"Teacher, senior brother?"

Zheng Qiao's eyes fell on the young man walking slowly towards him. There seemed to be a look of surprise on his face, but he was highly vigilant in his heart. An unknown premonition filled his chest. He thought that no one in the world could make him afraid and nervous. Obviously, he had high expectations.

own.

After the banquet, they walked to the center of the palace.

The two brothers looked at each other from a distance of three to four feet.

An inexplicable and chilling atmosphere filled the air.

"It's rare to hear you call me senior brother."

Zheng Qiao calmed down her inner uneasiness.

He said seriously: "Senior brother, what are you talking about? Our lips and teeth are close to each other! Even if you and I have some disagreements, it will not affect the friendship in the past. Once a senior brother is a senior brother, he will be a senior brother for life. But, why are senior brothers here today?

"

Yan'an said: "Come to kill you."

Three simple words without even murderous intent, so bland as to say, "Today you and I will have a drink together." For a time, people suspected that Yan An was trying to be funny. But Zheng Qiao couldn't laugh, he fell silent.

Shen's face: "Kill me?"

Zheng Qiao was born extremely well.

That kind of handsome and feminine beauty is mixed with an astonishing beauty that transcends gender, and his face has a bit of natural ridicule and meanness.

For such a beautiful woman, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is "unparalleled in beauty". In terms of appearance alone, I'm afraid there won't be many people in the world who can compete with her. Her naturally affectionate eyes are full of incredible energy, which makes her even angry.

Pleasing to the eyes.

Zheng Qiao asked again: "You want to kill me?"

Then he asked again.

"Yan Xingning, do you want to kill me?"

Yanan did not answer three questions.

Seeing his attitude, Zheng Qiao suddenly felt bored. He swept away the vulnerability and shock of being betrayed just now, and the disdain filled from the corners of his eyes and brows almost burst out. He chuckled: "Senior brother, senior brother, don't you think you are too hypocritical?

Really? You are the one who said you would come down to help me, and you are the one who said you would kill me. Why, can you change the promise you made overnight?"

Yan'an said: "No, it's always the same."

As for how to be "consistent", the brothers can go to Huangquan Road and spend a lot of time to talk about it slowly.

Zheng Qiao raised her voice several times: "Not yet?"

It's still a bit sharp.

Yan An didn't answer and pulled out the sword from his waist. Seeing this, Zheng Qiao subconsciously took half a step back - for no other reason, this sword looked too familiar. It was the favorite blade of Yan An's late father during his lifetime, which added a lot of psychology to Zheng Qiao's schooling time.

Shadows give students a headache when they see them.

Zheng Qiao also grabbed the sword beside the table.

With a brush sound, the sharp blade was unsheathed.

Then he asked: "Where is your sword?"

Yan'an said indifferently: "It's broken."

Zheng Qiao: "..."

The sword is the king of a hundred blades and has extraordinary significance to scribes. Its importance is second only to the "word". Generally, the teacher or the elders of the family help prepare it, from collecting good forging materials to polishing and shaping.

It takes an extremely long time.

His late father regarded Zheng Qiao as his own son and knew that his status was embarrassing, so he took over the matter. Therefore, his sword and Yan'an's sword are from the same origin. I hope that these two brothers can have a consistent relationship and support each other.

Follow the way of a gentleman.

A pair of gentleman's swords will suffer the same fate.

Zheng Qiao's sword was cut off by him with his own hands - because after he was humiliated by the old leader of the Xin Kingdom, his classmates and friends changed their friendly and refined faces, pointed at his nose and insulted him as a sycophant. It was so sanctimonious that it was life-threatening.

Nausea.

Yan'an's sword was also broken by his own hands, because the expectations given to it after it was cast have long been distorted, so it was better to destroy it. The broken sword was given to his wife and asked her to find a swordsmith in the future, recast it and pass it on to him.

their daughter.

Today I can only bring my late father's sword.

can say that--

Cleaned up the portal.

The cold sword blade was filled with death-like chill, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Zheng Qiao's throat. The cold light flashed, and the distance was evened out by three or four feet in the blink of an eye. Zheng Qiao felt the vague but firm murderous aura in the air.

Then you know that Yan'an is determined.

He raised his sword to parry.

There was a crisp clang.

A huge force came from his hand and forced him to step back. When he reached the table behind him, he decisively used his sword to relieve the force and turned around to get out of the way. His naturally loving eyes were filled with murderous intent. This was the first time Zheng Qiao was at a banquet.

He no longer concealed his murderous intention in front of An.

He urged Wen Xin of Dan Mansion but was surprised to find that there was no movement.

It was quiet, as if Wen Xin had never appeared.

As for the national seal, there is no trace of it.

"Yan Xingning, your uncle is serious!"

Zheng Qiao couldn't hold back and cursed loudly.

Combined with this situation and the abnormally quiet atmosphere in the palace, he was sure that this space was no longer the real world.

Wen Xin cannot be called, and the national seal cannot be activated. Although the restriction is aimed at both parties - this can be proved by the lack of any fluctuation of literary energy around him from Yan'an's appearance to the present - it is also a "forbidden hand", Zheng Qiao obviously

Even more disadvantaged.

Although he has a talent for swordsmanship, his teacher's energy is limited, so his swordsmanship was taught step by step by Yan An. Over the past few years, he has been pampered and racked his brains to fight with others. He has not drawn his sword for two dances throughout the year, and he has basically been eating dust.

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Yan'an's swordsmanship is excellent, not to mention practicing Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer, but he has not fallen behind in these years. If he simply competed in swordsmanship, he might really be taken away by this senior brother! Seeing the sword tip sticking up again, Zheng

Qiao flipped his wrist, and the long sword touched the thrusting blade. The sword groaned in his ears as if it was overwhelmed. After that, he was unable to hold on anymore and was forced to the corner.

Yan'an's hand holding the sword was terrifyingly steady.

The move is to hit the vital point directly.

However, he understood Zheng Qiao's way of swordsmanship, and Zheng Qiao also understood his. The shadow of the sword flickered, clanking, and the cold sword light looked particularly strange in this space.

Although Zheng Qiao was surrounded by dangers and was in a desperate situation, he was still alive and could not die. Ever since he became the leader of the Geng Kingdom, he had never been in such a mess again.

Just for a moment, he was distracted, and the sword blade pierced his shoulder, and the blood spread out into a coquettish and dazzling red flower.

The next sword is a death blow.

Zheng Qiao gritted his teeth and picked up the sword blade with his bare hands.

Wow——

Blood splattered and dotted the side of Yan'an's face.

Tear--

This is the sound of the sword cutting through the brocade dress.

Most of the sleeves fell to the ground.

It just so happens that the four words "cutting off one's robe and cutting one's righteousness" are appropriate.

Yan'an only paused for a moment, and without thinking, he swung his sword at Zheng Qiao with more force. When Zheng Qiao saw the half sleeve, his pretty face that was described as embarrassed was filled with disgust, followed closely by a bigger sword.

Angry: "Yan Xingning! This is too much!"

After fighting dozens of moves.

Zheng Qiao's hair was messy, the injuries on his body increased, and the bright red blood almost dyed the white clothes into dazzling red.

The anger that made him fight his last battle gradually turned into fear as his disadvantage expanded, and his beating heart seemed to be pierced and stopped in the next second. He mustered up all his strength and stabbed away, looking at his posture, he wanted to die with Yan An.

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This is definitely impossible.

At the critical moment of life and death, Zheng Qiao was shocked to realize that he was far less open-minded than he thought, and he cherished his life even more than he expected.

The sword edge suddenly turned and made a feint.

But the results were not great.

With a snap, the sword fell out of hand.
To be continued...