Chapter 12, Yan Nanfei

Pitch-black knives, pale hands.

Isn't black and white the closest colors to death? This man has these two colors on his body, and anyone who sees this person thinks that this person is simply the embodiment of death, as if this person was born as a harbinger of death.

On the sixth day of October, Fu Hongxue arrived in Panshi Town, although he did not have a light and dexterous carriage like Yuan Suiyun, nor did he have a first-class coachman, but he still had hands and feet, so he arrived in Panshi Town, only one day later than Lu Xiaofeng and Yuan Suiyun.

He lived in a small teahouse in Rock Town, which was overcrowded, and there could not have been a place for him to stay, but he was still a man with the means and abilities, so he found a place to live, and the place where he lived was known to only three people in the world.

Now he sat quietly in the dilapidated house, looking out the window.

Far away from the window was the bustling and lively downtown area, where there was laughter and laughter, people coming and going, but these seemed to him to have nothing to do with him, so he just glanced at the distance, and then looked down at the window.

There are flowers under the window, the flower name is Rose, and the faint fragrance of roses appears on the tip of Fu Hongxue's nose little by little, Fu Hongxue looked at the flowers in a daze, his person seems to be crazy, at this time, even if someone cuts off his head, he doesn't seem to react, but is he really crazy?

At this time, a very sharp flute sounded, the sound was like a ghost crying, the sound was quickly approaching, and it appeared near Fu Hongxue in an instant, Fu Hongxue still didn't react at all, he held a knife in his hand, and his eyes looked at the flowers outside the window, roses.

-- It was just an ordinary rose, why did Fu Hongxue pay so much attention to it? Could it be that there was some secret hidden in that rose? No one knew, at least for the time being.

The sound of the flute appeared at the door, and it came into the room through the door, Fu Hongxue sat quietly on the attic on the second floor and still didn't respond, and suddenly the flute stopped, but the footsteps had already appeared in Fu Hongxue's ears, and at this time Fu Hongxue was slowly shifting her gaze to look at the stairs not far away.

With a creak, the door of this room that had not been inhabited for a long time was opened, and a sound sounded, obviously the person who came was a little confused, but did not hesitate, and went directly up the stairs and appeared on the second floor.

Fu Hongxue was sitting on the second floor, so as soon as the person arrived on the second floor, he immediately saw Fu Hongxue, and also saw Fu Hongxue's hand, the right hand, holding the right hand that was as black as ink and like a demon-like knife.

The pupils of the person who came shrank sharply, it was obvious that he was very jealous of this knife, and he was also very jealous of Fu Hongxue, this is a swordsman who is thirty years old, he has a sword at his waist, a sword forged by the swordsmith of the Divine Soldier Valley, although there are people in the rivers and lakes who don't know this sword, but there are definitely not too many, this is a sword, and the person who holds this sword is a celebrity.

A celebrity holding a famous sword, it is naturally very eye-catching, but it is a pity that this person does not feel the slightest sense of attention, because Fu Hongxue's eyes do not seem to have the kind of respect that other people have for him, Fu Hongxue's eyes are very calm and even cold, just like seeing a slaughtered animal, there is no other feeling.

What kind of emotions should a person who is about to die at his own hands at any time? Fu Hongxue didn't know, he didn't have the slightest emotion.

The swordsman looked at Fu Hongxue, what expression should he have for a person who was about to kill him at any time? He thought about it, he originally thought that he was very angry or a little afraid, but unfortunately he didn't have this kind of emotion at all, he was only indifferent, indifferent to his own life.

Maybe he thought that he would not die in the hands of Fu Hongxue.

Fu Hongxue's people have already stood up, he has many meanings when he stands up, sometimes it means that he is leaving, but this time it is obvious that he doesn't want to leave, so he doesn't want to leave when he stands up this time, and the swordsman in Chinese clothes has already felt that the terrifying killing intent on Fu Hongxue's body is gradually overflowing, so this time he not only stood up not to leave, but to kill.

The swordsman in the Chinese costume was not in a hurry, nor was he panicked, but looked at Fu Hongxue with a very elegant and wise smile, he was waiting, waiting for Fu Hongxue to speak.

Fu Hongxue is not a person who likes to kill, but sometimes Fu Hongxue will kill, and when he has to kill, he will kill people, such as now, there is no doubt that the swordsman in front of him is a swordsman with outstanding swordsmanship, and he is also a rare celebrity in the martial arts, but he wants to kill this person today.

He looked at the person in front of him and said coldly, "I wasn't sure that you would come, but you still came." ”

The swordsman in the costume smiled slightly, he glanced at the sword on his waist, and then clapped his hands gently, and immediately there was a burst of floral fragrance, and two women with good figures soon appeared behind the swordsman in the fancy costume, one carrying wine and the other holding a cup.

The young man in Chinese clothes took the wine glass, took a sip of wine, and then looked at Fu Hongxue, who still had no expression on his face, and sighed: "I didn't plan to come, but I had to come." ”

Fu Hongxue said: "Why do you have to come?"

The young man in Chinese costume slowly handed the wine glass to the maid behind him, and sighed softly: "After all, I am still a celebrity, and I am also a celebrity who keeps my promises, so how can I not come? Not to mention that on October 15, the top of Huashan Ink Pouring Pond and Huashan Sword Saint Feng Qingyang are facing off, I don't know how many martial arts celebrities, top swordsmen and swordsmen in the world are gathered here, how can I be absent as a Rose Sword Yan Nanfei?"

Fu Hongxue didn't quite understand, but he finally understood one thing: "Yan Nanfei still keeps his promises, so he came." ”

It is not easy for a famous, powerful and handsome person to keep his word, but he wants to kill this extremely rare person in the rivers and lakes, he was silent, only silent for a while, he suddenly said: "You also want to watch the battle?"

Yan Nantian smiled faintly: "But how many people who practice swords don't want to see this peak duel?"

Fu Hongxue couldn't deny this, so he slowly sat down and said, "Okay, then I can give you another ten days, and after ten days, I will wait for you at this hour, and now you can go." ”

Yan Nantian looked at Fu Hongxue, his eyes were incomparably strange looking at Fu Hongxue, he had seen a lot of strange things in the rivers and lakes, and met a lot of strange people, but Fu Hongxue was definitely a very, very strange among the people he had met, he had never seen such a strange person, he obviously wanted to kill but gave people time again and again, if he didn't know that Fu Hongxue had to kill him, he would even think that Fu Hongxue didn't want to kill him.

He smiled, but did not move, his hand was already slowly on the hilt of the sword, his left hand waved at the same time, ordering the two maids to retreat, so the room became a house with only two people again, he looked at Fu Hongxue who looked up at him with a calm expression, and said lightly: "No need, since it is the same to die early and late, then why should I delay any longer? Not to mention that I will not be defeated at this time." ”

Fu Hongxue didn't speak, to be precise, he had nothing to say, if a person wanted to kill himself, what else could he do? Therefore, he could only stand up, look at Yan Nanfei and say, "You can draw your sword." ”

Yan Nanfei's hand was already holding the sword, he was a very insecure person, in his opinion, only he could rely on himself in heaven and earth, so he relied on the sword, he didn't have a real friend, but now he regretted a little, regretted why he didn't make a real friend before, regretted why he didn't drink a glass of wine with the swordsman in front of him who had a great chance to become his friend before fighting Fu Hongxue, but now he didn't think about anything, and he didn't dare to think about it.

He didn't want to die under Fu Hongxue's knife, so he didn't think about it, and he didn't dare to think about it.

He had seen Fu Hongxue's knife, and knew that Fu Hongxue's knife was extremely fast, it was simply not a knife in the world, he knew how terrible that knife was, under such a terrible knife technique, how could he think about it again?

His hand had already grasped the sword, and he already wanted to draw the sword in his heart, but the person did not draw the sword, he tried his best to stay calm and relaxed, looked at Fu Hongxue, and said, "Why don't you draw the sword first?"

Fu Hongxue didn't hesitate, he looked at Yan Nanfei and said lightly: "If I draw my sword, you won't have a chance to use the sword." His tone was still calm and indifferent, but no one who heard him would doubt his words, but would think that it was the truth.

Yan Nanfei didn't doubt it, but he still said coldly: "I have already lost once, that time I came out of the sword first, I Yan Nanfei didn't take advantage of anyone in my life, that time I came out of the sword first, this time I asked you to take the sword first." ”

Fu Hongxue didn't have the slightest expression on his face, he just looked at Yan Nanfei with a very cold look, he stared at Yan Nanfei for a long time, and then suddenly said, "Do you want to see my knife?"

Yan Nanfei didn't hesitate, he looked down at the worn-out long knife that was as black as ink, and immediately replied: "I am definitely not the only one who wants to see your knife, but I may be the first person who has really seen your knife." ”

Fu Hongxue couldn't deny this, if Yan Nanfei hadn't died, wouldn't he have seen his knife? But he didn't hesitate, he just said lightly to Yan Nanfei: "As you wish." Immediately the knife was unsheathed.

The knife was as black as ink, the hand was as pale as paper, and the knife was swung out to draw an elusive, indescribable perfect arc in mid-air, which seemed to be as open as the end of the world, and as ethereal and elusive as the bright moon.

Yan Nanfei already held the sword in his hand, holding his famous sword Rose, he was preoccupied and ready to deal with this blow, he knew that this sword might be the last thing he had ever seen in his life.

The knife has been swung out, this knife is the strongest knife, it is an invincible knife, this knife must have killed Yan Nanfei, but the knife is halfway, this is weird and unpredictable, just like a knife in the underworld was broken in the middle.

Fu Hongxue's eyes widened, looking at Yan Nanfei, the originally pale and dark face was suddenly gloomy as water, and the knife was still in his hand, but it did not cut off Yan Nanfei's head.

Yan Nanfei held the sword in his hand and the rose sword.

There was a faint scent of roses wafting in the air, Yan Nanfei also showed a very incredible look on his face, he was already desperate, he found that no matter what move he used, it was difficult to block that knife, he even thought that he was dead, but he found that he was not dead, and his sword was not out of the sheath.

He looked at Fu Hongxue with an extremely incredible look on his face, and then suddenly slowly pulled out the rose sword, smelled the fragrance of rose flowers on the sword, and said softly: "There is a tiger in the heart, smell the rose?"

He laughed and laughed, looking particularly proud, and his eyes became extremely cold and pleasant.

It seems that the incredulity in those eyes just now does not exist. (To be continued.) )