ten steps one kill

Qichang caught his eye and promoted him personally.His martial arts, wealth, and status were all bestowed by Duan Qichang. Therefore, his affection for the head of the sect is also the deepest among his fellow sects.He never dreamed that the good teacher who taught him chivalry and faith would become a cruel and ruthless murderer and a villain everyone despises overnight.

If it came from someone else's mouth, he wouldn't even believe a word.But he had witnessed everything with his own eyes.From last night to this morning, in just a few hours, he seemed to have had a long nightmare.

The nightmare continued, and instead of showing any signs of waking up, it slipped further and further into the depths of darkness.

Under Duan Changya's signal, the four long-term workers carried the low table, passed through the crowds, and stopped in front of the main entrance.

Duan Changya took a step forward, bowed down, put his hand on the corner of the white cloth, his fingers seemed to be glued, and stayed in a stiff posture for a moment.

However, the surrounding eyes were scorching, urging him silently.

He finally tightened his fingers and lifted the white cloth away.

As a result, the corpse covered under the white cloth was exposed in front of everyone, and they could see everything at a glance.

Everyone's eyes were glued to the corpse immediately, as if they were staring at the fish on the chopping board.

Duan Qichang died in an unseemly manner, the wounds on his body were barely covered by his clothes, but his face had not been taken care of in time, and there were still traces of bulging veins on his livid cheeks.When he was discovered, he had been dead for two or three hours, curled up on the floor like a baby, with signs of stiffness gradually appearing in the distal joints, the disciples of Tianjimen had no choice but to put him in a lying position. Without brute force, some purple-red bruises were left on the shoulders, neck and ankles, mixed with the corpse spots, deep and shallow, like holes in the surface of silk.

After a while, a voice said: "This person is indeed Duan Qichang."

No one refuted this assertion. Duan Qichang's face is well-known in the Jianghu, and his footprints are left everywhere in the court hall and down in the market. easy job.What's more, when the incident happened suddenly, Tianjimen didn't have time to deal with it, and even the coffin was not found. Duan Qichang could only condescend to submit himself to the low table, slowly rotting under the sunlight.

It was an eerie sight indeed.

The two sides facing each other have completely different costumes, and their faces are also very different.The disciples of Tianjimen were dressed in uniform white shirts, crowns and swords on their backs. Their faces were fair and plump, but their expressions were dejected, like flowers and leaves knocked down by cold frost, and they couldn't lift their heads.

Opposite them is the generation of the three religions and nine streams in the Jianghu, most of them are dressed in rags, their faces are rough, and they are not trimmed.

The living, the dead, the innocent, the wronged, the victim, the vengeful, under the bright blue sky, the scorching sun, under the same sun, have such divergent and fragmented destinies.

In the past, all kinds of people went their own way, whether they were rich or poor, and they were content in their own world in an orderly world with clear distinctions between high and low, as if they were separated by invisible iron walls.

However, on this bleak and lonely island, everything deviated from the established track and completely messed up.

Black and white are confused, strength is reversed, copper walls are broken, and iron walls collapse.

Everyone has hatred, everyone has aspirations and desires, however, karma does not go in one direction, but goes in the opposite direction, tearing each other apart, tearing the only decency left to pieces and making it dilapidated.

The silence continued to spread, and Chang Zhao couldn't bear it anymore. He strode forward, lifted the white cloth without authorization, put it back on the body of his mentor, and then turned to the opposite crowd: "You have seen enough!"

He waved his hand and ordered the four long-term workers to carry the master back to the courtyard.

"Wait!" A voice behind him called to stop him, "Killing so many people, and wanting to leave, is it too cheap for you?"

Chang Zhao turned his head abruptly, a sullen expression appeared on his usually gentle and humble face: "He is no longer here, what else do you want!"

The one who spoke was a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard, his hair was pulled back randomly, and there was a shocking scar on his forehead.He bent down and whispered to the old man who was crying beside the coffin, then raised his head and said, "Give the corpse to us for disposal."

Chang Zhao was stunned, and his shock slowly turned into anger: "How could my master's body be handed over to you!"

The man snorted and said: "It's just a beast in human skin, why should it wear such a beautiful dress?"

"How dare you speak rudely—" Chang Zhao was so angry that he couldn't say a complete sentence.

The man sneered, and said: "Not inferior? What did I say wrong. If Duan Qichang was not a beast, how could he do such things as mutilate innocent women? Who knows what other shady and dirty deeds he did before he did it Just now this old man told me that he wants to avenge the murder of his daughter with our own hands. As the knights of the rivers and lakes, of course we have to fulfill the old man's wish. Ladies and gentlemen, do you think this is the truth?"

Amid the echoes one after another, Chang Zhao finally recognized the man's face.

Duan Qichang once captured a group of thugs in the boundary of Liangzhou. A group of more than ten people called themselves the Eagle Flag Society, and their name was quite famous.Later, Duan Qichang led the disciples of Tianjimen to go deep into the Yingqihui camp. After a difficult battle, he smashed the impenetrable camp in one fell swoop. The heads, only a few of the lesser crimes were sent to the border.

This person in front of him is one of the thugs sent to guard the border. The scar on his forehead is probably a bluff specially made to cover up the tattoo he got when he was sent.He didn't know what tactics he used, but he escaped from the punishment and returned to the Central Plains. He gathered a group of local hooligans of various religions and top grades, and regarded him as Mr. Yingqi, with a respectful attitude and willing to follow.

The battle with Yingqihui is one of the famous traces left by Tianjimen in the martial arts. At that time, Chang Zhao was still young, and he faced a group of surly enemies when he was just a fledgling.These people plundered merchants, bullied women and children, and took pleasure in killing and torturing. It was the first time Chang Zhao saw the evil of people with his own eyes.

Several years have passed, although this Mr. Yingqi has changed his face, as if he has been reborn, but his treacherous and cunning appearance is still the same as before.

Thinking of this, Chang Zhao became even more angry, saying: "You prisoner, instead of serving your sentence obediently, went to the martial arts conference to make trouble, what is your plan?"

Mr. Yingqi was stunned for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "I am a prisoner? Are you talking about me? The murderer is obviously your master. How could you have the cheek to slander my reputation? Are the so-called upright martial artists as hypocritical as you?"

As soon as the words fell, the crowd echoed immediately.

Chang Zhao realized his gaffe, so he simply kept silent, and opened his arms to block Duan Qichang's body.

Mr. Yingqi had already come to him, sizing him up with a cold gaze as if spitting out a letter: "Get out of the way!"

How could Chang Zhao let go, he shouted angrily, "Don't bully people too much!"

The other party sneered and said: "Big fellow kindly collected your master's body, why don't you appreciate it?"

These words completely angered Chang Zhao, he changed his humble attitude just now, and angrily drew his sword out of its sheath.

There was a cold clang, and the sword energy tore through the stagnant air without warning, causing the crowd to retreat one after another. The sword edge brushed against Mr. Yingqi's pen, causing the latter to dodge in a hurry.

In the short silence, only Chang Zhao's roar could be heard: "What do you want to be satisfied?!"

Mr. Yingqi is cunning after all, how can he be deterred by a sword, he raised his hand and pointed at Duan Qichang's body, and said righteously: "We lost so many lives, but he died easily. Even children I also know that this is not fair, you are a decent family, don't you do things the most faithful, why don't you also find eight people to redeem your master's life. We will let him go."

Chang Zhao was stunned.

The disciples of Tianji Sect were also stunned. Although they belonged to the same sect, they came from all corners of the country. There were many rich and powerful families, and not all of them were as loyal as Chang Zhao.Many of them were dissatisfied with Duan Qichang's crimes, but it was inconvenient to speak out directly. At this moment, they were provoked by the enemy, and their emotions were like dry wood on fire. Someone immediately refuted loudly: "We don't know about the murder of the head. Love, why do you want us to die together!"

"I don't know?" Ying Qi sneered, "When you were sitting on the power and wealth and trampled us under your feet, did you ever think about what will happen today? You just want to take advantage of it, but you don't want to take responsibility. Your brains are really shrewd ah."

Chang Zhao retorted: "It is true that my master has made mistakes, but he has also done many good deeds and saved many good people. When we were born and died, you were all shrinking turtles, but now you are pretending to jump out. All of you are jealous and eager to make trouble, what kind of things are you?"

After some disputes, the disguise of both parties was completely torn apart, and the original intention was revealed nakedly.The so-called famous family stands like a towering tree, towering into the clouds, unattainable.But once it falls, once it falls into the mundane world, it will become the target of being trampled and eroded by everyone.

How many people are eagerly looking forward to the arrival of this day.

Ying Qi raised the corners of his mouth and said to the crowd behind him: "Today we smashed the signboard of Tianji Gate and stripped off the clothes of these beasts to see how they still argue!"

Chang Zhao held the sword in front of his body, and said, "Whoever of you dares to touch Master's hair, I will kill him!"

The two sides are like dry fire, ready to explode.

"Chang Zhao, shut up." It was Duan Changya's voice.

"Everyone stop, it's too disrespectful to mess around like this." It was Liu Hongfeng's voice.

He stepped forward and stretched his shoulders, as if he didn't use much strength, but pulled Chang Zhao away from the front of the crowd, took a few steps back, and retreated into his companions.

Liu Hongfeng also waved his finger, and with a silent order, the people of Xiling Village immediately stepped forward, forming a horizontal row like flowing water, blocking the furious crowd behind them.

Although Xiling Village was in decline, it was a decent family, well-trained and uniform. The eagle flag was in their eyes, so they didn't dare to act rashly, so they temporarily withdrew their offensive.

Although the offensive in his hand was withdrawn, there was no intention of forgiving in his mouth at all. Ying Qi no longer entangled with Chang Zhao, but instead questioned the instigator, saying: "Mr. Feng, we are here to seek justice for the people, should you You don't intend to speak for the Duan family, do you?"

Liu Hongfeng wasn't annoyed, but replied flatly: "Where, I'm just trying to be fair."

"Fair?" Ying Qi asked unceremoniously, "You and Duan Changya have a good personal relationship. We all saw the fact that the two of you had a private meeting in the brothel. What you did today is really supportive." Can you afford the word fair?"

After hearing his words, people turned their attention to Duan Changya.Even the disciples of Tianjimen looked at their young master in surprise.

Duan Changya didn't make a sound, just lowered his head slightly, and hastily avoided his sight, as if he couldn't hide the panic in his expression.

But his panic did not fall into Liu Hongfeng's eyes, because Liu Hongfeng never looked at him at all, but just replied to Yingqi: "I think you are worrying too much. I am indeed a romantic person. But the friendship with Duan Changya is just for evidence. He killed my mother, and he is my sworn enemy. How can I speak for him?"

The two of them didn't look at each other's faces, but the expressions of the two made others look at each other with full attention.

Liu Qian could see it very clearly, his eyes lingered between the two of them, almost as if he was about to cry.

Young people still don't understand that lies and deceit are the most common things in the world, and it is really not worth making a fuss about.

Even if the fate of meeting by chance comes to an end, it is broken into two parts, and each falls apart, it is not worth mourning for.

After all, there are more unfortunate stories in the world. The weight of life has long been filled with hatred and sin, and there is no room for happiness and joy.

It's just adding a new scar to the scarred heart.

A mere scar, neither painful nor itchy, just happened to be poked at the softest place, tearing the last piece of skin, it seemed a bit regretful.

Liu Hongfeng's defense obviously carried more weight than Yingqi's cross-examination.

In this situation that stirred up the martial arts, Liu Hongfeng was originally just an insignificant outsider, but his status as an orphan of the blood-clothed case closely linked him to the victim last night. Looking forward to it.

Nothing can win people's hearts more than the pain of the same. In one day, he was placed high hopes by the people who shared the same fate. Yingqi's question seemed insignificant in the face of this heavy weight.

Even Yingqi felt that he was wronged, and after a moment of silence, he finally put away his arrogant attitude and asked kindly: "If you don't plan to speak for the Duan family, why do you stop me?"

Liu Hongfeng showed a hint of helplessness, shook his head slightly, and said, "Of course it's for you."

Ying Qi was startled: "For me?"

Liu Hongfeng raised his eyebrows and asked back: "Is the weapon you are good at the knife at your waist?"

Upon hearing this, Ying Qi immediately put one hand on the handle of the knife, and said in a flaunting tone: "That's right, this is the treasure my elder brother left me."

Yingqi's eldest brother is a notorious bandit leader who murdered people and robbed wealth, and has a lot of bad deeds. After Yingqihui lost to Tianjimen, he was hanged by the government and hung on the city wall for public display.

The knife left by the eldest brother is naturally a murderous knife often used by thugs. The shining blade is wide and deep, like a beast with teeth and claws, and how many innocent lives were eaten in its bloody mouth.

Yingqi planned to draw the knife to shine, but he only drew halfway and couldn't lift his finger anymore.No matter how many times he applied force, the blade seemed to be wrapped in glue, and it was stuck in the blade and remained motionless.

Just a moment ago, he felt something hit the knife, probably a small stone, made a clear and crisp sound, and bounced back to the joints of his fingers, leaving a slight pain, as if being caught. The bee stings.

He glanced down, and immediately opened his eyes wide, unable to hide his surprise.It turned out that there was a deep dent on the short piece of the knife he had pulled out of the scabbard, as if it had been struck repeatedly with iron nails and heavy hammers. The blade bent in the direction of the dent, arching a The angle of the sheath is like a bridge, so it is stuck in the mouth of the sheath, and it cannot be pulled out no matter what.

Yingqi did have reasons to be surprised, because he knew very well that the material that made up the blade was refined steel that had been quenched several times, which was heavy and hard. When lying down, it can also be used as a shield to block the enemy's swords, guns, swords and halberds.If there is no considerable strength, it will never be shaken.

Because of this, it was even more difficult for him to believe that it was only a small stone that bent the blade.

The stone popped out from Liu Hongfeng's fingers.

Liu Hongfeng didn't hide her movements at all, her arms were still half-raised in front of her chest, and she even raised an orchid finger on purpose, nakedly provoking Yingqi's dignity.

Yingqi held back his anger, he really didn't want to believe that the weapon he was so proud of was easily destroyed by a finger as thin as a branch.However, Liu Hongfeng smiled lightly and looked at him frivolously, which made him feel sick and scared at the same time, wishing to close his eyes immediately and run away from this sissy rabbit master.

Liu Hongfeng didn't give him a chance to calm down, and continued: "If you really make a move, you must not be the opponent of Tianjimen. As a companion, I can't just watch you die."

Unwilling to be defeated, Yingqi stretched his neck and argued, "We have so many people!"

Liu Hongfeng still shook his head: "You all underestimate the ability of Tianjimen, I have seen their martial arts performance with my own eyes, even if you do it together, I guarantee that none of them can survive three moves."

"Then what do you say?"

"The common people are here to seek justice, not to mess around. Since both sides are unwilling to back down, it is better to use the method of the people of the rivers and lakes to decide the outcome in an upright manner." Liu Hongfeng said, turning his eyes slowly to Duan Changya , said, "I will have a contest with him. If I win, let us enter the door and hand over the head's body to us for disposal. If I lose, everyone will leave with me."

Neither side said anything.Only Yingqi replied: "Fair and fair? I think you just want to claim credit."

"Really?" Liu Hongfeng raised his eyebrows and said, "If you think it's unfair, you might as well act for me and compete with Young Master Duan. I promise I will never disturb you."

Yingqi was stunned for a moment, then looked away.

Liu Hongfeng sneered in his heart, he had long seen through that Yingqi was a bullying person, using the banner of chivalry to avenge his personal revenge, taking advantage of the fire to rob, his majesty was just a bluff, like a scarecrow by the side of the field, once it hurts himself, he will show greed for life and fear of death nature.Liu Hongfeng has been working in the market for ten years, and he has long been familiar with villains like Yingqi.

He glanced across the crowd and asked, "Is there anyone else who wants to replace me?"

No one made a sound, needless to say the people who were just pretending to be fake, the people who really harbored deep hatred did not know martial arts, and they knew that they had no chance of winning, so no one dared to step forward rashly.

The mourners exchanged glances with each other, bent down at the same time, bowed deeply, and said, "Master Feng, please act on our behalf."

Amid the voices of wishes, Liu Hongfeng nodded and said, "Okay."

What he was waiting for was this moment, and he would never hand over his hatred to others easily.

He turned to his enemy and asked, "What is Young Master Duan's idea?"

Chang Zhao had been standing by Duan Changya's side all this time, and at this moment he finally couldn't hold back anymore, and said: "Young master, don't listen to his nonsense! He is a liar at all, we treat him as our honored guest and treat him with courtesy. , but he betrayed you and used you. Young master, I am willing to fight for you!"

Under the warm gaze of the other party, Duan Changya slowly shook his head and said, "Junior Brother Chang, thank you very much, but let me do it."

He took a step forward, and finally raised his head to meet Liu Hongfeng's gaze.

The eyes of the two met for the first time.

Liu Hongfeng only felt a slight tremor in his heart, but it was only a short glance, which blocked all his carefully prepared words in his throat.

Duan Changya was the first to speak: "A few days ago, you said a word on the bank of Huichuan."

He couldn't help but startled: "What?"

"You said you wanted to compete with me to see whose swordsmanship is stronger. Now is your chance."

Duan Changya's voice was like a pen, re-drawing the picturesque scene of that night, the sound of the water in Huichuan echoed in his ears again, and the figure standing by the water in white clothes was like moonlight shining on the world.

Liu Hongfeng shook his head, smashed the phantom in front of him, and said coldly: "It's all lies, I don't have any extra thoughts at all. I just want your life."

After Liu Hongfeng finished speaking, Duan Changya's expression didn't change much.Even Chang Zhao behind him was more surprised than him.

But Liu Hongfeng can see Duan Changya's state of mind. He has always been good at observing this person's expression, reading the slightest fluctuations from a dull face, or pulling the corners of his mouth, or shaking his eyelashes, all revealing a unique The message is like a secret signal between the two.

But at this time, through the crowd, he read Duan Changya's loss and disappointment. He saw the burning flames in those bright eyes gradually extinguished, and saw the two people's first meeting, like the morning sun, slowly blooming. Hui's spirit was finally swallowed by dark clouds.

It wasn't his heart that was covered by the dark clouds, so why did he feel heartache.

He closed his eyes briefly, cutting off every weak thought in his heart, if he retreated at this moment, how could he be worthy of his deceased mother.He swore an oath ten years ago that the villain who committed the bloody coat case would be ruined and his family destroyed. The hatred he put in his life has already exceeded the weight of life itself, like a kite made of paper, it can only fly into the sky by riding the air current , if the kite line is torn off, the next moment it will tilt its head and fall, falling to pieces.

He turned his head and said to Liu Qian, "Give me the sword."

Liu Qian was stunned for a moment, then walked forward reluctantly, untied the bag that had been tied to her shoulders, and unwrapped the coarse cloth wrapped in the bag layer by layer, finally revealing the contents of the bag.

Everyone exclaimed in amazement - the Mo Xie sword was actually hidden in the ball of wadding.

People absolutely can't guess why the famous ancient sword that martial arts people are competing for falls into the hands of this little devil and is used by Liu Hongfeng.

Only Liu Hongfeng knew that this sword was entrusted to him by Song Yungui himself.

It was a few hours ago, when the sun had not climbed over the sea level, Song Yungui rode his horse and personally bowed in front of him, offering the Mo Xie sword with both hands.

He had just narrowly escaped from the cave ravaged by flames, and when he saw the cold and heavy famous sword, he just thought it was funny.He said to Song Yungui: "At first you put on a mask and pretended to be a villain, and wanted us to squeeze our heads to grab this sword in exchange for a chance of life. Now, you gave it to me with your own hands."

Song Yun replied very flatly: "What is a good sword? It's never important whether it's sharp or not. What matters is the meaning behind it. After tonight, the martial arts world will be turned upside down. The old order will soon fall, and the new power will be here In this sword, you have to hold it and take your own place."

Liu Hongfeng didn't take the sword, but stood where he was, and asked: "Master Song, you forgot that I am a person with no future. If I die, you will feel more relaxed."

Song Yungui deserved to have a sophisticated speaking skill, he immediately heard what he meant, and immediately replied: "Last night, I shouldn't have let you go to the Bamboo Court alone to risk yourself, you were plotted against by Duan Qichang, it was entirely my negligence, this Take the Mo Xie sword, and I will make amends."

Liu Hongfeng was silent for a moment, and finally reached out to take it.

Mo Xie sword was really heavy and cold, and the vicissitudes and simple lines were pressed against the palm, and it was pressed too hard, leaving a little pain.

Song Yungui patted him on the shoulder and said, "I have given you both the sword and the antidote. I will fight side by side with you in the future. I hope you can trust me."

Once again, he took the heavy ancient sword from Liu Qian's hand, then shook his wrist and pulled the sword out of its sheath.

The sound was clanging, crisp and loud, like a howling wind, which shocked the crowd.

The quaint sheath is as heavy as a thick night, but what splits the night is the most dazzling sharp edge.

Regardless of whether it is a master outside the world or an unknown pawn, as long as you hold this sword in your hand, you will inevitably be intimidated by its weight.What kind of sword is Moye Sword?It was reborn from the fire, and when it came to the world, it experienced a looting. The swordsmith was killed by the faint king, and the male and female swords were forced to separate. He became a talent, but he gave his life without hesitation, using his own head as a sacrifice, and finally died with the violent and fatuous king.

The sword of regicide, the sword of vengeance.

It looks like the epitome of Liu Hongfeng's life.

He thought, a life is just a little weight in the hands.Wouldn't it be a blessing if one could get one's wish by sacrificing one's life.

At this moment, he has put life and death aside.

Duan Changya also drew his sword.

Tianji Sword is different from Mo Xie who sleeps forever with hatred deep in the soil. From the moment it was born in the world, it has been bathed in the bright sunshine, witnessing the prosperity and prosperity of Tianji Gate for generations, drinking its favor and love.

The blade of the sword is as bright as a waterfall, filled with flawless silver light, pouring out along Duan Changya's fingertips. At that moment, the dirt left on Duan Changya's body seemed to be dispelled. Contempt, can no longer hide his light.

The crowds on both sides of the confrontation backed up at the same time, making way for the two of them.

The empty field in front of Duan Mansion's gate became a natural arena. There were no obstacles to block the view, no place to hide, and no ignorant bystanders dared to step in between the two and destroy the two. This battlefield is as tense as a drum.

But on this day, the sky was astonishingly bright. Under the blowing of the clear wind, there was not a cloud of dark clouds accumulating and staying above the sky, and all the haze was dispersed by the rising sun and evaporated.

All of them are sparing no effort to facilitate this fight to the death.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, both of them knew that once they made a move, they could only do their best to put the other party to death.

They are like light and shadow, destined not to coexist.

Duan Changya took the lead in attacking.

Duan Changya's swordsmanship is the appearance of Tianji swordsmanship after hundreds of years of accumulation, gathering great achievements, and reaching the extreme state.Like the top of a perilous peak, it stands upright, disdainful of all heroes, and no one in the world can match it.There are so many types of martial arts in the world, like a hundred flowers blooming, countless, but there is no one whose swordsmanship is purer and more proud than Duan Changya's Tianji Sword.

Liu Hongfeng also greeted them.

Liu Hongfeng's swordsmanship is a mixture of hundreds of schools, so unpredictable that no one can see through it.It was the unique kung fu that he had suffered so much, stealing from hundreds of martial arts, and then spent countless late nights thinking hard, polishing repeatedly, and finally realized the unique kung fu.No one can see the whole picture, just as no one can feel his situation and his pain.His sword path is lonely and distant, but he is extremely stubborn, and he doesn't know what it means to retreat or give up.

The contest between the two is so exciting that the viewers even forget to speak, forget to breathe, and just focus on following their figures.Ordinary eyes can't even keep up with the speed of the two of them.I saw sharp edges intertwined, figures and shadows chasing each other, and sword flowers shining like stars.Occasionally, some masters saw the moves of the two clearly, as if they had lifted the clouds and mists, and glimpsed the superb view of the peak, they were even more in awe.

If the two are not divided into two battalions, they will face each other.

If this contest was launched in a real arena, it would be tasted by thousands of people and witnessed by tens of thousands of people.

With their skill and ambition, they will definitely become sympathetic opponents. No matter who wins or loses, it is enough to win the applause of the whole house.

It is a pity that this vision is impossible to realize, and the world of martial arts will be turned upside down today, and they can only become sworn enemies, and they can only fight each other with their lives.

Although not everyone can catch up with their moves, everyone can see the determination they put into their swords.

Either you die or I die.

The contest seemed endless.

The more evenly matched the opponent is, the more difficult it is to tell the winner.Even the spectators were engrossed. The disciples of the Tianji sect were astonished at Liu Hongfeng's concealment, while the common people and martial arts people were awed by the exquisiteness of Tianji swordsmanship.No matter which side, it is difficult to look away from this battle. People hold their breath and even forget the passage of time.

But nothing can last forever, no matter how high or strong the martial arts are, people also have moments of fatigue.

Liu Hongfeng gradually felt that time was approaching.

He was still carrying the old injuries accumulated from the day before, and the pain squeezed his muscles mercilessly, making it even more difficult for him to concentrate.Fortunately, his opponent was not more calm than him, and the fatigue in the way of the sword could not be concealed. Duan Changya, who had just woken up from a coma and experienced another family robbery, was still able to swing the sword at this moment. To fight is already a miracle.

Although both of them were exhausted, neither of them was willing to back down. Instead, they intensified their vigor, pouring all their remaining power into the sword without reservation, as if they were ready to die at any time.

The cold iron is ruthless, eating away the fresh life.

People in martial arts rarely have a good death, either due to fighting or conspiracy, even if they are lucky enough to avoid external disasters, they often die from illness.Pursuing extraordinary power requires paying an extraordinary price. This is an extremely simple truth. However, people in the game always take chances and refuse to believe it.

The two swords of Tianji Moxie intertwined, and the flying sword shadow vividly interpreted the fate of the people in the rivers and lakes, which aroused the fear in the hearts of every viewer.

The battle situation is getting more and more intense, and any negligence will be fatal.The two avoided every ultimate move in a thrilling manner, but they couldn't avoid the minor injuries that followed. The sword's edge brushed across the place, pulling out ferocious muscles and bones, blurred flesh and blood.Soon, they were left scarred.

There was no wind around him, only the sword light turned into a stinging wind.

There was no rain around me, only blood turned into dripping rain.

In front of such a cruel scene, the sky is still as clear and clear as ever, far beyond reach, and doesn't care about the joys and sorrows of the world.

Liu Hongfeng fought and retreated, all the way to the bottom of the wall.

There was no more road behind him, so with all his strength, he stepped on the wall and climbed along the steep bricks and stones, climbing a distance as high as one person.

Duan Changya's sword quickly chased after him, biting his heel like a shadow, the sharp edge brushed against his ankle, and cut off the clothes that were too late to dodge in the future.

The crimson cloth fluttered one after another, shattered into countless fine pieces among the sword flowers, and fell lightly between the two of them, like hibiscus flowers flying all over the sky.

Perhaps this scene was so familiar that Duan Changya hesitated for a moment, and his movements were a little slow, as if he was tied by an invisible rope.

In that instant, Liu Hongfeng had turned up from the direction of the wall, and his body lightly drew an arc, centering on his shoulders, over the top of Duan Changya's head.Then, taking advantage of the falling momentum, he raised his sword and struck straight at the center of the back of Duan Changya's neck.

The back is the most suitable direction to attack.

This was an inevitable blow, Liu Hongfeng exerted all his strength, his movements were as swift as the wind, and his internal organs wailed silently as they were being torn apart. This was also a fatal blow, if it failed, it would be very difficult to find another chance.

However, a red petal fell from his eyes, briefly blocking his vision.

He opened his eyes wide, and after the petals passed by, Duan Changya had already turned his head, and his bright black eyes met his gaze.At the same time, the Tianji Sword also turned its edge, and a long rainbow shot out from the edge of the sword, pushing away the Mo Xie sword in his hand.

Liu Hongfeng missed.

The sword energy gathered in one place was also dispelled, and along with Mo Xie's sword, it deviated from the trajectory, as if a pocket had been poked out of a loophole.

Liu Hongfeng felt a trace of despair.He was too eager to attack, so he accidentally fell into the opponent's trap, and showed his flaws at the critical moment, causing the opponent to catch him.But his physical strength and energy were on the verge of limit, if he didn't attack just now, he might lose his last chance.

In a dilemma, the edge of the Tianji Sword is close at hand.The silver long sword drank the brilliance of the rising sun, clean and bright, worthy of the reputation of the best sword in the world.If compared with gemstones, it is a piece of flawless spiritual jade, without any additional carvings, it exudes nobility, regardless of all external factors, it is still deeply fascinating.

For a moment of astonishment, he seemed to hear Liu Qian's scream, the sound of the crowd gasping, and the sound of falling flowers on the ground when the wind blew through the garden from farther away.However, these voices left him one after another, as if they were in another world.

He suddenly felt relieved, if he could be killed by this sword, it would be a kind of relief.

Whether it is mission or hatred, in front of such a sharp sword edge, it will be fragmented and crumbled in an instant.In this way, will he be freed?

However, there was no pain in the chest.

The Tianji sword passed through his eyes, the sharp edge was close at hand, Liu Hongfeng could see it clearly, at that moment, the sharp edge that should have pierced through the heart clearly deflected by a slight angle.Although it was only a penny, it was enough for a master to adjust his body and avoid a fatal blow.

The moment Liu Hongfeng fell to the ground, the Tianji sword brushed past his shoulder, and he suddenly felt a heat on his shoulder, and a bloody flower bloomed near his collarbone, which was the result of the old wound left by the Bloody Clothes Gang being torn open again.However, just skin trauma, not enough to be fatal.

Duan Changya hesitated the moment he shot.

A person's mouth may lie, his eyes may lie, and his gestures may lie, but the sword in his hand cannot lie, and it faithfully reflects the heart of the sword holder.A sword is handed out, whether it is to claim life or save life, whether it is to destroy or protect, every secret will be revealed to the world.

Duan Changya missed the best chance to kill Liu Hongfeng.

Every pair of eyes around has seen Duan Changya's thoughts