Silent night in Middle-earth. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

- Sword Qi slashed in!

It was a stream of light that broke under the dark sky, like the stars of the nine heavens falling to the ground, carrying indescribable power and beauty.

Feng Yuheng narrowed his eyes.

I have to admit that the young man in front of him has an unparalleled talent in martial arts, especially in kendo. Even if his cultivation was very different from him, even if he was forced to rush out of the sword, he could cut off the shackles he had set with only his own sword intent. Unfortunately, this does not change the fact that his character is despicable. Even this amazing sword intent further confirmed this person's unreasonable hypocrisy. Such a person, even if he looked at it a few more times, Feng Yuheng felt disgusted.

How much he loved this boy in the past, how much he hates it now.

Feng Yuheng's eyes sharpened, and he struck out with a palm mercilessly, causing the waves to rise through the sky like his anger.

Walking rocks and flying sand, plants, trees, flowers and leaves, all turned into cold blades at this moment, and frantically attacked that young man with boundless killing intent!

The boy tilted his head helplessly, revealing a pale face stained with blood. He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't have time to say anything, so he could only raise his sword again to resist.

The strength that was weaker than before was against Feng Yuheng's full palm, and the result was already doomed.

The boy only managed to hold on for a moment before reaching his limit, and at the moment when his breath was stagnant, the incomparable strength broke through his sword curtain, and he felt a pain in his chest, and his whole body was thrown backwards involuntarily.

The boy fell to the ground, spurting out a large mouthful of blood, and his body curled up in pain.

Feng Yuheng watched him struggle coldly, although he was relieved of his hatred, he couldn't get even a trace of comfort in his heart. Why did they get to this point? They could have been relatives!

By now, however, it was too late to say anything.

The sound of the wind gradually fell silent.

Feng Yuheng slowly approached the young man, lowered his eyes to look at him, and said expressionlessly: "Since you returned to the clan, have I ever treated you badly? No one can save you today. ”

The young man barely stood up, his right hand clenched the hilt of the sword hard, and said intermittently: "It's not me ......"

"Not you?" Feng Yuheng interrupted with a sneer, waved a qi blade in his hand, and said sharply: "What did you do on the White Terrace that day, do you really think that killing people is enough?

The young man raised his sword and tried his best to block it, but he only had time to protect his chest. The aftermath of the blade slashed across his shoulder, and blood poured out in an instant, soaking through the snow-colored clothes in the blink of an eye, like a poignant flower blooming in the pale moonlight.

Feng Yuheng looked at him coldly, expecting to see the remorse and horror on his face after the lie was exposed, but he didn't, the young man's eyes were still clear and deceitful to the world, full of pain and sadness.

Feng Yuheng was stunned. He should have stabbed the boy in the chest without hesitation, but he stopped.

The past is like a cloud of smoke. Feng Yuheng stood quietly for a long time, the resentment in his chest gradually subsided, and said lightly: "If you cause Zhao'er to regain Nirvana, you should suffer the same pain as him." You know I have no intention of killing them all, so why do you want to make people laugh like this?"

"You can kill me directly!" The young man smiled miserably and said, "I have already attained nirvana once, how can I have my life the second time?"

"Ridiculous. Feng Yuheng said coldly: "You have always been in the clan, have you ever been nirvana, I don't know?"

The boy coughed up a few traces of blood and raised his hand to wipe it off. He showed a weak and helpless smile and said, "I said a long time ago, I am not Cheng Yuan...... I've never been to the Feng Clan at all, how do you know?"

Feng Yuheng lifted the young man, stared at his familiar face, and sneered: "Okay, then I'll play with you again—you might as well tell me, how did you recognize me at a glance when you have never been back to the clan?"

The young man was stunned for a long time, and when Feng Yuheng thought that he was dumbfounded by the question, he heard the young man whisper: "You, you are so similar to my mother, how can I not think of ......"

Feng Yuheng's heart trembled, and he subconsciously let go of his hand. Yes, he and his little sister Ling Ru are seven points similar in appearance, and anyone who sees them thinks they are twin brothers and sisters, so the four younger sisters of the brothers and sisters are always the closest to him, so he will be doubly good to his little sister's children......

Thinking of this, Feng Yuheng couldn't tell which was more pain or hatred in his heart, and blurted out: "You don't deserve to mention her! If it weren't for you, how could something happen to her? She was harmed by you at all, right?"

The boy's face grew paler, but he smiled. He was already very tired and weak, and he couldn't even sit still, but at this moment he suddenly fell completely silent.

He calmed his breath and said slowly: "You have to kill me, presumably no matter what I say, it will not work." It's just that I really can't believe that the famous Feng clan will be deceived by Cheng Yuan alone...... Or, you actually know in your heart that today is just an excuse to cut the grass and eradicate the roots for Chengyuan. ”

Feng Yuheng coldly hooked the corners of his lips and said, "If you have to beat me up, I have nothing to say." ”

The young man smiled silently and said in a low voice, "None of what I said today is false...... I'm already dying, so why lie to you again?...... That's fine. ”

The boy sighed slightly, gathering some strength to sit as straight as he could. He raised his head and looked at Feng Yuheng, his expression sad and pitying, and said with a light smile: "Let's do it." Whether you're really unaware or acting...... I hope you won't regret it later. ”

Feng Yuheng looked down at the young man condescendingly, looking at his closed eyes and slightly trembling eyelashes, and suddenly raised his arm to take the young man into his hand. He grabbed the young man's shoulder, and with a special technique, he slapped several palms on his back, and then let go and threw it down.

The young man subconsciously tried to stabilize his body, but he felt that his cultivation and strength were all sealed, and he could only fall to the ground involuntarily. There was a touch of humiliation in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said: "If you want to kill, kill it, why humiliate others!"

Feng Yuheng said indifferently: "Don't you have something to say? I'll give you a chance, just say it." ”

The young man was silent for a long time when he heard this, smiled self-deprecatingly, and finally spoke: "When my mother returned to the clan, the person she brought back was not me. Since then, Seung-yeon has taken my place. And I have always stayed at home in Zhongzhou and have never been to the Feng Clan. ”

Feng Yuheng's eyes flashed, and he said, "It was obviously the little sister who came back with you back then, how could she mistake her biological son?"

The young man said gloomily, "I don't know...... I've never met Cheng Yuan, but I've heard people say that he and I are exactly the same in appearance and soul breath, and I don't know how this can be. I had never met anyone like this in my previous life. ”

"You mean that you are only the ninth generation, and someone is pretending to be you?" Feng Yuheng raised his eyebrows and sneered: "I didn't know that there was such an incompetent world-crossing person in this world. ”

Listening to his ridicule, the young man was no longer angry, and only said calmly: "Maybe it was the original memory of the reincarnation that conflicted with the inheritance of the Feng clan, I never remembered the past before, and I didn't even know that I was a Feng clan." It wasn't until a year and a half ago that I had achieved Nirvana once, and I remembered it all. ”

Feng Yuheng's eyebrows furrowed, leaned down to clasp the young man's pulse, carefully sensed his physical condition, and said, "Go on." ”

The boy did not struggle, nor was he powerless. His eyes closed slightly, and he continued tiredly, "You may have heard of the aftermath...... It was me who was in the secret realm with Xie Yundu, and it was also me who opened the Daye Ruins with Chu Shaoqiu later, but Cheng Yuan said that it was him, right? But at that time, I didn't know what Cheng Yuan was, it was Princess Anlan of the Dragon Clan who found me, and I only knew about this. ”

Feng Yuheng slowly withdrew his hand and fell silent for a while.

The young man said: "Yundu, Shaoqiu, An Lan, Dean Zhang of our Zhongwu, Dean Xia of the Taoist Academy, and Senior Brother Xu Chaoke of Taoshan...... If you want to ask for a testimony, ask any of them, and you will know that I am not lying. What's more, I've been living in Middle-earth, and here are people who know what I've been through over the years. If you really want to know, it couldn't be easier!"

Feng Yuheng hesitated: "You ......"

The boy interrupted him first.

"Dean Xia also told me not long ago that the matter between Cheng Yuan and me has long been a secret in the Divine Domain, but only the Feng Clan doesn't care about it. Is it really possible to say that you don't know? It's just that Cheng Yuan is more useful than me. ”

Saying that, the young man laughed and sneered: "Maybe it's possible, one in ten thousand possibility?"

Feng Yuheng squinted at him and didn't speak.

"Actually, it doesn't matter," the young man ignored his reaction and said lightly, "Even if you are still making fun of me now, I will admit it." I only know that even if there is only a 1 in 10,000 chance, I can't make my mother feel sad for me because I don't say these few words. ”

"Believe it or not, that's it. ”

With that, the boy closed his eyes and waited quietly for his fate.

After hearing this, Feng Yuheng's face was silent, but his heart was completely chaotic.

At this moment, he suddenly recalled what Yuan Zhao had tried his best to say before his Nirvana, and it turned out that he had not misidentified the mistake - it was really "save him"! And that "he" must be referring to the real enlightenment! And Yuan Zhao ...... Maybe it was because he discovered the truth that he was killed by Cheng Yuan!

Feng Yuheng's hands trembled, and the blood all over his body rushed to the top of his head. He slowly shifted his gaze to the boy again, to the shocking mottled blood stains on the placket of his clothes, to his cheeks, pale from his injuries......

God, if all this is true...... What the hell did he do?!

Feng Yuheng breathed rapidly, picked up the young man unskillfully, and put one hand against his heart to relieve his injury. Feeling the young man's suddenly tense body, Feng Yuheng tried his best to suppress his emotions and said in a low voice: "I...... I'm not going to do anything to you, I'll take you back to the clan first......"

Laugh at.

—The sound of a blade piercing through flesh.

Feng Yuheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he knew what he was planning to do, and he slapped it out without thinking about it, but the next moment he was forced to stop by the look that crashed into his field of vision-

That look of hatred and despair, like that of a wounded young beast!

Feng Yuheng hurriedly retracted his strength, and after the qi in his body was running to the extreme, he recoiled, which provoked him to spurt out a mouthful of blood. He looked at the young man in a daze and said, "You ......"

"I don't believe you!" The young man gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, gritted his teeth and stabbed the blade deep again, and said miserably: "This was the case last time! I know! It was Cheng Yuan who asked you to kill me!"

Feng Yuheng was in a trance, but he was thinking about what happened to the teenager "last time", and what they missed......

The warm blood of the person on the other side spread down the hilt of the sword to the boy's hands, and then drip down the fingertips. The boy looked at him sadly and muttered, "Why do you want to do this...... I really want to treat you as relatives......"

Feng Yuheng's heart shook, and he blurted out, "I'm sorry!"

Hearing these three words, the young man was stunned, slowly lowered his head, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

Feng Yuheng couldn't even care about his own injuries, and subconsciously said: "You, don't cry......"

However, his voice stopped suddenly.

I saw the young man raise his head again, and the layer of water in his eyes was completely full of tears of laughter!

Cheng Yuan trembled with laughter.

He straightened up, the blood and wounds around him melting away inch by inch like an illusion, and he was dressed in white as if nothing had ever happened before.

Raising his eyes to Feng Yuheng's incredulous gaze, he hooked his lips and spit out two words.

"Idiot. ”

And then slash down with a sword!

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