Sir, this sword is a keepsake

"He knows everything... Qi Di knows everything!"

The swordsman shouted in his heart, but in the eyes of others, he just watched the swift and tall figure passing by coldly, as if he was seeing this person for the first time in his life.

He put his hand on the sword, as if trying to stop the swordsman; he didn't take half a step until the hot trace of blood slid down his handsome jaw and dripped on the ground.

But in the blink of an eye, the distance from the tip of the knife to Qi Di has been shortened by fifty steps. Huyan Dongli can see clearly the white hair on Qi Di's temples, and Qi Di can see the slightest brilliance on the knife.

Twenty years ago, he had seen the light of a knife in the south of the Yangtze River, which was far inferior to what it is today, but it made Qi Di know that he is also a human being, and people will be afraid of death.

The picture suddenly changed—no one saw where the source of the change was, the whole hall suddenly became cold, and the breath turned into white gas.

Such bone-piercing coldness can only be encountered in the middle of winter when there is heavy snow, and Huyan Dongliu feels as if he is trekking on the icy and snowy wasteland at this moment—his movements gradually become slow, and his bones cannot stop Trembling, every step he took became extremely difficult, as if he would freeze halfway at any moment.

The young swordsman gave a soft ah, and looked at the historian.

The historian is holding the black brush with a snow-white tip, pointing at Huyan Dongliu, writing and drawing in the air.

The historian stabbed suddenly, Huyan Dongliu let out a muffled groan, and saw the historian raise his pen and hooked wantonly, Huyan Dongliu's saber missed by three inches.

"High, hand."

Time seemed to slow down, but Huyan Dongliu never completely stopped. He took five steps before uttering these two words.

The water droplets on his body had completely condensed into frost at some point, every step he took would tear apart, and once the frost shattered, it would melt into water, but would quickly freeze again.

"Don't struggle, this evergreen pen has been soaked in Luoshui for a year in the cold winter, but it used three times of power to imprison all your companions, and I don't mind letting them all out for you."

Hearing the bookish historian speak slowly, Huyan Dongliu finally stopped in his tracks with just the right amount of surprise and resentment on his face.

The emperor, who was twenty steps away, looked at him thoughtfully.

"You're not like him, I'm afraid you're not the sons that Huyan dotes on in anger."

"How about the road I paved for you?"

"The day Shangyang Palace is built, you will have such a plan."

"Shadowless Bow? I didn't expect it. Fortunately, it's just right to keep the evergreen pen."

He said a lot, but Huyan Dongliu was looking at him fixedly, trying his best to point the knife point at his neck.

"Xiliang died 20 years ago, even if Huyan Nuxin is still alive, he won't think you are his successor."

Qi Di showed a sympathetic expression.

At the same time, dense footsteps sounded outside, and it seemed that more imperial guards poured into Shangyang Palace, blocking the way out.The sound of war drums sounded like a mighty army.

Suddenly, the frost on Huyan Dongliu's body completely melted.

Qi Di shook his head, regretfully said, "If you hadn't stopped just now, you might have walked in front of me."

"Soldiers never tire of cheating. The power of this evergreen pen is different from before. It is the limit to maintain half a stick of incense—"

Huyan Dongliu's face suddenly appeared in front of him.It was a ferocious face full of hatred, anger, and resentment.

It turned out that the saber energy never dissipated, it always gathered at the tip of the knife, and the tip of the knife pierced into the soft and fragile flesh——

The severe pain Qi Di imagined did not happen, the knife did not penetrate his body, and the historian stood in front of him.

Before everyone could react, the snow-white brush pierced Huyan Dongliu's chest.

The historian's eyes were wide open, and blood kept coming out of his mouth. He was about to shout to attract people from outside to come in to escort him, but he was hit by a heavy punch in the face.

Blood splattered all over the place.The historian with a bloody face held down the brush and pressed it deeply into the Huyandong fluid until the tip of the brush completely sank into the flesh and blood.

Both of them became unconscious.

Qi Di's voice rang in Huyan Dongliu's ear, "Is it cold?"

"When you are dead, I will hang your body on the city gate."

As soon as he finished speaking, as if he had sensed something, Qi Di suddenly turned his head and looked behind Huyan Dongliu.The young swordsman had arrived before the steps at some point, and was staring at him.

When did Shen Fang stop kneeling?This idea came to Qi Di's mind first.

"what are you going to do?"

The young swordsman didn't answer, but raised his sword and went forward.

……

"This sprite brother was born in the Shocking Zhetang in Shuzhou?"

The strong red-haired man tilted his head and picked out his ears, looked at Shen Yucheng, and hummed loudly.

"Why did you join Shenwu Pavilion?"

He flicked his fingers and wiped his waist, "Because of the noise."

"Noisy?" Shen Yucheng smiled, "A sect that admires firearms so much, actually thinks the world is noisy."

"That's right, there are so many people, chirping, chirping, whistling, it makes my brain hurt from the noise," he grinned, showing his white and neat teeth, "although desires are raging, when the fireworks burn out, all the noise will eventually come to an end." for peace."

"Your Excellency came to be that fire today?"

"Hey, that's right, the saint wants us to handle things cleanly. We know that the owner of the Shen village will definitely not hand over the Spring and Autumn Pavilion, so we thought of a way for you in advance to ensure your satisfaction."

"All ears."

"Master Shen's miraculous skills are world-class, one-on-one. We thought that no one was an opponent, but we played together, and it was too bullying, didn't we? Naturally, Master Shen's self-protection is not difficult, but these..."

He pouted at the corner of his mouth, pointing to the disciples of Yongxia Mountain Villa in the audience, "Once they fight, they will be jealous and anxious, but they can't hold it back."

"...How about just like this, we send out three people, and compete with Lord Shen in three rounds, and each side only uses one move in each round."

"What if I win all three games?" Shen Yucheng said indifferently.

"Hey, then send a daytime fireworks to Master Shen, and let everyone appreciate the tens of thousands of taels of silver, and it will be regarded as an apology for burning this Spring and Autumn Pavilion."

"What if I lose."

"It's simple, Master Shen let us go into the Spring and Autumn Pavilion and take everything away."

Shen Yucheng's face remained unchanged, "As expected, I am determined to win. It seems that no matter what, I can't keep the things in the Spring and Autumn Pavilion. Which one of you will go first?"

"Master Shen's sword, I'll teach you." After Yazi finished speaking, he drew out the cold knife, the tip of the knife touched the ground, piercing and sharp, and with a light twist of his wrist, the sharp knife aura immediately came out, forcing everyone to retreat ten times in a row. a few steps.

As soon as he took out the saber, his evil spirit could not be concealed, even his colleagues would not let him go.

"Fang Yuan, you have gone further than I thought on this forked road."

Yazi raised his head back, brushed the messy hair hanging from his ears, squinted his eyes indifferently, and stared at Shen Yucheng, "I'm someone who has been there, maybe after today, the indomitable and invincible Master Shen should learn from me, how Laugh at the defeat of life."

"If the Spring and Autumn Pavilion is destroyed once, how can I have a tomorrow?"

"The sage is a nostalgic person. He will never take your life."

Shen Yucheng's usually gentle and indifferent face showed a rare look of mockery.

"Master Shen, where is your sword?"

"There is no sword in your hand, and the sword is natural. I am quite curious about this knife of your Excellency. I wonder if there is a mystery of combining the sound of Gushan Qin."

The expressions of the rest of the Shenwu Pavilion changed.Except for Chi Wen who was closer to Ya Zi, the rest of the people had no private contacts with Ya Zi.They only know that he has a perverse and eccentric temper, and he is at odds with ridicule, so that he sees the sharp knife that seals his throat with blood in one hand, and his background and education are not clear.Now when I heard the words "Gushan Qinyin", I suddenly realized it.

Yazi actually has something to do with the Fang family in Gushan...

Hearing the whispering behind him, Yazi just shrugged his shoulders, raised his sharp eyebrows suddenly, raised the knife, put the blade on his chest, pressed his left hand on the blade, and closed his eyes.

Everyone waited with bated breath.

Suddenly, each finger of his left hand stretched to the extreme, trembling and dancing on the tip of the knife, but the tip of the knife did not cut his fingertips.

At the same time, a burst of zither sounds flew into everyone's ears.

The song was out of tune, intermittent, long and short, suddenly stopped and turned, it seemed that the beautiful clothes approved by the beauty were pulled off, and then cut into pieces of exquisite but still different shapes of waste cloth with a butcher's knife.

Duanyan Terrace was shrouded in such weird piano sounds.

The knife in Yazi's hand suddenly disappeared.Shen Yucheng's eyes finally moved slightly.

Countless transparent strings emerged around Shen Fang, and his exposed skin, including his neck, cheeks, back of his hands, etc., were oozing blood spots.

"Such a dense saber energy..." Jiao Tu secretly said.

It turned out that this was the truth about the speed of Yazi's saber technique.

"Is this atonement? The chaotic mountain piano score was destroyed, and you actually created such a piano knife these years..." Shen Yucheng sighed, "You have extraordinary talents in martial arts, and this Spring and Autumn Pavilion is entrusted to you. You don't intend to destroy it, but it can be used to great effect."

"Master Shen, you are wrong. Apart from serving the saint, I just want to use your sword to die here."

"..."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone's expressions changed abruptly.

"In my life, except for one person, I hate swordsmen the most. To die under the number one swordsman in the world is considered a pity. In this way, I can die without regret and live as a ghost."

"...You," the corners of Shen Yucheng's mouth twitched slightly, "you have so much resentment, what's the benefit of turning into a ghost?"

"When I was alive, I saw someone in pain, but I still couldn't kill him. It's better to be a ghost after death, haunting him day and night, never leaving him, and torturing him for the rest of his life."

Ya Zi bluntly said, but the more people listened, the more confused they became, and they all felt that this person might have some brain problems.

"So, let's use the sword."