ten steps one kill

It fell into Beichen's hands.

Yan Yuehua withdrew his sword.

After regaining Yan Qianfan, he seemed to wake up from a nightmare. He ignored Feng Guangsheng's glaring gaze, but went straight to Beichen's side, and took over the unconscious Yan Qianfan from his hand.

The roars of the people in Xiling village echoed not far behind him: "Yan! You hurt our people, and we haven't settled with you yet! Don't try to run away!"

Yan Yuehua didn't answer, nor did she run away, but just didn't respond indifferently, as if she didn't hear these provocative words at all.

He stared at the face that was not like himself in the crook of his arms, his eyes were heavy, as if he couldn't see anything else at all.

Zhang Duyan was further enraged by Yan Yuehua's indifferent reaction, and immediately raised his gun, intending to go forward, but just as he took a step, he saw three cold lights in front of his eyes, and the three sword guards drew their swords out of their sheaths in unison. block his way.

With just a few moves, Zhang Duyan has fully experienced the strength of the three of them.Although he was used to being reckless, he didn't dare to act rashly at the moment, he could only grit his teeth, swallowed his anger, and stood in a stalemate with his opponent.

Thus, in the tense battle situation, there was a brief period of tranquility, like the eye of a hurricane, it was unusually quiet.Both sides of the battle were silent, only the sound of the sea tide beating the table, the sound of fire crackling and burning, and besides that, there was the whisper of Yan Yuehua alone.

Yan Yuehua lowered her head, her brows were furrowed tightly, like a cold and rugged rock, her eyes fixed on Yan Qianfan intently, like a taut string, revealing a sullen fire of self-prestige.He doesn't seem to know what tenderness, concern, and sadness are at all. Even at this moment, looking at the dying state of his siblings, his expression is still cold and solemn, just like a teacher facing a stupid s student.

"Brave but not resourceful, stubborn and unrepentant, you are really a fool."

The words that came out of his mouth, even reprimands, were short and elegant, as if he had never spoken more vulgar words in his life.

His hands trembling slightly, he slowly probed into the depths of the crane cloak, and took out a bottle of elixir.Just looking at the gold-painted circle around the mouth of the bottle, it is not difficult to guess how valuable the potions are. However, without hesitation, he poured all the potions into the palm of his hand, and then opened them with the other hand. Yan Qianfan's mouth, put the medicine on his tongue.Then pat the opponent's back, slowly injecting internal force to assist him in swallowing.

The elixir on the tongue had already turned into a soft syrup, dripping into Yan Qianfan's body, but the body still didn't respond, but barely maintained a slightly cool body temperature, so that the limbs would not become cold and stiff.

There is still a faint breath flowing in Yan Qianfan's meridians, other than that, he is almost like a puppet, held up by ropes, without his own consciousness, only moved by external force.

From now on, whether he can wake up, whether there is a miracle doctor in the world who can heal his injuries, whether he has crossed the boundary between life and death, waiting in a daze at the end of Huangquan, not daring to take a step forward, but also There is no turning back.

Yan Yuehua couldn't answer all these questions.

The young owner of Zhujianzhuang just closed his eyes briefly, and slowly put the body in his arms on the ground, but he didn't get up immediately, but kept half kneeling on the spot in an uncomfortable position, with one hand still on the ground. On the back of Yan Qianfan's neck, he hesitated and dared not move away, as if as long as the hand was removed, the person in front of him would move away from him.

He raised his head, his lips were stretched into a line, and his eyelashes were trembling uncontrollably, as if he was enduring great pain.

When the sword guards caught a glimpse of him, they all showed surprise.The three of them have lived in Zhujianzhuang for many years, but this is the first time they have seen the owner of the young village show such a rich expression.

Not all sadness can be written on the face, and not all concerns can be put into words.

In order to continue the foundation of Zhujianzhuang, Yan Yuehua has long learned to restrain his emotions and suppress his desires. He honed his mind into an iron tree that never blossoms.During the years of self-restraint, he gradually forgot what happiness is and what anger is. Although he is alive, only the brain that is used to plan is still alive, and the rest are imprisoned in a deep cage.

Such a person raised his head in the cold night, and let out a low whistle from deep in his throat.Like a wounded wild animal, the howling resounded across the wilderness, spread out under the too-empty sky, and slowly turned into whimpering.

The sky is very high, even at night, there are still clouds, which look like sparkling waves from a distance.The stars of the sky are hidden in the clouds, and their dim brilliance flickers on and off. The Shang star in the east and the star in the west seem to be separated by a vast sea.

Even Yan Yuehua's enemy was stunned by the roar, looking at him without saying a word.

Sorrows and joys in the world are not interlinked, others are just flooded by his surging sorrow, as if a toe has not stepped into the cold water, feeling a bit of icy cold.So he screamed and retreated from the water's edge. The initial sympathy and understanding were quickly replaced by contempt and hatred.

Zhang Duyan's rough voice broke the silent air: "Yan, you are so pitiful. Your brother betrayed Xiling Village, causing us to be displaced and our reputation to be ruined. We haven't settled the debt with you yet!"

Before he finished speaking, An Guangsha said, "Forget it, let's go."

Zhang Duyan couldn't help being startled, and looked back at An Guangsha who hadn't spoken for a long time.

An Guangsha's expression was in a trance, and even his voice was deeply tired: "We hurt the man, since he has already paid the price, let's not worry about it anymore, let's go."

Including Zhang Duyan, all the people in Xiling village showed surprise: "Young master, do you want us to swallow this breath?"

Feng Guangsheng saw the suspicion in the eyes of several people, and immediately raised his voice, saying: "That's right! He Zhujianzhuang is not moral, and he doesn't abide by the rules of the world. Is it possible that we in Xiling Village should join forces? Even if the elder brother speaks, I, Feng Guangsheng I will never agree!"

An Guangsha suddenly raised his head and asked, "What exactly do you want?"

The eyes of the two met briefly, and Feng Guangsheng didn't avoid it, but responded with a sharper stare, provoking An Guangsha's majesty more and more.

It was Yan Yuehua's voice that interrupted them.

Yan Yuehua finally stood up from Yan Qianfan's side, and walked slowly towards the enemy.

He left something behind forever, and the moment he took a step, it was like a different person.

"There's no need to argue, none of you are going to leave today."

Feng Guangsheng narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "What are you doing?"

Yan Yuehua said: "Kill you and pay for your life."

Xu Shi's answer was so gloomy that even Zhang One Eye couldn't help shaking.

Feng Guangsheng sneered and said: "I think you are crazy. Is this what the owner of Zhujian Village should say? Don't you say right and wrong, and avenge your personal revenge? If you really want to seek justice, you should wait until Tomorrow's ring, let everyone in the rivers and lakes bear witness."

Yan Yuehua was not provoked by these words.He just sighed, and said: "I once told Yan Qianfan that if he breaks his oath and goes out without permission, he will no longer be considered a member of Zhujianzhuang."

Feng Guangsheng didn't understand what he meant for a moment, so he asked, "So what?"

Yan Yuehua pulled out her sword, moving very slowly, the heart of the sword slashed across the scabbard, leaving a coherent and clear sound.His voice came one after another: "So I killed you today, not for the benefit of Zhujianzhuang."

"What's that for?"

"For myself."

For myself - this answer is expected, but also unexpected.

Feng Guangsheng was convinced that the Yan Yuehua in front of him was no longer the shrewd, mellow and slick owner of Zhujian Zhuang who left room for everything in the eyes of the Jianghu people. Hatred is really the most selfish emotion in the world.Hatred turned him into an ordinary person, a person who was suffering to the extreme and wanted to kill.

Murderous intentions are ugly, but they are also true. Yan Yuehua has fallen into the deep pool, and Feng Guangsheng even smells a familiar smell on him—the burnt smell of unwilling to yield to fate, preferring to struggle to the end.

The two of them were too similar to be compatible.

Feng Guangsheng also became murderous.

The best way to get out of the predicament is to kill Yan Yuehua and his party.As long as the brothers of the Yan family die here, no one will know the truth in the bell, and the righteousness will still be in his hands, Feng Guangsheng.

Killing is no stranger to him. On the day he landed on Yingzhou Island, he killed seven boatmen, and tonight he took the lives of Zhao Qiancheng and Yan Qianfan.Not to mention that behind him, there are many victims whose names cannot be counted. The road to usurping power and seizing the throne is destined to be paved with blood. Since he chose this road, he never intends to turn back .

Feng Guangsheng made an offensive, poured his strength into the spear, and said: "Master Yan, since you are obsessed with your obsession, don't blame me for being merciless."

Yan Yuehua shook her head and said, "Your affection is thinner than paper, so it's okay if you don't keep it."

People's habits are not as easy to change as their minds, and Yan Yuehua's tone of voice is still polite, with the usual subtlety and gentleness.However, uttering cold words in a gentle tone is like hiding needles in cotton, which is even more frightening.

Fighting hand to hand, Feng Guangsheng suddenly felt a heavy pressure, and his inner strength rested on the sharp edge, shaking his internal organs.

The saber in Yan Yuehua's hand was gorgeous and beautiful.Feng Guangsheng didn't know that this sword was forged by himself ten years ago in seclusion for a whole month, without sleep or rest. There is absolutely no second fake in the world.

Ten years ago was also the age when Yan Qianfan was sent away from home.The Yan family was born with a short lifespan. At that time, the father of the two had already shown signs of weakness. He knew that his fate would not be long, so he used the remaining energy to plan the future of the two sons, leaving and staying, just as the successive patriarchs of the Yan family had said. choice made.

Yan Yuehua was not close to his younger brother, so he did not go to the pier to see him off. On that misty early morning, he just stood on the highest point of Yingzhou Island, on the top of the majestic towering pavilion, looking at the lonely sail on the sea from a distance. Outlying islands, drifting away with the wind, he could vaguely see Yan Qianfan's immature back standing at the bow of the boat, gradually engulfed by the mist.

He knew that this was a farewell, and the future of the two was like two straight lines that diverged, and there was no time for them to meet again.If the covenant between Zhujian Village and Xiling Village is safe and sound, the two are doomed not to be together for the rest of their lives.If the two reunite in the future, it will be a critical moment when the covenant will collapse, the current situation will collapse, and the world will be precarious.

The fate of the two has become a dead knot, no matter whether they reunite or not, they are destined not to end well.

Yan Qianfan, who was still young and ignorant, did not know that this elder brother who had never been close to him, on the day he left Yingzhou Island, he stood on the top of the Zhengrong Pavilion and watched the whole day, watching the tide rise and fall, and the waves roll. The raised shells stayed on the beach, lost moisture in the midday sun, and were re-submerged into the sea by the evening tide.

Yan Yuehua is like this Nantian Pagoda, standing alone at the end of the sky and sea, looking at the twin stars in her life that are drifting away.

To meet or not to see each other, Yan Yuehua never had a choice.He was burdened by his status from birth, and he had few choices, but the sword in his hand was one of them.

The next day, Zhujianzhuang held a succession ceremony, and put on a crown and robes for the adult Yan Yuehua, and that bright sword also got a matching and sophisticated name—Shanshang.

Around that time, he must have foreseen the fate of the two brothers.

Yan Yuehua has always been introverted, and no one has ever asked him about his love and hate. He hides all of his love and hate in his heart and polishes his temperament. His swordsmanship is just like his heart. Measure the sharpness.

Shenshang sword is like the epitome of his life. Now, he pours his life into the sword and moves forward indomitably.

Feng Guangsheng prided himself on his excellent marksmanship. Compared with the usual Xiling spearmanship, he was more sinister and ruthless. It would be difficult for ordinary people to be an enemy of him. lost its usefulness.

Yan Yuehua's moves are intricate and complicated, but there is not a single bit of waste, like an impenetrable net.

Feng Guangsheng was terrified in his heart, and he became more and more eager to make a move. He swung his spear around in the open space and sent out a series of moves, trying to tear apart the opponent's defense.The empty field at the bottom of the tower was like a natural arena, which was the most suitable place for him to display his skills, but his attacks with all his strength were dispelled by the opponent one by one.

Yan Yuehua seemed to have inexhaustible patience and could spend the whole long night with him, but he couldn't afford to lose. The longer this fierce battle dragged on, the more variables there would be, and the more unfavorable it would be for his situation.If the immediate victory cannot be established, the road ahead will only be more bumpy.

Having said that, Feng Guangsheng couldn't find a way to break through for a long time. He fought and retreated, looking at the situation around him anxiously.Not far away, there is a row of simple wooden stakes, which are used for tying horses.Just now the horse was let go by Yan Yuehua, but now the stakes are empty, and the cut rope is hanging on the stakes.

Feng Guangsheng made up his mind, took a few steps back on purpose, and led Yan Yuehua to the stake, and he went around while fighting.What Yan Yuehua used was a long sword, the sword was like a rainbow, but it was not easy to retract.Feng Guangsheng used the terrain to hinder his flowing footwork, and gained a moment of advantage for himself.

At this moment, he picked up a rope with the end of the gun and put it around the opponent's neck.

Treating people like horses and using a rope to snare them is really a sneaky trick that is unexpected and insidious. Anyone who competes in martial arts in an open and honest way will definitely not think of such a dirty method.But Feng Guangsheng didn't care about face. At this moment, he only had the boundary between life and death. No matter how strong the enemy's swordsmanship was, the neck was only a body of flesh and blood. As long as he succeeded in a moment, he could strangle this person's neck on the spot.

With a flash of the long sword, the sneaky rope circle was broken into several pieces like flying insects on the fire, and the wreckage was scattered all over the ground.

He heard Yan Yuehua's stern question: "Are you really using the spear technique of Xiling Village?"

Feng Guangsheng only felt a sore throat, as if his chest had been severely wounded, and the point of the sword pierced directly into the weakest part of his heart.All his efforts to replace An Guangsha turned into bubbles in the face of this naked contempt.

Yan Yuehua jumped up again, under the stars and sky fire, he seemed to be favored by the gods, and his steps seemed to be floating on the ground.There are not even footprints, only a wave-like fine line.

The sword is like a swimming dragon, and the body is like a frightened bird. Let alone a wooden pile at this moment, even if the tide is pouring in and the sky and the earth are turned upside down, it may not be able to stop this person's steps.

The horror in Feng Guangsheng's heart was written all over his face. There were rumors in the world that the Yan family had been weak for generations, so in order to preserve their status in the world, they had to deal with famous families.He really didn't expect that the owner of Jianjianzhuang had hidden such a superb sword technique, even the Tianjimen, which claims to be the number one sword in the martial arts world, may not be able to match it.

It's just that this pinnacle of ability is paid for with blood and bones, and at the cost of burning lives.Yan Yuehua's face was extremely pale, and it was as if a mass of intangible flames were burning in his eyes, trying to burn everything in sight to ashes.

Feng Guangsheng finally understood that this person must not be dealt with by ordinary methods.There was a burst of cold sweat on his back, and he asked, "Yan Yuehua, are you crazy?"

A faint smile curled up on Yan Yuehua's lips, and he said, "If you're not crazy, why would you kill yourself?"

Feng Guangsheng couldn't help trembling, Yan Yuehua could die, but he couldn't.It was as if he had been pushed into the abyss by an invisible hand, and his fear had penetrated into his marrow, and he could no longer hide it.

Yan Yuehua stepped on the bottom of the abyss, but Qingjue's lonely figure seemed to stand on the clouds.

How could he outwit a madman?

The Shenshang sword was already pressed to his throat, he couldn't help turning his eyes to the distance, and asked his companions for help in a panic.

But no one helped him, his companions seemed to have forgotten him, and surrounded An Guangsha wholeheartedly.

Wherever Feng Guangsheng's eyes touched, a death struggle was going on.and.Hee.彖.right.read.Chia.

The sky is the curtain, the wilderness is the stage, and the waves crashing on the shore replace the cheers of the crowd, which lasts for a long time.

Xiling Village has six enemies and three, with their shoulders and backs facing each other, forming a net to protect An Guangsha in the center.

An Guangsha intended to fight, but was stopped by his companions waving his hands: "Young master, you don't have to force yourself today, let us protect you."

I am a dying person, and I am really not worthy of your protection——An Guangsha wanted to tell them, but the rest of the people deprived him of the opportunity to speak frankly, turned around, and took the six unswerving figures from behind. leave it to him.

"The six of us are more than enough to deal with the three of them." Zhang Duyan said.

It's a pity that this is just what he said for show. Although the number of people in Xiling Village is twice that of the opponent, there is no advantage at all in front of the three sword guards in Zhujianzhuang.

The moon was bright above the head, and the flames were blazing, but the three sword guards seemed to be standing in the shadows, their whereabouts erratic and ghostly.The three swords seem to be wielded by the same hand, and the moves are seamlessly connected and integrated into one body. The winds of the swords are intertwined, and the bright brilliance is as fast as a meteor passing through the border. They are born and died under the same sky, and the cycle goes back and forth.

The vigorous Xiling marksmanship landed in this misty sword array, like a bird of prey plunged into the mist, its eyes wide open, although it has a pair of sharp wings, it can't even catch up with the opponent's tail.

There seemed to be countless overlapping figures shuttling under the moon, cold swords were issued from all directions, unpredictable, but every time the sword light lit up, it was a fatal crisis.

Zhang Duyan was already sweating profusely.

He wants to protect himself and protect others, wandering around, exhausted, like a prey surrounded by hunters, struggling in a cage, with no chance of victory in sight.He could only try his best to keep calm, and shouted loudly: "Everyone, beware of the dark sword!"

However, his warning came too late, he only heard a scream from his side, something flew in front of him, with a long red line at the end, which turned out to be a bloody arm.

The arm was severed at the shoulder, drawing an arc in the air, and landing on the whitish beach a few steps away.

Blood was spilled all over the ground. He saw his companion's pale face and pained expression, but he couldn't step forward to help.In order to maintain the net woven by six people, he must not act rashly. If his net collapses, An Guangsha, who is protected in the net, will face a more terrible fate than a broken arm.

Zhang Duyan finally understood that when the sword guard robbed Yan Qianfan just now, he really showed them enough affection.Now the opponent didn't intend to show mercy anymore, so every sword move he handed out was a dangerous killer move.

"No, no..." He heard the trembling voice of his companion beside him, "We really can't fight, we can't fight..."

Zhang Duyan wiped his face, and the appearance of three enemies was reflected in his vision blurred by sweat. The ghostly shadows were covered under the black clothes, like ghosts and gods.

"Bah!" He raised his voice and yelled loudly, "If you can't beat it, don't you want to fight? Are you guys only a little bit long? You finally have a chance to get ahead, so why don't you continue to be a Can't the turtle do it?"

"You are the stick!" The people around him immediately lost their fear, and shouted back loudly, "It's a big deal, I'm going to die, today I have to protect the young master no matter what!"

Although the six of them were exhausted and in a difficult situation, they still spoke bold and unrestrained language and pretended to be fearless.

Of course they could see that the other party had long ago had the intention to kill, and if they didn't escape now, it would probably be a disaster, but none of them broke away from the formation.Even the poor man who had just broken his hand raised his one arm and firmly grasped the weapon.

Seeing death as home - this is the character of Xiling Village, they are all vulgar warriors who are not good at speech, and in terms of speech skills, they are not much better than An Guangsha.They each have their own problems, they are addicted to drinking and smoking, aggressive and gambling, they are not really gentlemen, but they have passionate love and righteousness in their hearts.Although they had the desire to instigate rebellion, were greedy for wealth and fame, and longed for a comeback, they never turned their backs on An Guangsha, not even a single thought.

There are few perfect people in the world, evil is always pervasive, hard to destroy, and good also has a stubborn side, which cannot be eliminated overnight.

At the moment of life and death, it is time to reveal your sincerity.

The sincerity of the six people is to sacrifice their lives to protect each other.

Yan Yuehua and Feng Guangsheng watched the fire from the other side, witnessing a tragic, beautiful and magnificent scene.However, the reactions of the two men were very different.

Although Yan Yuehua looked at the people in the Xiling village with indifference, her brows and eyes were much more relaxed than before, and even showed a bit of admiration, which was admiration for her evenly matched rival.

On the other hand, Feng Guangsheng frowned, looking at the six warriors whom he regarded as his comrades, he did not hide the hatred in his eyes, and said silently: "Why, why!"

He felt humiliated and unwilling. He spent countless money and energy to please them at all costs, just to earn their trust. Why did they still want to protect An Guangsha when life and death were at stake? In their eyes There is still only An Guangsha.

Thousands of calculations, after all, still can't count as a piece of sincerity.Feng Guangsheng's heart full of lies has been overwhelmed by jealousy.

He didn't understand the reason, just like he didn't understand why his father insisted on giving his life to protect An Guangsha.If one day ago, An Guangsha had died in the ring, due to the shameless conspiracy of the Bloody Gang, his father would have taken over An Guangsha's position and become the new leader, holding the power of commanding Xilingzhai in the palm of his hand. .In this way, he will not go to a dead end, and he will not have to plot against Zhao Qiancheng, frame Yan Qianfan, and fall into the predicament of fratricide all the way.

Cause and effect are intertwined, why does everyone have a hard time with him and tie a knot in his life?

Lostness turned into hatred, and the hatred climbed from the bottom of his feet, submerging him bit by bit, filling the hole in his heart with more filthy darkness.

On the other side, the sword guards were still fighting with all their strength. Where the sword came up, blood was flying everywhere. The six tough men had already become miserable and bruised all over their bodies. weapons.

Yan Yuehua withdrew his gaze, turned to Feng Guangsheng again, and said, "They are really much braver than you, why don't you fight side by side with them?"

Feng Guangsheng gritted his teeth and said word by word: "They don't listen to my advice, they deserve to die for nothing."

Yan Yuehua sighed, with disappointment in his eyes: "Your name is Feng Guangsheng?"

"Yes." Feng Guangsheng replied.

Once upon a time, he looked up at the night sky alone, and silently made an oath in his heart that one day he would make people in the Jianghu respect this name forever.

But Yan Yuehua just shook his head, and said: "You don't have a trace of leadership talent at all. If a person like you wants to become number one, the only way is to kill everyone around him."

Feng Guangsheng was stunned, and when he saw Yan Yuehua's eyes, he immediately trembled. The humiliation of being humiliated by a bystander, accompanied by anger, rose from the soles of his feet, filling his mind in an instant.

"That's enough! I want your surname Yan to die first!" He shouted loudly, then raised his gun and struck at the other party's throat.

This disorderly move is tantamount to self-inflicted humiliation.With a flick of the Shenshang sword, he split the gun barrel in his hand into two pieces.

Feng Guangsheng was pushed by a gust of wind, and fell to the ground on his back. The next moment, Yan Yuehua stepped on his side face, and the edge of the Shenshang sword pressed against his heart.

"Wait a minute, don't kill him yet!" A voice came from behind.

Yan Yuehua's sword paused for a moment, but he didn't even lift his head, just frowned slightly, and exerted force again.

Before the sharp edge penetrated the flesh and blood, a stone flew from a distance and hit the sword impartially.

At the same time, Feng Guangsheng struggled to turn over, escaped from under the sword, propped up his body with one hand, covered the bruise on his cheek with the other hand, half kneeled on the ground, and panted heavily with his mouth open, as if A fish escaped from the chopping block.

Yan Yuehua raised her head angrily, and met the people's gaze: "Master Song, what exactly do you mean?"

I saw Song Yungui limping up to him, bowed his hands, and said, "Master Yan calms down, and I'm doing it for your own good. If you kill him, who will return your brother's innocence?"