The moon rose in the west, and a simple knife fell from the top of the mountain, with two thick palms on the hilt.

That's right, it's not the thick hands that hold a Pu knife, but the Pu knife that carries a person down from the top of the mountain.

Give people a feeling that that person is superfluous, and only that knife is enough.

That person was indeed superfluous, and there was only that knife in everyone's eyes.

The momentum of the knife was restrained and did not spread, as the knife fell, the snowflakes falling in the sky did not escape quickly, but still maintained their original state of decline, a snowflake touched the sharp tip of the knife, and was quickly cut in half, but there was no other change, as if it was naturally cracked or as fluttering as the original.

In people's perception, even the fastest sword, no matter how fast the knife is, it can't cut through a naturally falling snowflake and still make its position not deviate in the slightest, but the Pu knife that fell from the top of the mountain did it.

The speed of the Pu knife slashed from the top of the mountain, according to common sense, it was far from being as fast as the feather arrows fired by those full military bows and arrows, but the Pu knife obviously exceeded this common sense.

From the time everyone saw the knife to the time the knife fell in front of everyone, the Sky Feather Arrow had just flown to the highest arc it could reach.

Yang Hejiu didn't take out the sword, because he knew that this sword was not coming at them, so he just looked at the person quietly, and he confirmed that he had not seen the knife, nor had he seen the person.

But the sister and brother surnamed Jiang frowned at the same time.

That knife slashed down at the rain of arrows!

The autumn water flies on both wrists, and the ice flowers are scattered all over the body.

From falling from the top of the mountain to slashing at the rain of arrows in the sky, this knife has accumulated infinite power, and what is even more terrifying is that the aura of heaven and earth carried by it has not been dispersed at all, and it is still so full. It was as if the knife had never traveled the distance from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, but had slashed directly in front of everyone.

It's not overtly rude. There is no murderous spirit, and there is no cold crying ghosts, but the picture looks extremely beautiful.

It is difficult to associate the knife with beauty, the knife is often known for its majesty and heroism, even if everyone does not want to admit it, but this knife is so beautiful.

This knife is as delicate as silk and as beautiful as poetry.

The blade danced in a rain of arrows, and the wrist fluttered with the hilt.

Everyone seemed to see the simple knife carved on the sky feather arrows, as meticulous as the most delicate and dedicated craftsman.

Even the soldiers who had already rushed out of the cave with the rain of arrows shot forgot to attack again, and instead stared at the incredible picture in front of them with wide eyes.

That knife was too fast, and in front of that Pu knife, the rain of arrows fell at a ridiculously slow speed.

That knife is so beautiful, so beautiful that even a woman like Jiang Ming who can cover a country is dwarfed by comparison.

I'm afraid no one would believe that a woman of national color would lose her color in front of a wild-looking Pu knife.

People and things should not be compared, but people are used to comparing with most things, including this knife, even Jiang Ming himself feels ashamed.

The snowflakes were clearly not in the target of the knife, except that a few pieces occasionally landed on the blade, being quickly sliced and then slowly landed.

It wasn't supposed to be a battle, but more like a crowd of spectators watching an artist perform in the moonlight in the snow, and the soldiers felt that shooting and arrows in front of the show would spoil the beauty.

Xu Changan had already poked his head out of the long black box, and the monk was also staring at the knife obsessively, his eyes glowing like watching a beauty.

The cold wind still blows, and the knife still dances.

The moonlight reflected on the body of the knife, and the surrounding area was reflected in a bright and dazzling piece, which undoubtedly added to the beauty of the knife.

Even if he was as strong as Yang Hejiu, he didn't feel the slightest aura fluctuation from that knife, and he could be so restrained and so strong!

It seems that a long time has passed, and there is only one knife from beginning to end.

A knife rises, a knife falls. The clouds are also discolored, and so is the moon.

In the ups and downs of this knife, everyone seemed to have a dream at the same time, like a fantasy and a dream bubble.

It wasn't until the rain of arrows and snowflakes fell that the knife was recovered.

The knife was retracted into its sheath, and everyone looked at the man at the same time.

In the moonlight, on one side is the Chu army carrying spears and crossbows, on the other hand, Xu Changan and his party are all carrying guns and swords, and the person in the middle of the team on both sides is carrying a simple knife on his waist, and a three-foot long sword that has long been rusted on his back, the long sword on his back is wrapped and bound by chains, and the scabbard has long been rusted, and I don't know if it can be pulled out again.

More people still care about the origin of the sword on his back than the appearance of a middle-aged man.

The scene was deadlocked, and the officer on the opposite side looked embarrassed. Xu Changan was even more puzzled, and couldn't help asking, "Who is that person?

"Nine-foot Tianhe three-foot sword, the first swordsman in Chu State. It seemed that she was thinking about how to report his name, and after a while, the woman Jiang Ming said softly: "His original name was Chu Weiyan, and now his name is Yan Weichu." ”

"First swordsman, but his sword is rusty, and he just used a knife. Xu Changan kept talking, forgetting what kind of situation he was in, and then asked: "Since he is the number one swordsman of the Chu State, why did he save us? It should be the Chu army in front of him, right? And what's the name?"

"It is said that he made a bet with someone that he would never use a sword again in this life and pronounce his name backwards. Jiang Ming returned.

Xu Changan was speechless, this kind of bet is very common, when I was in Sifang City, there were often two men with blushing faces and thick necks shouting What if you do something with Lao Tzu and your surname, write your name upside down or something, but this kind of bet is all a joke, I didn't expect this person to really do it.

And looking at the degree of rust of the sword behind him, I'm afraid it's not a matter of a year or two.

The officer quickly stepped forward and saluted, and said with some embarrassment: "Lord Yan, this... What do you mean by that?"

The middle-aged man was expressionless, unkempt, his clothes hadn't been changed for a long time, and a pair of shoes were even more black in the eyes of everyone. The snowflakes fell on him and were even stained with dirt, and it was difficult for such a sloppy person to associate with beauty.

Everyone was a little puzzled, was the knife just now cut by this person?

The middle-aged man spoke: "If that person is moved, you have to consider your plan to be an enemy of Beichang." ”

The voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if it had been squeezed out of the throat. From the moment the knife was retracted from its sheath and the sight of this man, a series of disappointments hit everyone very hard.

Especially that monk, I thought that such a beautiful knife must be from the hands of a stunning woman, at least it shouldn't be worse than Jiang Mingcai beside me, but I didn't expect it to be such a good person, recalling the thoughts in his mind just now, the monk suddenly began to retch.

"Beichang, those people are from the Dachang Dynasty?" The officer was unbelievable at first, and then noticed that something was wrong and then persuaded him bitterly: "If you are from Beichang, why do you choose to take a detour so secretly, Lord Yan should not be deceived by that person." ”

He ignored the officer's doubts, just as he had done ten years ago with the man who had ignored his invitations to war and gambling.

Even Jiang Ming could guess that the other party was from the Spirit Academy when he saw Yang Hejiu's sword, how could this first swordsman of the Chu State not know? So when he saw the sword on the top of the mountain, he didn't hesitate to make a sword.

The two countries of Qi and Chu are about to go to war, and offending the Dachang Dynasty at this time is obviously a disaster.

If he hadn't cared about these ten years ago, not fighting in the face of a sword of heaven would definitely damage the dignity of the sword on his back.

But now his name is Yan Weichu, he is no longer the man with only a sword on his back, he is already half a hundred middle-aged, he has the Chu State behind him, for his own country, he can let go of the dignity that was once trampled in the dirt.

turned to look at Xu Changan and his party, and said lightly: "Leave your name." ”

Xu Changan was slightly stunned, and hurriedly shrunk back into the long black box and said timidly: "Xu... Xu Chang'an. ”

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The middle-aged man suddenly felt a little itchy in his hands, not because he had met an opponent worthy of a sword, but because he really wanted to stab this stinky boy to death now.

Everyone was even more speechless, how could this kid be like rushing to reincarnate, and preemptively report his name in front of the other party, isn't it just rushing to reincarnate?

Do you really think you're the protagonist? Do you really think that people stopped that round of arrow rain because you kid is here?

The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth couldn't help twitching, and he spoke again: "I remember your name, and one day you may regret it." But I'm asking about another one. ”

Xu Changan came out again, and before waiting for the day that the man said, he would start to regret it now. His eyes stared at Pu Dao, who was being picked up by that man, and he suddenly felt as if he had done the most idiotic thing in his life.

The gates of hell were already crowded, so why did he choose to cut in line? The young man couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"Yang Hejiu. ”

The middle-aged man nodded, "I remember your name and that sword, keep your life and sword, and come out of Wangshulou alive." ”

Everyone was puzzled, the meaning of these words was obviously a declaration of war, but why didn't the declaration of war choose now?

Yang Hejiu is already seriously injured, taking advantage of your illness to kill you, this kind of simple truth can't be understood after living for half a lifetime?

If the positions of the two are reversed, Xu Changan will definitely persuade Yang Hejiu to solve the other party as soon as possible.

But everyone won't understand that part of the reason why that person didn't choose to make a move here and now was because Yang Hejiu was already seriously injured. He will not respect his opponent, but he will respect the opponent's sword, which is the dignity of being the sword of heaven, and dignity cannot be desecrated.

In his opinion, the sword is used to protect his dignity, so first of all, the sword must have dignity, and he thinks that the sword in Yang Hejiu's hand is very dignified.

"If ten years ago, you and I would have had a war, and you would have died. The middle-aged man continued.

Yang Hejiu thought carefully for a while, then nodded and said very approvingly: "I just opened the mountain ten years ago, and I am indeed going to die." ”

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Everyone couldn't help but laugh, and after Yang Hejiu's serious answer, Yang Hejiu's serious answer was more like watching a joke.

The middle-aged man couldn't help blinking his shriveled eyes, then licked his lips, and was about to be angry when he saw the other party's serious eyes. He knew that the look was definitely not mocking, but just agreeing with his own point of view and explaining a fact.