terms of appearance alone, there are probably few people in the world who can compete with her. Her natural and affectionate eyes are full of wonder, and even anger and rage are pleasing to the eye.
Zheng Qiao asked again: "Are you going to kill me?"
Then he asked again.
"Yan Xingning, are you going to kill me?"
Yan An did not answer the three questions.
Zheng Qiao felt bored when he saw his attitude. He swept away the vulnerability and shock of being betrayed. His eyes and eyebrows were filled with disdain. He sneered, "Brother, don't you think you are too hypocritical? You said you would come down the mountain to assist me, and you said you would kill me. How can you change your promise overnight?"
Yan An said: "No, it has always been the same."
As for how to be "consistent", they brothers can go to the underworld and have plenty of time to figure it out.
Zheng Qiao raised his voice a few degrees: "No?"
There is also a hint of sharpness.
Yan An did not answer but drew his sword from his waist. Zheng Qiao subconsciously took a half step back when he saw this - it was because the sword looked too familiar. It was the favorite blade of Yan An's late father. It had cast a lot of psychological shadows on Zheng Qiao's school days and gave the student a headache when he saw it.
Zheng Qiao also grabbed the sword beside the table.
With a swish, the sharp blade was unsheathed.
Then he asked, "Where is your sword?"
Yan An said indifferently: "It's broken."
Zheng Qiao: “…”
The sword is the king of all blades and has extraordinary significance for scholars, second only to "words". It is usually prepared by teachers or elders in the family. It takes a very long time from collecting the best forging materials to polishing it into shape.
The late father treated Zheng Qiao as his own son and knew his awkward status, so he took care of the matter. Therefore, his sword and Yan An's sword are from the same source and forge. I hope that these two brothers can have a consistent relationship, support each other, and act like gentlemen.
A pair of gentleman swords had the same fate.
He cut off Zheng Qiao's sword with his own hands - because after he was insulted by the old king of Xin State, his former classmates and friends changed their friendly and elegant faces and pointed at his nose and insulted him as a traitor. His hypocrisy was disgusting.
Yan An's sword was also broken by his own hands, because the expectations given to it when it was forged had already been distorted, so it was better to destroy it. He gave the broken sword to his wife and asked her to find a swordsmith in the future to reforge it and pass it on to their daughter.
Today I can only bring my late father’s sword.
It can be regarded as—
It’s time to clean up the house.
The cold sword tip was pointed at Zheng Qiao's throat. The cold light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, the distance between them was shortened by three or four feet. Zheng Qiao felt the murderous aura in the air that was as firm as a rock, and knew that Yan An was determined.
He raised his sword to parry.
There was a crisp sound.
A huge force came from his hand, forcing him to retreat. When he hit the table behind him, he decisively used his sword to dissipate the force and turned to dodge. His naturally affectionate eyes were now filled with murderous intent. For the first time, Zheng Qiao did not hide his murderous intentions in front of Yan An.
Wen Xin activated the Danfu but was surprised to find that there was no movement.
It was so quiet, as if Wen Xin had never appeared.
As for the national seal, it has disappeared completely.
"Yan Xingning, I'm serious!"
Zheng Qiao couldn't hold back and started cursing.
This situation, combined with the abnormally quiet atmosphere in the hall, made him certain that this space was no longer in the real world.
He was unable to call upon his literary mind, and was unable to activate his trump card, the national seal. Although the restriction was imposed on both sides - as evidenced by the fact that there had been no fluctuations in literary energy around Yan An since his appearance - but as both were "forbidden", Zheng Qiao was clearly at a greater disadvantage.
Although he had a talent for swordsmanship, his teacher's energy was limited, so his swordsmanship was taught by Yan An. He had been pampered for these years, racking his brains to fight with others, and he didn't draw his sword twice a year, basically just hanging around and eating dust.
Yan An's swordsmanship is excellent. Although he has been training hard in winter and summer, he has not fallen behind in recent years. If we just compete in swordsmanship, he might be defeated by this senior brother! Seeing the tip of the sword sticking to him again, Zheng Qiao turned his wrist and the long sword hit the stabbing blade. He heard the groan of the sword body as if it could not bear the heavy burden, and then he was forced into the corner due to lack of strength.
Yan An's hand holding the sword was terrifyingly steady.
The attack is to directly hit the vital point.
However, he knew Zheng Qiao's swordsmanship, and Zheng Qiao also knew his. The sword shadow flickered, clanged, and the cold sword light seemed particularly strange in this space.
Although Zheng Qiao was in danger and in a very embarrassing situation, he was still alive and could not die. Since he became the ruler of Geng State, he has never been in such an embarrassing moment again.
He was distracted for a moment, and the sword blade pierced his shoulder, and the blood spread out into a seductive and dazzling red flower.
The next sword will be fatal.
Zheng Qiao gritted his teeth and tried to catch the sword with his bare hands.
Wow!
Blood splattered, dotted Yan An's face.
tear-
This is the sound of a sword cutting through a brocade dress.
Most of the sleeve fell to the ground.
It just happens, which fits the saying "cut the robe and sever the ties of friendship".
Yan An paused for only a moment, and without thinking, he swung his sword at Zheng Qiao with even more force. When Zheng Qiao saw the half sleeve, her embarrassed face was filled with disgust, followed by even greater anger: "Yan Xingning! You are going too far!"
They fought for dozens of moves.
Zheng Qiao's hair was disheveled, and his body was covered with wounds. The deep red blood almost dyed his white clothes into a glaring red.
The anger that made him fight to the death gradually turned into fear as the disadvantage widened. His heart, which was beating in his chest, seemed to be pierced and stopped beating in the next second. He gathered all his strength and stabbed forward, intending to die with Yan An.
This is certainly impossible.
At the critical moment of life and death, Zheng Qiao was shocked to realize that he was not as open-minded as he thought, and he cherished his life more than expected.
The sword suddenly turned and made a feint.
But the effect was not great.
With a snap, the sword slipped out of his hand.
Zheng Qiao was knocked back by the huge force. He took several steps back but still couldn't stabilize his body. He slipped and fell down the steps outside the hall. He felt dizzy and his body was in great pain. He rolled dozens of times and finally rolled down dozens of steps. The last blow made him see stars.
The blood from the wound spread on the ground.
The dizziness caused by blood loss made his hands unable to support his body. He looked determined, bit his teeth and crawled up, stumbling forward step by step. He didn't need to look back to know that death was approaching him step by step, like a maggot attached to his bones.
At this moment, he keenly noticed that the surrounding environment had changed compared to before, as if it was all covered with a layer of mist.
A feeling of joy welled up in my heart.
He didn't know what method Yan An used to create this strange space, but he was sure that to be so domineering as to cut off Wen Xin and even the national seal, he must have paid a very heavy price, maybe even Yan An's own life!
This also means that this situation will not last long.
As long as the time is up, the winner will be decided.
"Brother—"
In an instant, thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind.
Zheng Qiao took only two steps to escape before stumbling to the ground. He turned around and looked up to see Yan An flying down from the top of the stairs. In just a few breaths, the other person's appearance had changed drastically.
The original three thousand strands of black hair were mixed with half gray.
The young face has deep wrinkles left by the years, and the body is not as straight as before. What's even more strange is that Zheng Qiao's counterattack can only save his life and did not cause any external injuries to Yan An. But the latter's body has glaring bloodstains on it...
Every position matches Zheng Qiao's body.
"Brother—"
Zheng Qiao backed away using his hands to support himself.
Although he was still covered in dust and dirt, it did not damage his appearance at all, and even made him look more broken and fragile.
"You and I are brothers, why do we have to do this?"
"Why is it so?"
His eyes were clear, just like they were back then.
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