[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

Wangjiang Cliff is located on the main road by the river, with a towering terrain overlooking the Sanjiang Estuary. After the north wind blows, the snow falls heavily here, and it freezes immediately after the cold wind blows.

Xiao Fan and Yang Yiran waited here for a few days, and the prisoners brought back were dead and interrogated, but they did not dig out the next move of the noble spirit.The encirclement of the Dragon Slaughter Group on the cliff was either corpses or blood stains. The ice slag mixed with the thick snow reflected the blood of the slaughter field.

It was a dark and cold day, so Yang Yiran persuaded Xiao Fan to leave earlier. Xiao Fan put on his helmet and raised his Mo Dao before he took a few steps, but he heard the sound of the leisurely flute coming from far and near, low and melodious, The sound is heart-warming, like a letter of war flying from the other side of the misty snow bank, which makes people on the cliff feel terrified.

Xiao Fan stopped his pace and waited quietly, his sharp eyes swept across the direction of the Sun Moon Cliff, and finally locked on a target, only to hear the tune change, and sure enough someone spread his feathers like a black crow, stepping on lightness skills and stalking from low altitude .

"Jiang Yan, are you willing to come?" Xiao Fan opened the black iron shield, just in time to stop him from walking straight towards Yang Yiran.

Wan Hua didn't face him head-on, she rolled back and fell into the encirclement of the Dragon Slayer Group, her black satin boots stamped blood on the red and black ice, her hands were drawn into her waist, and there were already several shells lying on her side.

Xiao Fan's expression darkened, and the Mo Dao in his hand greeted him.

"Kunlun slave's low-handed tactics are easy for you to use." Jiang Yan turned his head to avoid it, and picked up the gold-plated pen to catch him, looking at him with mockery in his eyes.

"How can I not use the little trick invented by Coldwind Castle? This place is extremely boring, and you are late." Xiao Fan saw the coldness of his whole body, and hurriedly put away the Mo Dao, not wanting to fight again, "I thought You are surrounded by arrogance in Tiance, and you are decapitated."

"I'm unscathed, are you disappointed?" Jiang Yan put away his weapon and turned around, stepped on the dark and strong corpse on the ground, and walked slowly to the person standing in the center of the formation.

The Taoist priest in front of him stood in the snow with his sword in his hand, his hair was messed up and his crown was a little faded, the starry silver white Taoist robe was soaked in deep red from bottom to top, the original color could not be seen at the hem of the blue cuffs, and there was no sadness between the peaks and brows Wuxi, the blood-stained face was numb, and the pupils that had been so clear and shallow that reflected the smiling face were dimmed, and there was no light anymore.

Jiang Yan looked at his appearance steadily at this time, and saw that the blood on the saber in his hand had dried up and flashed a strange red light from time to time. Not far from the point pointed by the sword, there were mighty corpses on the ground. Covered in heavy snow, the exposed wounds were thin and thin, and they were all killed by one blow.

Those who humiliate others will always derogate the personality and bad reputation.

Mu Chenfeng is indifferent to fame and fortune, keeps himself clean, does not kill innocent people, and does not take the name of injustice. It is very difficult and very simple to make such a self-disciplined person with the unity of knowledge and action suffer. Clicking on the hand, destroying his mind first, and then humiliating his body, can make this Zichen star of the Haoqi League fall.

When Wan Hua came, those Kunlun slaves who were still alive were surrounding the Taoist priest, they didn't dare to touch him without Xiao Fan's order, they just stroked his frozen blood-stained robe with rough hands, as if It is to strip off his majestic and splendid clothes, revealing his body and mind with nothing.

But Mu Chenfeng didn't respond to this, didn't resist or even frowned, as if the enmity between Haoqi and the villain was isolated, and it didn't matter whether he was alive or not.

Jiang Yan stood in front of him, his black robe and black cloak stood like ink blobs embedded in blood, dark and colorless, making the surrounding people look at him warily, while Xiao Fan behind him waited patiently for his action , For a moment, the Wangjiang Cliff, where the dripping water turned into ice, was dead silent, only the whistling wind was left.

"Xiao Fan." Jiang Yan stood there for a long time, and suddenly broke the silence with Cang Yun behind his back, "You don't kill him, you wait for me?"

Xiao Fan felt uncomfortable when he heard his soft tone, he pondered for a while and had to say: "Why, in front of you, I, Xiao Fan, can't kill a hero?"

"You can kill him, but you dare not kill him." Jiang Yan said lightly and clearly, his voice was deep, and he paused every word, making the hearts of those who listened frightened, "If you dare not kill him, even if you commit such a crime of blasphemy , and proud of it, you still dare not kill him. You are afraid that killing him will not be worth the loss, so that this game of chess is endless, right?"

After Wan Hua finished speaking, she turned around abruptly, her dark gaze passed over Xiao Fan's shoulder, and she looked directly at the face of Yang Yiran who was standing behind him holding the piano, as if what she just said was intended for him.

Chang Ge's expression darkened, and Qing Jun's face was stained with fear for a moment, and he opened his mouth and replied, "Why did 'Yan Xiang' say that? If it wasn't for him, we would have already taken Qutang, as long as we killed Cao Yu, we would be fine. Aside from the mighty gun barrel, the villain's great worry. Now that he is imprisoned here, it will be a matter of time before he is killed."

"Did I ask you something?" Jiang Yan glanced at him, snorted in a contemptuous tone, and then quickly looked at Xiao Fan, "I see that you are still pending, so I have this question."

Yang Yiran was dumbfounded by his question, looked at Xiao Fan's upright back in fear, and had no choice but to swallow the words.

Xiao Fan snorted coldly, and then sighed: "Jiang Yan, you and I are colleagues, I don't want to fight with you. It's just that other people are here, do you really want to save him for the sake of Haoqi?"

"Who said I want to save him?" Jiang Yan rolled up his sleeves and asked in a cold voice, "Extreme Dao Demon Lord, will he save Haoqi? Even if I retreat ten thousand steps, I have thought about it, and here I am with Sun Moon Cliff, you Wolongpo and so many people from the Dragon Slayer Squad do it, isn't it stupid?"

Jiang Yan was thoughtful, and his rhetoric made it clear that he would not jump into the fire pit. Xiao Fan sighed and shook his head at the nervous Yang Yiran, then looked at Jiang Yan again, and said, "Then what are you going to do?"

Jiang Yan nodded at him politely, turned around and looked at Mu Chenfeng again, raised his sleeve to wipe off the blood on his face little by little, then raised his chin, and met his dull eyes with interest Watching: "I set up this game, and it's not your turn to end it. In the territory of the Valley of the Wicked, I can do whatever I like. It used to be, and it is now."

The people present looked at each other, but Yang Yiran understood instantly, made a series of noises with trembling fingertips, and then blurted out: "You want to kill him?!"

"What? Isn't this Yunjin's funeral cliff?" Jiang Yan looked back and smiled, the smile was completely cold and weird.

"Jiang Yan..." Xiao Fan's face changed drastically, and he said in disbelief, "You want to do it yourself?"

Otherwise, Dujun Xiao is waiting for me, what kind of play is he asking me to watch?If the 'Zi Chen Sword' that is showing awe-inspiring spirit doesn't kill him, is it to be wary of his aura's reaction, or is it someone of you who came up with the idea to save him on purpose? " Wan Hua exposed Xiao Fan mercilessly, looked around to get a full view of the excited discussion that was provoked.

Compared with the illusory majestic movement, the head in front of you is always the most alluring, and this is the "Zichen Sword". Killing him is the coveted honor of thousands of villains, and compared to it, any reason pales.

Yang Yiran's face turned blue, and finally couldn't help but stepped forward: "Jiang Yan! I did everything, don't embarrass the governor!" As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yan's hand caught his neck unexpectedly.

"My Huajian is extremely skilled in mind and art. Whether you don't ask or know each other, you will only die." Jiang Yan rarely taught people viciously, but these few words were a fierce warning, and he readily stopped and pushed Xiao Fan away. The handle of the knife came over, "I never made things difficult for Governor Xiao, and I don't want to give him the credit for the murder, that's all."

"Madman, do you really want to kill Mu Chenfeng?" Seeing him driving himself to a dead end, Xiao Fan was inexplicable, and turned the Mo Dao in his hand to separate him from the Taoist priest, "Why don't you hand him over to Ling Feng?" I will not intervene any longer. However, there is no need to argue with a majestic head."

Jiang Yan got this step, only intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Yang Yiran, who was pale, and immediately jumped, picked up the Taoist priest from mid-air, turned around and retreated to the edge of the cliff.

"He is a hero, but I still don't intend to give up this head." Wan Hua clasped Mu Chenfeng's icy neck, and said bluntly to the villain who rushed over from a distance, "It's just that you don't understand him and look down on him. He is arrogant but freer than anyone else. There are hypocrites around him acting like demons, but his morality is spotless and unwavering. He could have killed me countless times, but he didn’t. As long as I don’t admit it, he won’t go to court. I swung my sword. Now I admit that only he can kill me. His life will also be taken by me, and you are absolutely not qualified."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly suppressed his voice, and said to the nearest Xiao Fan in an inaudible voice: "The back of Zizai Xiaoyao is often covered with blood. If you don't have the consciousness to go to hell, how can you be a villain?"

"Shut up!" Xiao Fan listened to his words getting softer, looked at his almost crazy smile, he was not in a good mood, fearing that there would be another accident, he threw the shield without thinking, just thinking about opening people up.

Unexpectedly, Wan Hua skillfully dodged it, a knife flashed in his sleeve, and he was gripping a fine steel dagger that seemed to have been tempered. The hand knife swung up and down as fast as lightning, cutting the puppet-like person directly off the cliff.

The flying shield made a circle and returned, passing Wan Hua's vest and cutting a few strands of long hair.Xiao Fan quickly picked up the shield with quick eyes and hands, and hurried to the edge of the cliff to take a look, only to see Mu Chenfeng's figure quickly falling into the snow mist, the air was filled with the smell of fresh blood, and a string of blood beads dripped impressively in the snow on the edge of the cliff .

The expression on Jiang Yan's face was not loose or unbearable from the beginning to the end. Yang Yiran's fingers holding the strings of the piano were not loose. He had slowly taken off the dirty gloves and threw them on the ground, walking past him with ease.

"Next time you deal with my Xingyi disciple, why not be smarter?"

It was a sarcasm and a confession, Jiang Yan threw down this sentence and showed his lightness, and left without turning back in the eyes of everyone.

Yang Yiran stood there dumbfounded, with only the shock on his face and the horror in his heart, it took him a while to hear Xiao Fan come to him, patted him on the shoulder and said: "He just entered the Valley of the Wicked and killed a few spies. He also suppressed a lot of commanders, and a single 'word' is worth more than the two of you and me combined. And he is indeed a 'lunatic', killing Mu Chenfeng's name, don't worry about it."

"Overlord..." Yang Yiran stared intently at the gloves that fell on the ground, and murmured, "I didn't expect him to be so cold-blooded, he..."

"Forget it, what can I do to him?" Xiao Fan interrupted him, and immediately withdrew his hand.

"He is good at playing with people and applauding. With him, you will always be a warlord." Yang Yiran gritted his teeth.

Xiao Fan stopped the steps he was taking, and immediately sighed, "You don't have to do this for me."

"Everyone in the rivers and lakes chased me because I killed my master, and no one listened to my defense and no one forgiven me. You save me and trust me, that's enough." Yang Yiran suddenly raised her head and looked into his sharp eyes, Solemnly worshiped, "I ask the governor to leave me alone and be at ease."

Xiao Fan was shaken all over, seeing that he bowed politely and was extremely resolute, opened his mouth but had nothing to say, stared at the flower pin on his hair for a long time, then shook his head sadly: "Yang Yiran, Jiang Yan never puts others in front of him." In his eyes, it's because no one can give him what he wants. He looks like he wants life and death, but he really asks for nothing, so he can do anything." He sighed a long time, attracting the left and right, "Go and track down the words" '."

"The warlord wants to guard against him?" Yang Yiran got up slightly surprised.

"I don't want to be buried with a lunatic." Xiao Fan said ruthlessly.

The author has something to say: True · Stabbing the knife chapter

As long as Brother Hua doesn't want to, he won't fall for anything