Martial arts long journey

Chapter 25
Watching the fierce battle between the middle-aged man Luo Hanshan and the old man in sackcloth Luo Jingtian, a trace of fear flashed in Zhou Yan's eyes, and he subconsciously lowered his head and buried himself in the snow.

Although Zhou Yan also practiced martial arts skills, even the poisonous skills of the thousand spiders and poisonous hands, he had never seen such a brutal, bloody, vicious life-and-death fight.

Whether it is because of interests or hatred, in short, bloody and tragic disputes are everywhere in the martial arts world.

For example, the middle-aged man Luo Hanshan who was facing life and death in front of Zhou Yan, and the old man in sackcloth Luo Jingtian.

Speaking of which, the relationship between Luo Hanshan and Luo Jingtian is absolutely extraordinary. They are not only from the same hometown, but even have the same ancestor for dozens of generations.

It is precisely because of the scramble for a Jade Slip of Inheritance that Luo Hanshan and Luo Jingtian, who are of the same family, have fallen to the current state of life and death.

The fierce battle between the middle-aged man Luo Hanshan and the old man in sackcloth Luo Jingtian undoubtedly taught Zhou Yan an impressive lesson:

The Jianghu martial arts are by no means what he yearns for as they seem. If he is not careful, he may be crushed in this vast quagmire of flesh and blood, and even the bones will not be left behind.

After a while, Zhou Yan just suppressed the fear in his heart, raised his head slowly again, and looked at the middle-aged man Luo Hanshan and the old man in sackcloth Luo Jingtian who were fighting fiercely.

At this moment, the fierce battle between Luo Hanshan and Luo Jingtian is coming to an end.

The two of them, who had fought fiercely for an unknown amount of time, already felt extremely exhausted both physically and mentally, and even their bodies were a little shaky, unable to stand firmly.

Judging from their previous evenly matched strengths, the two of them either gave up on their own, or they exhausted their strength and died together in this snowy forest.

"Let's fight, let's fight, it's best for you two to die together!"

Lying in the icy snow pit, Zhou Yan murmured secretly in his heart.

Whether the middle-aged man Luo Hanshan survived to the end, or the sackclothed old man Luo Jingtian survived, Zhou Yan would be in great danger.

For Zhou Yan, it would be the best result only for the two of them to die here together.

Not only will his own life not be threatened at all, but he will also be able to make a fortune.

The belongings of the two strong men in the Gang Qi realm naturally made Zhou Yan very jealous.

Just when Zhou Yan was praying for the two of them to perish together, the situation on the field suddenly changed.

But when the middle-aged man Luo Hanshan forced the old man in sackcloth Luo Jingtian to retreat with his sword, he also drew his sword back, and then formed a sword formula with his left hand, holding the sword and stabbing Luo Jingtian's chest.

Different from all the previous sword moves, at this moment, on the slender long sword in Luo Hanshan's hand, the originally glowing silver light suddenly turned into a withered yellow color.

Accompanied by the handing out of the slender long sword, whether it was Luo Jingtian who was the first to bear the brunt, or Zhou Yan who was hiding in the snow pit ten feet away, Dang even felt a sense of sadness emerge from his heart out of thin air, and tears could not help but flow from his eyes .

Under Luo Hanshan's sword full of sorrow, Luo Jingtian, who was sunk in it, instantly felt a sharp pain in his chest,

Looking down, Luo Hanshan's slender long sword pierced through his chest without knowing when.

"Xiao...Xiaoxiang Yeyu in the Eight...Eight Scenery Sword Style is really powerful!"

Looking at the face that was so close in front of him, Luo Jingtian lowered his head and murmured.

"However... my Cold Blood Palm is definitely not bad either!"

Then I saw Luo Jingtian suddenly raised his head, stretched out his right hand and slapped forward fiercely.

In the palm of his hand, there was a three-inch-long aura that exuded a cold aura, which suddenly imprinted on Luo Hanshan's chest.

Luo Jingtian knew that Luo Hanshan's Xiaoxiang Yeyu sword had completely pierced his heart, and he didn't have much time left to live.

Therefore, he directly burst out his last life, and slapped Luo Hanshan with a palm that killed him.

The result of this palm was that Luo Jingtian fell down on the snow without any breath, while Luo Hanshan fell to the snow with a slender long sword and did not know whether he was alive or dead.

At the same time, Zhou Yan, who was immersed in the sadness of Xiaoxiang Yeyu Sword Style, finally gradually regained his clarity.

"Really... Really die together?!"

Looking at Luo Jingtian, an old man in sackcloth who was lying flat on the ground with blood dripping from his chest, and Luo Hanshan, a middle-aged man who fell to the ground with his sword in his hand, Zhou Yan couldn't help thinking to himself.

However, even so, Zhou Yan still did not act rashly, but still quietly hid in the snow pit.

Because he really couldn't be sure whether the middle-aged man Luo Hanshan and the old man in sackcloth Luo Jingtian died together.

Half an hour later, seeing that the middle-aged man Luo Hanshan and the old man in sackcloth Luo Jingtian were still silent, Zhou Yan just slowly got up from the snow pit.

After turning the internal force of Thousand Spiders Myriad Poisonous Hands around his body to dispel some of the chill, Zhou Yan, who was standing still, fell into a dilemma.

He didn't know whether to return to Zhou's mine now, or to search Luo Jingtian and Luo Hanshan.

Returning directly to the Zhou family's ore is naturally the most prudent choice, but for Zhou Yan, the personal belongings of those two strong men in the Gang Qi realm are too tempting.

"Stick to death the bold, starve to death the timid!"

After hesitating for a while, Zhou Yan gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, he really couldn't give up the belongings of those two strong men in the Gang Qi realm.

Zhou Yan, who was fully alert, walked to the side of the old man in sackcloth Luo Jingtian, stared at Luo Jingtian's face, and carefully squatted down.

After that, Zhou Yan slowly stretched out his right hand, placed it on Luo Jingtian's nose and neck, and checked Luo Jingtian's breathing and pulse.

He didn't continue to walk towards the middle-aged man Luo Hanshan not far away until he confirmed that the old man in sackcloth Luo Jingtian was completely out of breath.

Just when Zhou Yan was about to confirm whether Luo Hanshan was truly dead, as he did just now, something happened suddenly.

I saw Luo Hanshan, who was holding a slender long sword and sitting on the snow with his head bowed, suddenly raised his head.

Such a sudden change made Zhou Yan freeze in place as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, staring blankly at Luo Hanshan's flat eyes.

At the same time, the middle-aged man Luo Hanshan did not hesitate at all. He instantly let go of his right hand holding the sword, locked Zhou Yan's neck, and captured Zhou Yan directly.

(End of this chapter)