ten steps one kill

After all, he has been away from Yingzhou Island for ten years, and he can't remember the last time he heard the bell on the island.

Just ring it, and the masked man will arrive?

As long as he knocked it, would the old and new grievances intertwined in his life end?

He looked around, but he didn't see the hammer. He didn't know whether it was taken away by the night watchman or lost in the wind and rain one day.He looked around, but couldn't find a usable weapon, so he could only untie the bag behind him.

The so-called luggage is just a piece of rags picked up, and the heart of Mo Xiejian is scrawled, without the scabbard to cover it. The sharpness of the famous ancient sword is dazzling. Qian Fan thought in his heart, the sufferings An Guangsha suffered, the blood shed by many people, and the lives they sacrificed were all for such a sword.On the way here, he also hated the heavy objects behind him. However, when the flawless light jumped into his eyes, those simple and naive thoughts burst like bubbles.

How can the sword know good and evil?Its sharp blade is just a mirror, reflecting the appearance of the human heart.

He held the sword in his hand and raised it high with the strength of his shoulders and arms. The solid weight made him regain some sense of being alive.

The blade was too thin, so he turned his wrist and struck the bell with the scabbard.

"stop!"

A person stood in front of him, resisting the move he was about to make with only one hand, slowly released the strength from his arm, and pushed him back a step.

The man stopped in front of him, only a short distance away from him.

He froze in place, as if he still didn't understand why he was easily stopped, but he quickly figured it out, the reason couldn't be simpler, because half of his martial arts were acquired under the nose of this person.

Yan Qianfan's expression was blank, until An Guangsha suddenly approached, and his attack was a fierce offensive, aiming directly at the thing in his hand.Relying on instinct, he dodged while receiving the moves. After a few moves, his spine was already attached to the cold wall.

The attic window was not far from him, he glanced out of the corner of his eye, and vaguely saw the firelight downstairs jumping on the window edge.Probably in order to better transmit light and sound, the window is set high and long, open and wide, like a picture frame, framing the precipitous mountain and sea scenery outside the window.

The night adds a bit of gloom to the picture scroll. The walls of the tower are steep and unsupported. The bottom of the tower is a rocky coast.

He withdrew his gaze, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Brother An, if you go any further, I'm afraid I'll have to jump down."

His joking tone did not touch the other party, An Guangsha stopped and stood there looking at him with a look of fury on his face.

He also stared blankly at An Guangsha, who was born with a straight face, thick brows and eyes, and even the angry look on his face was more distinct than ordinary people.Yan Qianfan concentrated his attention, trying to find the familiar expression on this face, but ended in failure.

Reunited three times in one day, An Guangsha has become a stranger.Thinking of this, the wound on Yan Qianfan's left eye felt a dull pain.

An Guangsha said in a cold voice: "Hand over the Mo Xie sword."

Yan Qianfan shook his head, and replied simply: "No, even if you come to grab it yourself, I can't hand it over to you."

"Bastard!" An Guangsha frowned deeply, and the anger in his brows was even more intense.

Yan Qianfan straightened his shoulders and said, "You are right, I am indeed a bastard. Whatever you scold, I will not change my mind."

He felt the gaze on the other side froze, like a cold arrow falling on him.

The eyes of the two met, Yan Qianfan's injured eye was randomly wrapped with cotton gauze, and the other eye was half covered by messy hair, cold sweat condensed on the eyebrows, dripping down the hair, and the light in the eyes also drifted with the line of sight And flickering.In contrast, An Guangsha's eyes are extremely cold, without a trace of warmth in his eyes, like the snow on the top of Xiling Mountain that does not melt all year round.

Yan Qianfan suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, showing a faint smile, and said, "Brother An, you are finally willing to look me in the eye."

An Guangsha was stunned for a moment, and immediately looked away, saying: "I don't want to see you at all, hand me the sword, and then go back to Yan's house."

Yan Qianfan still shook his head, but there was bitterness in his smile.

He really didn't understand why he and the person on the opposite side took different paths.

Ten years ago, Yan Qianfan was not like this. Ten years ago, he regarded every word of An Guangsha as his standard, and the whole Xiling village knew that he was the number one believer of An Guangsha.People in Xiling Village are vigorous and competitive, even teenage children are no exception. Most of the boys in the village value face more than the sky, and they wish to overwhelm their peers everywhere, so they are very close to each other. It is difficult to become close, and even biological brothers have to fight each other with swords to distinguish who is superior.Only Yan Qianfan was an exception, he followed An Guangsha around like a follower, without hiding his admiration, even if he was ridiculed, he just laughed it off, like a fool.

At an age when fire and water should be incompatible, they are like glue, inseparable all day long.

At an age when life and death should go hand in hand, they stand at both ends of the edge.

An Guangsha's spear pointed at Yan Qianfan's nose, forcing the latter to raise his sword, but the hand holding the sword couldn't help shaking.An Guangsha glanced hastily, and said in a sentence-like tone: "With your current appearance, you are not my opponent at all."

Yan Qianfan couldn't help backing down, like a snail whose tentacles were poked by the tip of a gun, his shoulders tightened involuntarily, but he quickly raised his head again and said: "You are right, I can't win you, but if I risk my life To deal with you, at least the bell can be rung."

An Guangsha frowned and said, "Why do you insist on ringing this bell?"

Yan Qianfan said: "I just want to hear its sound. I have been away for many years, and I miss it very much. If I can't hear the bell, I will not sleep well."

"Nonsense." An Guangsha showed an impatient expression.

"I want you to live."

Yan Qianfan answered briefly, his voice was very soft, easily overwhelmed by the wind pouring into the window.

An Guangsha nodded slightly, his face was so gloomy, and his words were merciless. When he lowered his head, his cheeks were buried in the shadows, and the expression on his face was hard to distinguish.

Yan Qianfan looked intently, trying to identify clues from the blurred field of vision, but An Guangsha raised his head and asked coldly, "What does my life and death have to do with you?"

After a moment of silence, Yan Qianfan replied: "It doesn't matter, but I must ring this bell. If you insist on obstructing me, then don't waste your words, just do it."

He raised the corner of his mouth, a smile that only a gambler would have appeared on his tired face, and there was a bit of arrogance in his laziness.

There may be people in the world who plan strategies and advance and retreat calmly, but he has never been one of them.His only ability is to bet all his chips on the gambling table without reservation.

An Guangsha finally made a move.

The spear danced, dominating the surrounding space with ease.

Yan Qianfan responded with all his strength, the tip of the silver spear swayed past his vision countless times, the trajectory was light and erratic, with one eye, it was extremely difficult to distinguish the height from the distance.An Guangsha seemed to have seen through his weakness a long time ago, and used a gust of wind and rain to overwhelm him.

The sharpness of the silver spear turned into many shadows, like stars in the sky, entangled his hands and feet.He raised his sword to block it, but Mo Xiejian was always a beat slower, unable to catch up with the opponent's speed.He almost forgot that An Guangsha was the winner of the martial arts competition, a winner admired and envied by everyone. Although there was no applause from the audience here, and the stone tower attic was much narrower than the arena, An Guangsha's moves did not. Little delay.

Regardless of wind and rain, regardless of good times and bad times, this man's skills are always upright and upright, and his edge is always solitary and sharp.

Yan Qianfan stared at An Guangsha's figure time and time again in the light and shadow of the guns and swords. In his eyes, the opponent's every move seemed to become extremely slow and clear, as if deliberately prolonging the beat, distinct and real .He thought, this is the result of staring at him for about ten years. Even though the other person has become a life-and-death enemy, he still loves the figure in front of him wishfully and hopelessly, just like when he was a child.

He also learned the superb spear skills taught by this man, regardless of cold or heat.

He also stood beside this person, crossed the wind and snow, and looked at the rivers and mountains together.

The past ten years have been the brightest time in Yan Qianfan's life.Although they are not a gift from God, let alone a reward from fate, they are just the cause and effect of a wrong move by the parents, a wrong bet of money, and a blunder.Now that the glory of Xiling Village is gone, the covenant with Zhujian Village has also been turned into a piece of scrap paper. Yan Yuehua even said that forming an alliance with Xiling Village was the most stupid decision his father had ever made.

The word "stupid" wasted ten years of his youth.

He should have resentment in his heart, and he should have regretted it, but when he looked at An Guangsha's figure, he felt very happy, as if all the regrets disappeared in front of this person.

His physical strength was finally exhausted, and he panted in embarrassment during the retreat, and whispered: "Brother An, your Xiling spear skills, I can't match it no matter what..."

An Guangsha was stunned by these words.

The silver spear flew towards Yan Qianfan's forehead, it was supposed to be a winning move, but it missed half an inch and hit the void.

An Guangsha frowned, his face sullen, he raised his spear again, and a flying swallow hit the opponent's eyebrows.

However, the tip of the gun hovered near the tip of the nose, unable to take half a step forward, leaving only a slight chill.

"Bastard!" An Guangsha whispered.It was clearly reprimanding the opponent, but it sounded like he was blaming himself.

Yan Qianfan was stunned, he saw the startled look on An Guangsha's face, and also saw the strangeness in the opponent's moves, he thought, could it be because of the poisonous poison in his body, the poison was already deep, and he would block the energy when it attacked, Can't use the original skill.

He felt even more uncomfortable in his heart, and immediately raised his sword and drove straight in.

He turned all the pain and unwillingness into strength, poured it into the heart of the sword, and tore open the opponent's fragile defense with the momentum of riding the wind and waves, and a long rainbow penetrating the sun.

The bell rang.

Shocked by the sound of the bell, Yan Qianfan was stunned for a moment, and raised his head blankly.

The copper-cast bell is like a living creature with spirituality, humming from the round inner cavity, low and loud, echoing around him, deafening.

His wrists were faintly numb, which was the result of excessive force. The clock body swung wildly above his head, as if it was about to jump out of the window.The sound of the bell kept hitting the ears, and the texture of the sound was as regular and clear as the shape of the bell body, without any extra noise.

He felt dazed for a while, he had just tried his best, and he had no other thoughts in his mind, the only remaining thought was to knock on this huge monster.When he really broke through An Guangsha's barrier and successfully achieved his goal, surprise came to his mind.

The purer something is, the more amazing power it contains.As the bell sounds, so does the heart.

The attic is cramped and old, but the sound of the bell is majestic and magnificent. Even the air is turbulent, like waves on the shore, pushing up layers upon layers, rolling out high waves in the rolling and roaring, and smashing into the water heavily. Shattered to pieces, but also loudly proclaim their existence between heaven and earth.

Something in Yan Qianfan's chest vibrated together, injecting more strength into his exhausted body, supporting him to stand firmly on the ground.

He had just gained a firm footing, and hurried towards An Guangsha.The latter looked flustered, as if he had given up trying to compete with him, and of course he had no interest in admiring the bell.Just standing in the messy shadows, raising his neck, like Yu Gong looking at the mountain in front of the door, and He Bo looking at the vast ocean in the distance.

The fire light jumped in his hair, and then, An Guangsha kept his head up and stretched out his arms towards the wildly swinging clock.

Yan Qianfan immediately understood his intention - he wanted to stop the bell, even if he was injured.This person will never give up easily or change his mind easily. Yan Qianfan has been chasing after him for ten years and knows him very well.Even if there is a high mountain or a vast ocean in front of him, he will still rush in without changing his face.

"Brother An, I'm sorry." Yan Qianfan whispered, walked quickly to his side, raised his palm, and hit him on the back of the neck.

An Guangsha staggered a few steps and fell to the ground in a daze, with a look of resignation still on his face.Yan Qianfan didn't look much, just raised his head and jumped up - this time he was facing the completely opposite direction.

He stepped on the wall, stepped on the window sill, and the flying shadows overlapped with the swinging clock, getting closer and then separated.

The body of the clock passed by in the air, and the next moment, a sly shadow turned over the wooden beam where the bell was hung.

He stood above the beams and pillars.At the foot is the hanging wire that fixes the bell.This hanging wire is not an ordinary hemp rope, but a strong iron chain.However, the famous ancient sword cuts iron like mud.Not to mention iron chains, even rocks, gold jade, and stars, he would split them with one sword.

For ten years, he followed An Guangsha's footsteps, and he had already acquired the other's habits.An Guangsha didn't want to admit defeat, and he wouldn't give up either.

The firelight leaked into the room from below, and his shadow was reflected on the deep arched roof. The outline was elongated several times by the halo, showing unprecedented tallness and straightness.

He saw the timing, raised Mo Xie sword, and tried his best to cut it down.

The iron chain made a sharp sound, and the fragments flew in all directions, hitting the stone wall, bursting out sparks, the huge clock body lost its support, and fell in response to the sound, making a low and long muffled sound.Even the ground trembled for a long time.

The dust and hustle and bustle in the attic, ashes and smoke blurred Yan Qianfan's vision.In an instant, he seemed to see the person standing below wake up from a coma and look at him with wide eyes.

However, that look of panic was quickly covered by the cold copperware.

The surroundings became quiet, and after a burst of earth-shattering upheavals, the sudden silence seemed eerie.

Yan Qianfan looked at the hanging clock at his feet, as if he couldn't believe that he actually covered An Guangsha inside.

At the bottom of his feet, the lighthouse was blazing, and the night was lit by the fire that climbed step by step, and the flame jumped on the empty window edge, and also jumped on the sea farther away.There seems to be a golden dragon hidden in the dark sea, and the fragments of stars are crushed in it, shining brightly. Under its brilliance, even the Milky Way in the sky is overshadowed.

The firelight also sprinkled on the bell, coating the surface of the simple copper with a smart shell.The thick metal isolates the internal sound, no matter it is knocked or shouted, there is no trace exposed. Yan Qianfan stared blankly at the deep grooves on its surface, guessing its thickness, he thought, it must be very cold inside, a ray of light No, but An Guangsha was kept in the dark, which must have been very uncomfortable.

He couldn't wait even more in his heart.

The sword scabbard brought by An Guangsha fell beside the bell jar, Yan Qianfan jumped down, picked up the scabbard, held it with his palm, wiped off the dust on the surface, and then put the heart of the sword into the sheath.

Jian Tan made a ding, like the afterglow of a bell, and the famous sword was restored to its integrity in his hand, still extremely beautiful, which made people sigh.

He looked down at Mo Xiejian, feeling a little lucky in his heart.Throughout the ages, how many people have risked their lives to fight for this sword.But he, Yan Qianfan, doesn't need it. He doesn't want the rights, power, and glory in the rivers and lakes. He just wants to live alone. He wants his dreams to never go out. Truly pure light.

He looked at the distant night sky with dry eyes, and urged in his heart: "Come, come quickly."

The person he was waiting for finally came.

A gust of wind blew by, the man seemed to emerge from the vain night sky, his footsteps were as light as nothing, and he appeared in front of him without warning.

The mask of green skin and fangs is extremely ferocious, and the person under the mask is wearing a deep black coir raincoat, but the silhouette of the shoulders and back is faintly revealed. With every breath, the deep foundation of internal strength is undoubtedly revealed.

This man is undoubtedly a master of martial arts, and he has no intention of concealing his ability at all. On the contrary, he stands opposite Yan Qianfan in an aggressive posture, his eyes are hidden in the deep shadow cast by the mask, making it impossible for people to recognize him at all. look.

His stiff face made him look even more gloomy.

Yan Qianfan raised the object in his hand: "I brought the Mo Xie Sword you wanted."

"Who are you?" The green-faced man asked, his voice was also covered by a thick object, covering up the original texture, as if it came from another mouth.

"Zhao Qiancheng."

"Lying. Although your faces are somewhat similar, you are not Zhao Qiancheng, nor are you a prisoner in the prison."

Yan Qianfan didn't expect that he would be spotted quickly. Could it be a familiar face behind this mask, someone he knew?He tried to distinguish, but his eyes were blocked by the cold mask. He no longer had the extra strength to guess, but tried his best to maintain a calm expression, and said: "It doesn't matter who I am. I have brought the sword you want Come on, give me the antidote."

The man was unmoved, as if he hadn't seen the precious item in his hand at all: "You are not a prisoner in the sky prison, I have no contract with you, and of course I don't intend to give you any antidote."

Yan Qianfan turned pale with shock, and thought about all possible obstacles, but he didn't expect it to be like this: "Don't you want this sword? It's right in front of your eyes, don't you want to accept it? I'm sincerely with you In exchange, what does my identity matter?"

The man shook his head, and there seemed to be a cold sneer under the mask, then he raised a finger and pointed at Yan Qianfan's back: "If you are really sincere, what are these people doing?"

Yan Qianfan was taken aback for a moment, and then felt chills all over his body.

From the direction of the steps, came the sound of a series of intensive footsteps.

The darkness spread like water, pouring from the sky into the sky and earth, filling every square inch.

Feng Guangsheng and his party rode their horses and whipped their whips. When they set off from the west bank, the setting sun was still shining overhead. When they approached the east bank, the last ray of afterglow had sunk into the sea.

There are no people and no lights on the east bank, and the night is very dark.Yan Qianfan and the six people with him were the first to visit Yingzhou Island. At first, he was worried whether he could find the target smoothly and whether he would miss a good opportunity. However, when he drove along the slope halfway up the mountain, he was far away. Then I saw the Nantian Tower standing by the sea.

The shadow of the stone tower loomed high, like a signpost.But it was placed at the end of the road by mistake, and was beaten by the turbulent waves. The lonely figure looked a little desolate.

In Feng Guangsheng's eyes, this pagoda is the epitome of An Guangsha. It stands so straight and firm, but there are cliffs at its feet.He couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, revealing an imperceptible smile. He thought, how can a person who would fall into the abyss if he took a step forward, guide Xiling Village on a smooth road.

He is a person born on land, so he has an aversion to the sea by nature.He never intends to perish with An Guangsha.

The six people traveling together were not as confident as Feng Guangsheng. When they saw the tower, they couldn't help but tighten the reins and asked, "You think Yan Qianfan will come to this tower?"

"That's right." Feng Guangsheng replied, and at this moment, as if in response to his words, the Nantian Tower was lit up section by section from bottom to top.

The rising lights illuminated the sea surface and also illuminated the hope in his heart. He thought, Zhao Qiancheng really did not lie.Now that Zhao Qiancheng is dead, no one will stop him.Darkness is his good partner, and he wants to extinguish the sun in his life with his own hands in this lonely tower.

He also tightened the reins and stopped halfway down the mountain.There is only a short distance away from Nantian Pagoda, and you can get a glimpse of the situation inside the pagoda just by raising your head slightly.He raised his finger and said, "Look."

Through the high window of the attic, he had already seen clearly the black outline of the hanging bell, and two overlapping figures beside the outline.The figure was originally very small and blurry, but the flames rising from below were so bright, layered upon layer, that many raised palms lifted the highest scene to the center of the field of vision.

As a result, the figure became longer, brighter, and almost transparent. The outline seemed to be outlined with golden ink lines, and it appeared clearly.

The night sky at the beginning of the setting sun is indigo purple, and the clouds change into strange shapes with the wind.The two figures supported by the light floated up from the darkness, like two puppets, controlled by invisible big hands, with the sky and the sea as the curtain, staged a vivid shadow play.

Feng Guangsheng had a smile on his face, while the other six people concentrated their attention and watched the dramatic contest intently. The guns and swords were fighting in a small space, and every move and every move was captured in the eyes of the audience.

Soon, Zhang Duyan's eyebrows twitched.

His reaction was not unexpected, and the five people who were traveling with him also showed expressions similar to his.They are all battle-tested fighters, and they are still keen on winning and losing. Of course, An Guangsha's abnormal state cannot escape their eyes.

In their impression, An Guangsha is the inheritor of the Xiling marksmanship, the undoubted strongest in the village, who has practiced superb kung fu at a young age and is invincible.But An Guangsha in the Nantian Pagoda seemed to be a different person, his marksmanship was sloppy, hesitant, and his gestures were as soft as a drunkard's.

People in Xiling Village have always been martial arts, no matter they are male, female, old or young, they are all proud of Xiling Spearmanship, the decline of An Guangsha is like an eyesore nail, making the six people angry and sighing, indignant.

After An Guangsha missed the chance to win several times, Zhang Duyan's stagnation completely turned into anger, and as the bell rang through the night sky, his angry questioning voice sounded at the same time: "You shouldn't be bluffing me, is that person really?" Are we young masters?"

Feng Guangsheng said: "It's absolutely true," adding a sigh at the end, "Brother is not perfect, and he will inevitably make mistakes."

Zhang Duyan took a deep breath, then raised his arms and said: "The fault is also the fault of that surnamed Yan, let's go, let's catch up, we must not let him escape again."

"Yes." Feng Guangsheng nodded in agreement, the wrinkles between his brows hadn't parted yet, but his heart couldn't hold back his excitement.

He squinted his eyes, and the shadow of An Guangsha became thinner, more fragile, and wobbly, his embarrassed figure was clearly outlined by the firelight, and exposed to the eyes of the world.

The Nantian Tower is getting closer and closer, and the fruits of victory are within easy reach.

Just one last step.

The unexpected footsteps disturbed Yan Qianfan's mind.

When he turned back in a hurry, the man with the green face and fangs had already left his sight.Floating to the window like a wisp of black smoke.

He suddenly woke up, and chased the blurred figure and shouted: "Come back! Are you going to break your promise—?"

He drew out the Mo Xie sword, so fast that he didn't even realize it, and the strike was a sharp move, straight to the vest, the sword edge screamed, like a snake coming out of a hole, however, Snake Xinzi only brushed against the man shoulders.

A thin, bright thread of blood slid down the edge of the sword, dripping onto the cold stone bricks, splashing futile blood.

Standing by the window, Yan Qianfan saw three long and deep marks on the edge of the window. He recognized that they were scratched by an iron hook. However, neither the hook nor the rope disappeared, and only three remained. The paw prints strangled his throat like a noose.

If there were no claw marks, he might have regarded what he saw just now as a dream, but the claw marks reminded him that the man with the blue face had really been here.There are windows on every floor of Nantian Tower, as long as you are agile enough, you can escape from any window on any floor.He was so close to success, but missed it, he regretted and hated, and his whole strength seemed to be drained.

On the way here, he repeatedly calculated the chances of winning in his heart, whether he could exchange a huge bet for a meager return, but unfortunately, the reality was that he couldn't calculate after all.

He tried to chase after the blue-faced man, but the sound of footsteps was approaching, and Feng Guangsheng appeared from the end of the steps, blocking his way.

The last time he saw this face, he felt as if the rain was coming after a long drought, and his heart couldn't stop jumping for joy, but only half a day later, the same face pushed him into the abyss of despair.

Feng Guangsheng had no intention of reminiscing with him. When he saw his face, he seemed to have met an enemy, and asked sharply, "Where is the elder brother? Where is the elder brother?"

Followed by several familiar faces, they also asked: "Where is the young family?"

He made eye contact with Zhang Duyan for a brief moment, and his whole body ached from the anger in the other's eyes.These people are the mainstays of Xiling Village, and they were once like teachers to him. They once touched the top of his head with their rough calloused hands, teased his complexion with their hearty voices, and drove him on the mountain with their fine horses. Galloping in time, once vying to be the first to grant him all kinds of kung fu.

Zhang Duyan stared at the sword in his hand: "You beast, the master treats you like brothers and sisters, but you insist on making trouble?"

He shuddered all over, only to see blood still dripping from the tip of the sword.He moved his lips, but he couldn't even use the strength to argue.When the blue-faced man left, he also took away the hope in his heart. This failure made him more desperate than gambling with money and life.

At this time, he heard a faint knocking sound coming from his ear.

The sound came from the bell.Feng Guangsheng immediately raised his voice and said, "Brother may be trapped in the clock! I'm going to save him, you guys deal with him!"

With an order, the visitors were divided into two groups.Feng Guangsheng ran towards the big clock, while six people rushed towards Yan Qianfan like a tide.Zhang Duyan rushed to the front, shaking the tip of the gun, and said: "Today I have to kill this scum myself!"

Yan Qianfan was forced to retreat, and was forced by the tide to leave the window and hide in a deeper corner.The wall casts a solid shadow, suppressing his shadow like a mountain, but he thought, it will never be darker than the darkness under the bell, and it will not be darker than the place where An Guangsha is.

This thought gripped his heart like iron pliers, his hand inadvertently let go, his fingers loosened, and the blood-stained Mo Xie sword clanged and fell to the ground.

When the six people in Xilingzhai assembled to surround Yan Qianfan, Feng Guangsheng came to the bell alone, bent down, put his lips close to the surface of the bell, knocked on it, and called out: "Brother, brother, you are inside!" Well, I'm here to save you."

The body of the bell was very thick, and the knocking from inside paused briefly.Feng Guangsheng was very happy in his heart, and continued: "Don't be in a hurry, use your strength together with me, we will push it away."

There were dull and low knocking sounds from inside, first two slow knocks, followed by two short knocks.

Feng Guangsheng couldn't help being stunned. The rhythm of the tapping brought back his distant memory. Long ago, there was no Yan Qianfan in Xiling Village. He and An Guangsha were still immature children. He was greedy by nature. Playing a lot, he often sneaks out of his courtyard late at night, and goes to the room of the big brother next door to knock on the window.At that time, the two agreed on a set of tapping signals, which were distinguished by rhythm and frequency.In the eyes of adults, this is just a boring trick for children, but the two of them have a lot of fun playing it.

Feng Guangsheng pressed his shoulder against the outer wall of the bell and pushed it with all his strength.His ears were almost attached to the surface of the copper shell, and he heard faint humming from inside, and he knew that An Guangsha was also exerting force with him.

From childhood to now, they have spent too much time together, and they have already established a tacit understanding with each other, and they can work together without words.

The huge copper bell finally couldn't withstand the strength of the two of them, and it loosened a little amidst the rough friction sound, the edge lifted a little, and a small gap was exposed at the bottom.

It was this gap that Feng Guangsheng was waiting for, as long as he found a spot, he would have a chance to leverage.He picked up An Guangsha's long spear that fell outside the bell with his toes, poked the sharpest part of the spear head into the hole, then grabbed the end of the gun shaft with one hand, poured his inner breath into his palm, and lifted it upwards.

With a swing of the spear, the weight of Qianjun was moved calmly and lightly. The gap grew wider and wider, and finally shook the huge bell jar. The bell was like a skewed tower or a collapsed wall. Fall in one direction.

A crack was also torn open in the darkness under the bell jar, and firelight poured in through the gap, illuminating those trapped in the darkness.

An Guangsha stood just under the bell jar, his face was exposed to the light from bottom to top, his eyes met Feng Guangsheng's, his eyes were a bit dazed.

However, the dazed look was quickly replaced by shock.

The speed at which the bell collapsed was getting faster and faster. Just before it hit the ground, Feng Guangsheng rushed towards An Guangsha without any warning, and firmly held the latter's shoulder.

An Guangsha was caught off guard and fell backwards.

Everything happened in an instant, and the bell hit the ground, making an astonishing crashing sound, low and loud, like the heartbeat of this Nantian Tower.Almost at the same moment, the back of An Guangsha's head also hit the inside of the bell jar, and the sudden pain made him cry out in shock.

His voice was swallowed by the louder bell, the bell rolled half a circle on the ground, the aftershocks were still there, the humming sound heard from the inside was much louder than the outside, deafening, as if a heavy hammer hit the eardrum, causing bursts of shock Vertigo and nausea.

In front of this row of mountains and seas, the tacit understanding just now easily dissipated.Feng Guangsheng was pressing on him, with a strange look on his face that he had never seen before.

An Guangsha didn't know what happened, but said anxiously: "A Sheng, get out of the way, tell them to stop, don't kill Qian Fan."

The sound of the bell overwhelmed the vibration of the throat, and no one could hear the two people's words clearly from the outside. The strange thing was that Feng Guangsheng could hear An Guangsha's words clearly.

But he didn't do so, he just shook his head and replied: "Brother, you shouldn't be soft-hearted towards Yan Qianfan. He is a heinous traitor, how can you justify him so as to appease the anger of others?"

An Guangsha was startled, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the other person's face carefully. However, in the backlight, Feng Guangsheng's face was a little blurred, and he couldn't see the exact expression clearly.

He opened his mouth again and said, "I believe that Qian Fan has not betrayed Xiling Village, nor will he intend to harm anyone."

Feng Guangsheng sneered, and said: "He doesn't harm anyone, could it be that I killed Zhao Qiancheng?"

An Guangsha was silent for a moment, and said: "Ah Sheng, what happened to Zhao Qiancheng is not his fault but mine. I have something to hide from everyone, but now I don't plan to hide it anymore. You have to trust me and let me explain it." .”

Feng Guangsheng narrowed his eyes, but a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.Originally, he was skeptical of Zhao Qiancheng's words, and he didn't believe that An Guangsha was really poisoned and his life was in danger.His eldest brother has always been resolute and open-minded, and never showed his fragility on his face. Who would believe that such a person will die soon.

However, he couldn't give An Guangsha a chance to defend himself. Tonight, he must smash An Guangsha's prestige in front of everyone. Only in this way can he take over the latter's position logically and become the real head of Xiling Village.

He raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Brother, why don't you leave the task of explaining to everyone to me."

He raised one hand and strangled An Guangsha's neck.

An Guangsha's eyes suddenly widened: "Ah Sheng, you..."

"Don't call me by my name," he frowned, and let out a deep voice from the bottom of his throat, "Yan Qianfan killed you. He killed you and buried you under the bell, his knife was stained with your blood. Blood, the brothers in Xilingzhai killed him and avenged you, this is the truth."

He tightened his fingers, but he heard the other party's thin as a silk question: "Ah Sheng, why did you betray me...?"

When he said these words, his cheeks twisted, and his smile froze on his lips, revealing the madness of an addict.It is said that a person addicted to tobacco will fall into depression if he does not get supplements for a long time, but he clearly has just enjoyed half a cigarette, and it must not be tobacco that drives him crazy, but something else.

He raised the corners of his mouth high, but his eyes became colder and colder: "An Guangsha, you should ask me why I am loyal to you, because we burned incense and kowtowed together when we were young? My father died to protect you, Isn't it enough? I also gave you my whole life, isn't it enough?"

An Guangsha was crushed under him, his neck was sunken under the weight, bent into a strange shape, his face was pale, his lips were trembling, and he murmured: "... since when..."

Feng Guangsheng replied: "very early