Yan Chengfeng leaned his elbow against the sword body. A hand stained red with blood, gripping the hilt of the sword tightly inward.

His right leg was almost cut off by Jia Renyi, and he could only use his sword to support his body, so that he could shake the root of his teeth and maintain a one-knee position. Don't let yourself fall down.

A special black dress from Youzhou, which symbolizes the children of the Yan family, is all stained red with blood. It was full of sword marks, shattered, and the placket of his clothes was torn into long strips of cloth, floating backwards in the face of the cold wind and murderous aura.

The exposed chest was stabbed by Zhen Shanshan with a fatal hole. Flesh blurred,

The drizzle turned into a drizzle. hit Yan Chengfeng's body, condensed into water droplets mixed with blood, and kept dripping from Yan Chengfeng's chin.

Zhen Shanshan and Jia Renyi stood more than half a zhang away from Yan Chengfeng on the left and right, and there were also beads of blood dripping on the long sword in their hands.

Both of them had bright red overflowing from their bodies. But none of them were critical, just a few minor injuries that were not serious.

Zhen Shanshan looked at Yan Chengfeng's gaze with some surprise. He didn't expect Yan Chengfeng to be able to support him and Jia Renyi for so long under the sneak attack of another good player, and he didn't expect Yan Chengfeng to be able to maintain his unfailing posture after suffering thirteen sword wounds that were deep and bone-deep.

He sighed.

After Yan Chengfeng finished reporting his name, he didn't speak. He was eleven or twelve years older than Yan Qingming, but his habits were the same as Yan Qingming, and he didn't have anything to say to these people.

In his eyes, these people with blood on their hands were not real people. At best, he can only be regarded as a devil in human skin.

He wanted to get himself on his feet.

He is from Yanjing, which is not afraid of strong Qin, and from Youzhou, where the hereditary morale has been cultivated for thousands of years, how can he kneel down to these people who are not people?

He stared at the ground with a layer of blood and water, and pressed his body against the broken right leg with only flesh and blood still connected.

The pain of the two amputated legs rubbing together is enough to tear the heart and lungs. But his face in the cold rain was as solemn as ever, and he didn't seem to feel the slightest...

In the afterglow of Yan Qingming's sideways, there was a trembling figure, standing up from the ground against the cold wind and rain.

He heard the figure chanting: "In the past, there were real celebrities who carried swords out of Yanjing;

As soon as the words fell, the sword light rose again, and he actually took the initiative to pounce on Zhen Shanshan.

Zhen Shanshan was indeed kind, he didn't immediately raise his sword. It was Jia Renyi who immediately raised his sword.

Zhen Shanshan looked at Yan Chengfeng, who was forced by Jia Renyi's sword and almost fell to the ground, for a while, and then shook his sword body with his surprised emotions: "If I don't take your life within three moves, I won't be surnamed Zhen!"

The Nine Emperor Princes, who didn't know when he snatched a sword from whose hand, heard the poem chanted by Yan Chengfeng. That poem told the Nine Emperor Princes that the person who could chant such a poem must be a good man who stood up to the sky.

The Nine Emperors have a great understanding of the national policy of the previous emperors who emphasized literature over military force, and now the most lacking man in this world is such a man. It's just that this man is now seriously injured, and rushing to Zhen Shanshan and Jia Renyi is tantamount to killing himself.

The Nine Emperors didn't want to see such a man die tragically in front of him.

Relying on his natural amazing arm strength, he forcibly held up the two tiger head knives that slashed at him, and shouted to the people around him: "Save him!"

Yu Yunwen, who was slightly injured, was very grateful to Yan Chengfeng in his heart. Zhen Shanshan and Jia Renyi walked into the wine shop, originally to deal with him who was inseparable from the pock-faced man for a while, but Yan Chengfeng took the initiative to stop the two.

If Yan Chengfeng didn't do this, the current Yu Yunwen was only afraid that he would have died in the hands of the three of them.

Yu Yunwen was extremely anxious when he saw that Yan Chengfeng was injured, but the Nine Emperors were also deeply involved in the murderous machine, and he lacked skills. It was impossible for him to take the initiative to abandon the Nine Emperor Princes.

Now that he has received the drink order from the Nine Emperor Princes, Yu Yunwen dispelled the idea of taking care of it. At that moment, he put aside the three people who were entangled with him, and rushed straight to Zhen Shanshan, who stabbed Yan Chengfeng with a sword.

Five clusters of sword fire burned fiercely between Yan Qingming and the sound of the sword. The sword fire in other locations intertwined, turning the waterlogged land and the foolish street behind it into a sparkling scene.

The cold rain and cold wind blew on the sword fire, not only did not extinguish it, but made it burn more fiercely.

Half-human tall flames, fluttering in the wind and rain. The devil who seems to do all kinds of evil is dancing with his teeth open.

Ask Jian Sheng looked at Yan Qingming, who was standing in the center of the sword fire and turned his head sideways, and sneered: "How? Does this situation make you feel hopeless? Does it feel cruel to see your companion about to die for you?"

Yu Yunwen behind him took Zhen Shanshan's sword move, but there was Jia Renyi next to him. Yan Chengfeng is in danger of dying at any time after all.

Yan Qingming closed her eyes and lowered her head slightly, unable to bear to look at it again.

If the sword sound was not set up, Yan Qingming would definitely pounce without hesitation and live and die with Yan Chengfeng, advancing and retreating together. But now Yan Qing is standing in this sword array of life and death, as long as he shows signs of avoiding the battle and breaking out of the formation, the various formations will contain him and let him fall into a battle situation that is even more critical than Yan Chengfeng.

Yan Qingming, who closed her eyes, suddenly felt very incompetent. Since childhood, he has been familiar with the books of sages and sages, and has practiced swordsmanship day and night, but in the end, he can't even save everyone he wants to save, and he has to implicate others to die for himself.

In this short moment, he thought of Liu Yufeng, and thought of the young master of Jinling who was born with a Dao heart.

I heard that the young master of Jinling was able to survive because there were countless people with lofty ideals who sacrificed their lives to save him. During that years-long period of fugitives, 497 people with names and surnames died for him.

Will those young masters of Jinling also blame themselves, and will they also hate their own incompetence? A person who has carried so many lives and so many expectations, what kind of life does he have to live to be worthy of his life?

Is he dead or alive now? How good would it be if he was still alive. How good would it be if the Nine Emperor Princes could be safe tonight and could successfully stop this repetition of the killing in the future?

If... I can still live, if that jade brother can also live, we will definitely be very good friends, and the man who calls himself Lao Tzu with all his mouths closed, I also want to make friends with him...

Thinking of this, Yan Qingming slowly opened her eyes.

The light in his eyes has changed from the original calm and steady to a little scattered. It seems that he has lost his mind suddenly.

And so it is with his heart.

He seemed to hesitate, as if he was thinking:

I'm just over the age of weak, and I'm in the prime of my life, am I really going to die here tonight?

My father and mother are the only children, do I really want to choose this?

The end of the world, who sat in the wine shop as before, still didn't open his eyes. But he seemed to notice Yan Qingming's changes.

He said, "As long as you say that you are wrong tonight, I will keep you safe." ”

Asking the sword sound, his expression was slightly startled, and his gaze turned to the fallen people of the end of the world who were sitting in the same place. There was no other reaction.

Yan Qingming listened to the words of the fallen people at the end of the world, and her eyes froze. The eyes that were suddenly lost fell silent for a moment.

The throbbing heart also became calm in an instant.

He opened his lips and whispered: "In the past, there were real celebrities who carried swords out of Yanjing, and now they have two or three sons, and they don't regret Luoyang..."

"I—that's right!"

He paused slightly. He raised the sword of the master in his hand to his eyes, and looked at it carefully from the hilt to the tip of the sword.

The familiar light of the sword reflected in his eyebrows.

He smiled faintly. He put "Yan Return" in front of his eyes, and solemnly held the sword in his chest with both hands.

Such as holding a pillar of incense, kneeling in the world with great piety, worshipping ancestors, and respecting life and death.

There is a sky-high sword intent rising from the ground. The sword body of "Yan Returns" is scorching with arrogance, and the streamer is shining gold.

The sword-wielder raised his sword and shouted to the sky: "I'm not wrong!"

A "I'm not wrong" caused several bolts of lightning to break through the clouds, tearing the dark night sky into several pieces, and falling on the unknown land in the distance.

A deafening thunderclap resounded throughout Luoyang City. The sound of the lute coming from the cabin was completely drowned out.

Light rain, sudden change to heavy rain.

Forced to retreat a few steps by Yan Qingming's sword intent, he asked the sword sound, and looked at Yan Qingming from the end of the world. "Yan Returns" is being chopped down from Yan Qingming's hands like a pillar of heaven.

Electricity, rain, and sword light are intertwined, dazzling and terrifying.

But the sound of the sword is not alarming.

As the second greatest divine sword after the "Ling Xuan Sword Head", he has been born and died outside for his master all the year round, and he has seen countless big scenes, this scene is not very surprising to him.

There was only some regret in the eyes of the questioning sword. What he regrets is not the spirit of the young man in green who would rather die than regret it, but the sword intent of the young man in green that affects the wind and rain.

The green-clothed young man who took over his several swords was not very profound, but his mighty sword intent was extremely powerful, and if he cultivated more in the future, this green-clothed young man would definitely have a great future, and he might even enter the peak realm.

It's just a pity that this young man in green has no future. Since the young man in green met him tonight, he was destined to die by his sword.

He could see that the sword of the young man in green was the result of all his efforts, and he needed to go all out to take it. But if he goes all out, this green-clothed young man is afraid that he won't even be able to use the next sword.

He's waiting. Wait for the "return of the swallow" to be cut down, and wait for the last moment.

He felt that in this way, the brilliance carried by the last sword of the young man in green could last longer.

Just before the sword of the Yan Sect Master slashed to the top of the sword sound, the sword voice said coldly: "Wrong, it doesn't matter whether there is or not, it is only about success or failure;

The voice of the sword fell, and the sword in hand was already on the top.

The two swords crossed each other, and the sharp weapons neighed. Under the surging sword qi, the sword momentum of the sword was slightly declining, but the sword of the sword was slightly gritted, and a red light appeared on his face, and he quickly reversed it.

Ask the sword's feet, like a talented Yan Qingming, stepping into the earth. The difference is that Yan Qingming only has one finger deep at a time, while Ask Sword is two fingers deep at a time.

The clothes that were soaked all over their bodies floated up from the cold rain with the cold sword qi. The wet hair couldn't stop dancing back, making the already low and cold sword voice even more demonic.

He stared at the sword blade that Yan Qingming had slashed, and his right arm suddenly began to tremble slightly.

The four words were bitten out between the pursed lips: "It's time to finish!"