Back Off, Let Me Come

"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 feeling filled his chest. He thought that no one in the world could make him fearful and nervous. Obviously, he thought highly of himself.

The banquet went 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 the uneasiness in her heart.

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." It once made people doubt that Yanan was joking. Zheng Qiao couldn't laugh, and his face darkened: "Kill me?"

Zheng Qiao was born extremely well.

That kind of handsomeness and femininity mixed with an astonishing beauty that transcends gender, and a face that is somewhat naturally sarcastic and mean.

For such a beautiful woman, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is "unparalleled in beauty". Simply speaking of appearance, I'm afraid there aren't many people in the world who can compete with him in the ring. Those naturally affectionate eyes are filled with incredible energy, and even anger is pleasing to the eye.

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. She swept away the vulnerability and shock of being betrayed just now, and the disdain that filled the corners of her eyes and brows almost burst out. He chuckled: "Senior brother, senior brother, don't you think you are too hypocritical? You are the one who said you would come down the mountain 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 so familiar. It was the favorite blade of Yan An's late father, 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 "words". Usually, teachers or elders in the family help with preparations. From collecting good forging materials to polishing and shaping, it takes a very 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 come from the same source. I hope that these two brothers can have a consistent relationship, support each other, and uphold the principles of gentlemen.

A pair of gentleman's swords had 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 expressions, pointed at his nose and insulted him, calling him a sycophant. It's so sanctimonious that it's disgusting.

Yan'an's sword was also broken by his own hands, because the expectations given to it when it was cast have long been distorted, and it would be better to destroy it. The broken sword was handed over to the lady, and she was asked to find a swordsmith in the future and recast it to pass it on to their daughter.

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

can say that--

Cleared the door.

The cold sword edge was filled with the chill of death, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Zheng Qiao's throat. The cold light flashed, and the distance of three to four feet was evened out in the blink of an eye. Zheng Qiao could feel the vague but firm murderous aura in the air, and knew that Yanan was determined.

He raised his sword to parry.

There was a crisp sound.

A huge force came from his hand, forcing him to step back. When he reached the desk behind him, he decisively used his sword to relieve his strength and turned around to get out of the way. Those naturally loving eyes were filled with murderous intent. For the first time, Zheng Qiao no longer concealed his murderous intent in front of Yan 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, it has disappeared.

"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.

Unable to call Wen Xin, unable to activate the trump card National Seal, although the restrictions are for both parties - this can be proved by the lack of any fluctuations in Wen Qi from Yan'an's appearance to the present - but 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, I have been pampered and racked my brains to fight with others. I have not drawn my sword and danced twice throughout the year. I have basically been hanging around and gathering dust.

Yan'an's swordsmanship is excellent. Not to mention that he practices Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer, but he has not fallen behind in these years. If you just compete in swordsmanship, you 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 blade pressed against the thrusting blade. The sword groaned in his ears as if it was overwhelmed. After that, he was unable to hold on 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 and clanked, and the cold sword light looked particularly strange in this space.

Although Zheng Qiao is surrounded by dangers and in dire straits, he is still alive and will not die. Since becoming the leader of the Geng Kingdom, he has never been in such an embarrassing moment.

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 fatal.

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

Wow——

Blood splattered and dotted the side of Yanan's face.

Tear--

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

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 even greater force. When Zheng Qiao saw the half-sleeve, his pretty face, which was described as embarrassed, was stained with disgust, followed by even greater anger: "Yan Xingning! This is too much!"

After fighting dozens of moves.

Zheng Qiao's hair was messy, and the injuries on his body were increasing. 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 heart was beating loudly in his chest as if it would be pierced and stop beating in the next second. He summoned all his strength and stabbed away quickly, looking at his posture and wanting to die together with Yan'an.

This is certainly 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 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.

Zheng Qiao was pushed back by the huge force. He took several steps backwards and failed to stabilize his body. He lost his footing and fell down the steps outside the palace. There was a spin and severe pain in the body. After rolling dozens of times, he finally rolled down dozens of steps. The final hit was so hard that stars appeared in his eyes.

The blood from the wound spread on the ground.

The dizziness caused by blood loss made his hands unable to support his body. With firm eyes, he climbed up and staggered forward. He didn't need to look back to know that death was closing in on him step by step, like maggots clinging to his bones.

At this time, he keenly noticed that the surrounding environment had changed compared to before, as if everything was covered with a layer of mist.

There was a surge of joy in my heart.

He didn't know what method Yan'an used to create this strange space, but he was certain that being able to be so domineering as to cut off Wen Xin and even the national seal must have paid a very heavy price, possibly even Yan'an's own life!

This also means that this situation cannot last long.

As long as you wait until the end of time, the outcome will be determined.

"Senior brother——"

In the blink of an eye, thousands of thoughts flashed through my mind.

Zheng Qiao escaped only two steps and staggered to the ground. He turned around and looked up to see Yan An flying down from the top of the steps. In just a few breaths, the other party's appearance changed dramatically.

Originally three thousand black hair was mixed with half gray.

The young face has deep grooves left by the years, and the figure is not as tall and straight as before. What's even more strange is that Zheng Qiao's counterattack only saved his life and did not cause any trauma to Yan'an. But at some point, dazzling blood marks appeared on the latter's body...

Every position matches Zheng Qiao's body.

"Senior brother——"

Zheng Qiao backed up with his hands on the ground.

Although he was still gray and gray at the moment, his appearance was not damaged at all, and he even had a bit more broken and fragile temperament.

"You and I, fellow seniors, why are you doing this?"

"Why?"

His eyes were clear and clear, just like before.