My brother is so strong, I am also disappointed

The heads of various factions, people from all corners of the country, and the cheers for them that appeared here made it hard for Song Mingguang to ride a tiger. He fixedly looked at the thousand-fold lock in Xia Yu's hand, pondered for a long time before he said, "You have worked so hard all these years , really just want to fight with me?"

"Not everyone will be as calculating as you are, and not everyone will be deceived by your seemingly righteous words, willing to keep silent under your pressure!" Elder Yan said, "How much have you done? Shameful things, how many innocent people have been killed, the way of heaven is reincarnated, you and I are all blood debts, from now on we don't care about life and death, do you still want to have a good death?"

"It's rare, it's rare, you can still have such a young mind at such a young age." Song Mingguang smiled without any real emotion, "But if I don't want to fight with you, then the child in my hand, you To save or to kill?"

I knew that such a situation would happen a long time ago, but now I am indifferent.

Just like a powerful monk fighting to the death with his opponent in a thunder disaster, he always accidentally injures some trees on the hills and harms the world unintentionally.What else can a mortal like me, who happens to be involved in a fight between gods and gods, do to count the merits I have accumulated in my short life, and hope that God will show mercy and not be struck by the magic of heavenly thunder?

"The Xia family has written and wielded swords, and there has never been a single person in the past hundred years who was greedy for life and afraid of death!" Elder Yan also chose a dead end for me without hesitation.

Song Mingguang looked at me again: "Are you afraid of death?"

I asked back: "I stole the Hongyan pen and gave it to you. Besides you, who else will protect me?"

Elder Yan has made up his mind, he has devoted himself to planning for decades, and set up a trap with the book of Hongyan, all he wants is to have a straight fight with the enemy, if he wins, he will get revenge, if he loses, he will die.

Song Mingguang was right in front of him, and Elder Yan was filled with a strong killing intent.Maybe Elder Yan doesn't care much about the reputations of Hong Yanshu and Song Mingguang now. After all, the names of the dead are given by the living.

But why is Song Mingguang unwilling to fight?

Yan Shi, who was squatting on the stone wall, suddenly shouted: "Will you fight or not! As the head of Hongyan's book, you are still struggling! You really look like an old woman!"

If I were Song Mingguang, I would definitely be the first to kill him.

Song Mingguang was surrounded by the discussions that Yan Shi aroused, and he had to make a choice at this moment. He let go of the silver spider silk in his hand, and the hand on my shoulder suddenly pushed me away. out.

I was thrown to the foot of Chapter 2 by him, and when I looked up again, Song Mingguang and Elder Yan had each made a dozen moves.

After Elder Yan left the Nine Mountains School, he devoted himself to practicing in the mountains. The new sword technique he created was called "Snow Mountain". This was what Yan Shi told me in the prison of Jinmeitan.Elder Yan himself never mentioned his martial arts to me. When he talked to me, he always asked me how I ate and how I slept.And except for the majestic appearance when he frightened his sons in the conference hall, he seemed quite casual the rest of the time, never emphasizing rules, so that I hardly understood why the Yan brothers were so respectful of their father.

Until today I saw Elder Yan's knife with my own eyes.

His knife is heavy, as its name suggests, with the weight of the mountain and the chill of the snow.Every move is carried with great momentum, but the cold air condensed on the blade is not as violent as Xia Yu's sword, but more like the ancient ice covering the rocks above our heads, living with the mountain Coexistence, the coldness between heaven and earth is deposited all the time, but it has never had a chance to melt.

Perhaps it is precisely because such a knife is formed by the hatred in the heart, it is extraordinarily fierce and swift, merciless, and wipes out all vitality.

Song Mingguang didn't show his weakness under the blade of Elder Yan, and the agitation brought about by the internal force in his body was also thick. The invisible barrier seemed illusory, but it was difficult to break through.

He is definitely not blindly defending, at least occasionally people can catch the flash of silver spider silk through the dancing flames around here.The silver spider thread between Song Mingguang's fingers was bound by internal force and shuttled and stabbed between the two. Sometimes it was ejected by the mechanism and then retracted, and sometimes it danced rapidly along the wind, like a poisonous snake looking for the fatal point of its prey.

The snow-capped mountains and the waves are entangled endlessly, the light of the knife and the silver thread are flashing in turn, sometimes intersecting, sometimes separating, and sometimes stepping out roundabouts with body shape and footwork, switching forward and backward, attacking and defending.

The wind whistled, the knives clanked, the snow couldn't hold back the wind, and the waves couldn't beat the mountains. Both sides still had strength and no flaws.

With my eyesight, I can only see the outer image, which is already thrilling, but this kind of martial arts realm is fascinating.

It's no wonder that cheat books and magical weapons have always been things that warriors have been vying for at any cost. Those masters who came here may also firmly believe that there are such treasures in the Thousand Locks.And this kind of master duel may never be seen again in a lifetime, no matter what one's cultivation level is, watching this match will definitely benefit you.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were caught by the fighting situation, and their moods fluctuated with the moves of the two, and the exclamations seemed to come and go one after another, so there was no time to be distracted.

No one can intervene in the battle between the two elders, no matter what the result is, they can only accept it.

I don't know if Elder Yan has thought about if he loses, will he arrange a way out for others, what will happen to the situation here after they decide the winner, and what will they do then?

Originally, these were things I could do nothing about, and I should have waited quietly for a result, but I saw Yan Jiu standing next to Chapter 2, staring nervously at the two people who were fighting for their lives, with a big bean hanging on his forehead. cold sweat.

I watched him silently for a while, and he didn't notice me looking at him at all, nor did anyone else.

I was thrown aside by Song Mingguang just now, and before I got up in time, I went to watch their gods fight. Others were also attracted by them, and they didn't remember to help me. I still fell to the ground at this moment, and no one paid attention to me.

What a godsend.

I quietly reached out and took off the silver spider thread that was still hanging around my neck, and wrapped this thread around my two hands a few times, leaving a section in the middle.

Then I stood up, although the movement was very slow, it caused Chapter 2 to look back at me. I covered my left arm with my right hand and sighed softly. He probably thought I was not a threat, so he ignored me and continued to watch the battle intently. .

I moved back little by little and approached Yan Jiu.

He is good at acupuncture points, but his martial arts are actually not that good, and he doesn't have a saber on his body.

I am standing behind him right now, slowly raising my hands and putting them on my chest. As long as I don’t get noticed, I will wrap his neck with the silver spider silk like this, and then pull it to both sides, using the silver spider silk His tenacity, even if I am not strong enough to cut through his bones, it will be no problem to cut through the blood vessels and throat under the skin!

He will die in my hand!