Sir, this sword is a keepsake

Shen Fang touched the dry wall with his hands, passed the wall with his hands, and pressed down hard at the same time.The wall didn't move at all at first, but when he pressed a certain place, his fingertips obviously felt a depression, and at the same time, the surrounding area shook half an inch.

Shen Fang withdrew his hand and saw a gap appearing on the wall. He took a step back, and a wall was divided into two halves, shrinking to both sides in various ways.The secret door to this room was much simpler than he had hoped.He remembered that the second senior brother had casually mentioned that the doors of the Fusang Islands in the East China Sea stretched to both sides. It was not surprising that the most prosperous brothel in Luoyang had such a unique design.

A wisp of incense penetrated into his nostrils, Shen Fang raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and at the same time raised his sword eyebrows, his eyes shrank suddenly, staring at the couch directly in front of him.

The gauze curtains around the couch were pulled up, revealing a low red sandalwood table on the couch, on which a human head stood impressively.

It was the head of an old man who had just been cut off and was still foaming with blood.The hair is gray, the eyes are wide open, and the wound is smooth, so it can be placed on the case in an orderly manner.If it weren't for the bright red blood oozing from the wound, flowing along the desk like tea that had just been overturned, dripping, and soaking the bedding, it would be a peaceful decoration at a glance.

A person's head was cut off crisply and neatly, and placed in the room of Mr. Luofeng in Deyue Tower, and dozens of steps away, surrounded by erotic tunes, was a sensual and sensual person, While embracing the beauty in my arms, I lamented the shortness of the spring night.

The fishy smell permeated the incense, and the corners of Shen Fang's lips rose slightly, revealing a hint of madness.

After confirming that it was just ordinary incense, he lowered his arms, slowly turned his eyes, looked at the house, and stepped into it.He didn't know the old man, but he knew a top killer who was boldly killing people everywhere right now.

If he was afraid, he would not come.

An overly gorgeous brilliance like lightning jumped into the room and meandered over Shen Fang's eyes. In an instant, he was blind, but he felt a saber energy oscillating in front of his right hand, like On the Daigo River, like the ripples splashed by the stones thrown by Kui Niangzi, they spread in all directions.

While Shen Fang stabbed out with a sword, his eyes returned to their original state.

In the courtyard, under the bright moon at night, in an instant, all the begonias that have not yet fully opened fell to the dust.

Inside the house, crimson flowers of blood bloomed in the sword aura. The moment the swords and swords collided, they became mist. In the air, the fishy smell became stronger and a little pungent.Affected by the saber energy, the human head rolled to the ground, dragging out dirty blood and brains.

Retreating to the left side in the blood mist, there was a shallow cut in Shen Fang's lower left abdomen, and blood stains penetrated the thin shirt.He looked at the comer with his sword horizontally.

Huyan Dongliu!

Huyan Dongliu put the saber back into its sheath and stood tall.His appearance has changed quite a bit, the beard on his face has been shaved, and he looks younger, and his eyes are bright and undiminished. Obviously, he has acted very smoothly along the way.

In contrast, the expression in Shen Fang's eyes had faded, blue stubble appeared on his lips, and worry and fatigue were looming between his brows.A little downcast, needless to say.

"Why are you showing mercy?"

"I never stab anyone in the back, not to mention, brother Shen and I have no selfish enmity."

There was a cold smile on Shen Fang's lips, "Is that really the case?"

Hu Yandongliu gave him a meaningful look, "Let's fight upright, with your current body, you are not my opponent."

Shen Fang leaned against the wall, held his sword and looked at Huyan Dongliu, "I thought it would take some time to find you, but I didn't expect Brother Dongliu to be here, so I was caught off guard for a while."

"Last time you said that you wanted to see my sword skills, but you saw it just now, how about it?"

"It's amazing, I can't finish it." Shen Fang glanced at the long black knife, paused slightly, "It's a pity." After finishing speaking, his eyes fell back on the head.

Huyan Dongliu said in a flat tone: "This person's name is Yang Xuan. Twenty years ago, he was the one who beheaded my father and seventeen brothers and sisters by the Amber River. These years, he worshiped Buddha with green lanterns at the White Horse Temple, probably I want to end up with this for the rest of my life.”

"Even if you don't do it, he won't live long."

"I don't want him dead."

"It took so much trouble, killing so many people along the way, causing the world to turn upside down, making Qi Di sleepless, now, are you happy?"

In Huyan Dongliu's sharp eyes, loneliness flashed past, "Revenge is for happiness. Did you come here because you want to be happy?"

As soon as the words were finished, suddenly, the two looked at each other and smiled, as if they had been old friends who had a good understanding for many years.

Huyan Dongliu said with a smile, "Are you in a hurry to do it?"

"I still have a lot of questions." Shen Fang shook his head mockingly.

Huyan Dongliu looked as he expected, "This place is very safe, tonight may be longer than you think."

Shen Fang didn't take it seriously, "How did you know that song just now?"

"The driver is mine."

Shen Fang laughed at himself—the reason why Nangong Lingyun killed the coachman was probably because he discovered his strangeness.

"Since this is the case, Brother Dongliu knows my journey well. If you want to avenge my father for helping Qi Di 20 years ago, you can do it to me in Lianyun City. Why is it so troublesome? Wait until I come to Luoyang. You are not afraid, I will not come?"

Huyan Dongliu stared at Shen Fang for a few seconds, then grinned, "Even if I really hated Shen Yucheng, why would I attack you? Qi Di and I are not in the same category, nor are we in the same category as Su Wei. "

"Not the same kind of person?" Shen Fang squinted his eyes, his eyes were cold, and looked at the head on the ground, the smooth and complete wound, without any blemish, was exactly the same as Li Wuhen's.

"It's a pity that you underestimated Qi Di." Shen Fang looked at Huyan Dongliu mockingly, "Lu Hongyue is not dead, your plan, your companion from the Spirit Snake Marsh, told him on Wuyou Peak."

"You're right. So far, I haven't given Qi Di any surprises. In this game of chess, I always thought that I was the one who started first. Who knows, even the chessboard was prepared by him."

The words and sentences used by Huyan Dongliu were somewhat awkward and joyful. If it was in the past, Shen Fang might have a good laugh.

"The surprise attack on Cangzhou by the people from the Northern Wilderness didn't make any sense. The Daliang army's reaction was faster than the saintess predicted."

"Not to mention Yuzhou. I lost a lot of loyal subordinates, and even sacrificed my alliance with Beihuang."

"In the eyes of everyone, I just killed some people."

"However, since you have the determination to come here for Li Wuhen, you should know," he raised his right hand and placed it on his chest, "my determination, my hatred, is stronger than yours. No less than."

"Daliang's national power is booming, and it is impossible to bring it down with your own strength, and Qi Di will never give you a chance to restore the country, unless..."

Huyan Dongliu seemed to know what Shen Fang wanted to say, and smiled lightly, "However, I am not Shen Yucheng, and I don't have that kind of sword technique that is so powerful that it can defeat thousands of troops."

Hearing this, a confusion arose in Shen Fang's mind.He tentatively said, "Perhaps, you should be satisfied after killing so many people."

"No, I'm not satisfied." Huyan Dongliu blurted out, but didn't continue.

The room was silent for a while, Shen Fang said: "You know the ability of Chunqiu Nineteen, but you never thought about getting this sword manual and using it against Liang?"

"I've said it before, Qi Di and I are not the same kind of people. Twenty years ago, the protracted war left people devastated and the people were in dire straits. I know that."

Shen Fang was stunned for a moment.

Huyan Dongliu didn't continue, and said, "Su Wei's attack on you, in my opinion, was an accident, not within the plan. It was all accidents that you got trapped in the fog, and even entered the remote mountain and Wuyou peak later. .”

To Shen Fang's ears, this explanation seemed superfluous and inexplicable.

"But now that you're here, none of that matters."

"It's neither for the sword manual nor to take my life, so what exactly do you want to do when you come to Luoyang?"

"Same as you, come to kill people, but you can't kill your enemy, but I can."

Shen Fang pondered for a while, then suddenly opened his eyes wide, "You want to kill the emperor."

Hearing Shen Fang tell his deepest secret, Huyan Dongliu's expression was the same, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.Having finished speaking, Shen Fang took a step forward, pointing at Huyan Dongliu with his sword, "Use the sword."

Huyan Dongliu was a little surprised, he didn't seem to expect that Shen Fang would still attack him.Looking at Shen Fang's amber eyes, Huyan Dongliu shook his head and said softly, "I didn't kill Li Wuhen."

Shen Fang couldn't help laughing, the sword intent in his hand had been completed, and was about to draw the sword when he heard a movement from the courtyard.

It was a man's sigh, short and low.

Suddenly, Shen Fang's real heart was suddenly grasped tightly by a big hand, an indescribable shock appeared on his face, as if he had heard the most impossible thing in the world.

impossible.

This is impossible!impossible!It must be a hallucination, it must be the influence of the evil fog, it must be a wrong hearing!

But Shen Fang would never hear that voice wrong.

Is it hallucination?He looked at Huyan Dongliu, who was motionless, observing himself.

The sea of ​​qi surged, and the internal force stagnated, a string of blood beads dripped from Shen Fang's lips, and his right hand holding the sword trembled again, and the sword screamed endlessly.

Footsteps sounded outside the door, the door was gently pushed open, and Shen Fang suddenly turned his head.

He saw it.

The dead Li Wuhen, the detached Li Wuhen he had seen with his own eyes, appeared in front of him completely clean.

The eyes of a living person, with blood on the skin, the neck intact, no wound on the head...

Something like ice slag blocked Shen Fang's ears and poured into his mouth and nasal cavity, he couldn't hear anything, and couldn't speak, his heart fell into an ice cave.