Chapter 67: Knife to Sword

It was not yet dusk, but the sunset was already red, as red as a burning flame.

At sunset, by the ancient road, in the gazebo.

Shen Xingzhi was dressed in black, he squinted his eyes and gently wiped the knife in his hand.

The person he was waiting for could appear at any moment.

A cold wind blew from outside the gazebo.

Shen Xingzhi opened his eyes, and his eyes showed a sharp cold glow.

At this moment, there is one more person in the pavilion, a man in white.

No one except the man in white himself knew whether he had followed the breeze into the pavilion or had arrived before the breeze had even arrived.

He was dressed in white, whiter than snow, whiter than white clouds.

The man in white held a sword and looked lonely.

Shen Xingzhi glanced at the other party without waves, and then said slowly: "Second Young Master of Divine Sword Villa, Divine Sword Son Dong Wei?"

"Not bad!"

Dong Wei nodded, his eyes were cold, and he replied lightly: "Shen Xingzhi, the master of the sword?"

His voice was cold and unemotional.

Hearing this indifferent and ruthless voice, Shen Xingzhi couldn't help but stand up. He felt as if this pavilion was covered with sword light, which made people shudder.

Shen Xingzhi asked softly, "Why are you here?"

Dong Wei replied in a low voice: "I'll kill you!"

Shen Xingzhi's face tightened, and he said in a deep voice: "You're not here to kill me!

Dong Wei replied coldly: "You are not as good as me! The person who died in this duel must be you!"

The two of them must be a life-and-death struggle. Martial arts can be superior and inferior, but duels are bound to be life and death.

Shen Xingzhi is not as good as Dong Wei, and his hope of surviving in this decisive battle is less than thirty percent.

What's more, Dong Wei has obtained Lin Xuan's swordsmanship, and his swordsmanship has improved, and he can't deal with it at all.

Shen Xingzhi sighed, and replied faintly: "Your heart is dead, your current sword can't deal with me at all!

Dong Wei's face sank, and he became extremely pale in an instant, and he nodded: "Yes! I'm here to seek death!"

On the back of Shen Xingzhi's hand holding the knife, the green tendons were already bulging, and he sighed long: "Since that day, I have been waiting for this day, if I can't fight with the unparalleled Divine Sword Boy in the world, I won't be able to die!

Dong Wei's eyes showed a look of reminiscence, and the whole person was a little melancholy, he exhaled, and then spoke: "Why?"

Shen Xingzhi looked at Dong Wei with a complicated expression, and he replied in a low voice: "I have lost once in my life, and I have only lost once in your hands, I want to win back!"

Dong Wei smiled dumbly, but his voice was very cold, like a cold ice spring: "You and I didn't make a move that time, so we didn't count at all!"

"Forget it......"

"Let's go......"

Shen Xingzhi turned around, he shook his head helplessly, and the whole person looked a little gloomy.

It was harder for him to say such things than to let him die.

Because he is a man who keeps his promises, he is willing to pay any price for his promises, including his life.

And now, he has broken the contract.

"My knife doesn't kill the dead, I hope you won't let me down next time!"

The sunset above the sky suddenly darkened.

"Stop!"

"Who said my heart is dead?"

The sword on Dong Wei's waist seemed to have life, and it made a clanging sword sound.

Shen Xingzhi felt a strong murderous aura appear behind him, a cold killing intent like ten thousand years of ice.

The killing intent is invisible, but it is real.

The killing intent behind him is extremely strong, and at least more than 100 people can be killed to have this killing intent.

Shen Xingzhi turned around, he knew that the person he was waiting for had already arrived.

"You're not as good as me...... Why rush to die?"

Dong Wei has no gratitude, no pity, his true qi and mental state are constantly improving.

He could even feel the leap of the long sword at his waist.

For him, no matter what kind of sword, it can kill!

Dong Wei said coldly: "I only have one swordsmanship!"

Shen Xingzhi clenched the knife in his hand, and the strength on it deepened: "What sword technique?"

Dong Wei replied softly: "Murderous swordsmanship!"

Shen Xing's face changed, and he snorted lightly: "You may not be able to kill me!"

Dong Wei raised his head, a strange glint flashed in his eyes, and he said with a smile: "Is it?"

Dusk is no longer dusk, and the endless night is about to fall.

The gazebo is still the same, no change.

Shen Xingzhi did not use the sword, and Dong Wei did not use the sword.

None of them made a move, because they were waiting.

They are waiting for their true qi and spirit to reach the peak.

The moment they really reach their peak, they'll make a move.

Whoever reaches the top first will strike first.

They will never hesitate, because they all know that neither will give the other a chance.

The breeze came slowly, and Shen Xingzhi's face was cold.

He looked at Dong Wei and suddenly felt that Dong Wei seemed to have turned into the wind.

He stood in front of him and didn't move, but he seemed to be part of the wind.

Heaven and earth fell silent for a moment.

A brilliant sword light suddenly appeared in the gazebo.

Dong Wei took out the sword, and the end of the sword was Shen Xingzhi's throat.

Shen Xingzhi raised his hand slightly, and at the same time pulled out the knife in the scabbard.

Knife in the sunset, in the gazebo.

They shot almost at the same time, and almost no one could see their moves.

The white sword qi filled the entire pavilion, and then an unstoppable sword appeared in the pavilion!

Clang!

Swords and swords collided, and sparks flew everywhere.

The sword light suddenly disappeared, and the sword light suddenly stopped.

Shen Xingzhi's expression changed as he stared at the knife in his hand, his knife was dead, and the sword in Dong Wei's hand had already outperformed the knife in his hand.

This is a battle of life and death, victory is life, defeat is death.

Other words......

The breeze is blowing.

At this time, the sky was darker, and all the light in the heavens and the earth was concentrated on the sword and sword in the pavilion.

Shen Xingzhi's face suddenly showed a helpless expression, he could already see that in the four changes below, Dong Wei's sword would definitely pierce his throat.

Four changes pass in a flash.

Shen Xingzhi's heart was cold.

Now, no one can change his fate, not even Shen Xingzhi himself.

The distance between the two people is close at hand.

Dong Wei's sword was getting closer and closer to him, and he also swung the knife in his hand with all his strength.

This is the only and last move, and it is the moment that determines life and death!

Shen Xingzhi's sword was a step slower, and before his knife slashed Dong Wei, Dong Wei's sword must have taken his life.

Now the sword could pierce his chest and throat at any moment, and no force in the world could stop it.

But at this time, he suddenly found that Dong Wei's sword was deviated, maybe it was only a deviation of one or two breaths, but it was already the distance between life and death.

Dong Wei's sword slowed down!

However......

When Shen Xingzhi really reacted, the knife in his hand could no longer be recovered.

The dusk disappeared completely, the sunset also turned into night, and Dong Wei finally fell.

When the moon fell, the heavens and the earth became cold and dark.

Shen Xingzhi took a deep breath, and he suddenly felt an indescribable loneliness.

They are obviously enemies of life and death, but now he hopes that the person who dies is himself.

Shen Xingzhi threw down a blood-colored mask, then put away Dong Wei's sword and picked up his corpse.

The sword is cold, and the bones are cold.

But the coldest thing is Shen Xingzhi's heart!

Dong Wei's last sword he can't take!

It stands to reason that after seeing that sword, he Shen Xingzhi is already a corpse.

Dong Wei is indeed dead, this person's heartbeat and breathing have stopped, and his hands and feet are cold.

It should have been Shen Xingzhi who died, not him.

But...... Dong Wei is dead!

The last sword he was going to kill slowed down!

And I couldn't stop the knife!

A master like him would never make such a low-level mistake, so the answer is conceivable.

He...... Death!

Since you are begging for death...... Why did you agree to this decisive battle?

Why?

"You won?"

Shen Xingzhi turned his head and saw the bloody man with a red mask.

Shen Xingzhi's face turned pale and glanced at the corpse in his arms, and he asked puzzledly, "Why?"

The Bloody Hand Boy's face was gloomy, and he said softly: "Ever since Liang Xue Ji died, his heart has died with him. I asked you to kill him, just to stir up his fighting spirit through you......"

"A real him, although he is a little cold-blooded, is not a walking dead after all......"

Bloody Hands' eyes were bloodshot and tearful, and he sighed wistfully.

"It's just a woman......"

"I don't know how many young and beautiful women in the world adore him, but he ......"

"He's not that kind of person...... In the past, he only had a sword in his heart, and he didn't have any feelings......"

Shen Xingzhi's face was a little ugly, he thought that Dong Wei and himself were the same kind of people, and it was impossible for people like them to seek death for inexplicable reasons.

His face was full of doubt, and his eyes were full of puzzlement: "Why?"

Why would a character like Dong Wei seek death for a woman?

The Bloody Hand didn't reply, as if he didn't know how to answer, he just sighed deeply: "How did he die?"

Shen Xingzhi remembered what had happened before, and he said loudly: "I should have died under his sword, but his sword speed has slowed down, and I don't have time to retract my sword......"

Bloody Hands Boy's eyes flashed, and he immediately asked, "Something went wrong with his last sword?"

Shen Xingzhi nodded: "Yes!"

The Bloody Hand looked thoughtful, and after a moment he asked, "Can't you dodge that sword?"

Shen Xingzhi nodded, recalling the previous scene, he still had palpitations: "There are very few people in the world who can dodge that sword, at least I can't!"

The bloody hand shook his head bitterly: "But he didn't kill you with that sword!"

Shen Xingzhi let out a breath, and he replied with a complicated expression: "If that sword is really struck, I will definitely die! It's a pity that at the last moment, his sword slowed down!"

The Bloody Hand sneered: "Just for a woman?"

Shen Xingzhi pondered for a long time, and he said softly: "Maybe......"

"Ryōyukihime...... Is she that scary?"

There was an indescribable loneliness and sadness in his eyes: "I'd rather die than I'm the one who would rather die!"

Life is already full of contradictions, and it is even more difficult to distinguish between gains and losses.

Sometimes I think of the bruises all over my body, and I think of the scars, but I can't guess the ending.

The moonlight of the alluring city can't withstand the fireworks and is easy to cold, wandering on the long river of time, smiling and watching the years fall from your fingers.

Looking back suddenly, the fragrance of the moment is already colorful.

That's life......

It's like you're rowing a wooden boat and you're walking alone, and you never know what awaits you.

Whether it is the bitter cold wind, or the prosperity and splendor.

Neither of them spoke anymore, they were silent for a long time in the cold wind, and after a long time, the Bloody Hand Boy slowly asked, "In what capacity did you kill him?"

Shen Xingzhi raised his head, he stared at the bloody hand, his eyes flickered, and it took a long time before he replied.

"The decisive battle between the Sword Boy and the Excalibur Boy is ...... outside Sanssouci City"

"Both of them died together......"

"I'm also the one who died once, so let the name go with him......"

The Bloody Hand was a little surprised, he never thought that this would happen: "This is your choice?"

"Not bad!"

Shen Xingzhi bowed his head, his face full of regret: "This is the last respect for him......"

The Bloody Hand Boy pondered for a long time, and after a long while, he spoke: "You send his corpse back to the Divine Sword Villa, and after the matter is completed, you will not owe me anything!"

Shen Xingzhi nodded, he killed the person, and it was only appropriate for him to do this kind of thing.

But then he asked, "In what capacity should I send him?"

The Bloody Hand took off the mask on his face, she passed the mask to Shen Xingzhi, and then sighed lightly: "In the name of the Bloody Hand, ......"