in the edge

Chapter 14 Yang Sanlang

The bright moon rises into the sky, and its color is as bright as blood, which makes people crazy.

After glancing at the spears on the ground, Du Chengfeng stood up.

With a distance of three feet, the two men stood facing each other.

One holds a javelin in one hand.

On the other hand, it is bare-handed.

"pick up."

The man named Yang Sanlang clenched the spear in his hand.

"I told you to pick up the weapon, didn't you hear?"

"did not hear."

Glancing at the mountains of weapons around him, Du Chengfeng just shook his head.

"Why did you pick it up? Because after I also picked up a weapon, this matter became a contest? It can make you look like a man? Forget it, if you really want to fight me head-on, Then when I fell asleep before, who was trying to kill me?"

"you……"

Yang Sanlang couldn't help clenching his teeth.

The second spear came out, this time it was not aimed at any feet, the sharp spear roared out, and the tip of the spear pointed directly at Du Chengfeng's chest!
Once upon a time, it was a powerful shot that nailed to the ground that daring lunatic who dared to insult the ancestors of the Yang family. It was this must-kill shot that made him Yang Sanlang famous in Jizhou, and even became a The leader of the younger generation of the Yang family.

But now, facing the shot he was proud of, Du Chengfeng just turned sideways and easily avoided it.

Then, he strode towards him.

Without a knife, an axe, or any weapon, and he didn't even pick up the thrown spears on the ground, Du Chengfeng just walked over with his bare hands.

Facing Yang Sanlang's third throwing gun.

This made Yang Sanlang retreat five steps in a row.

He retreated five steps in a row, and then advanced five steps in a row, and when he rushed to the last step, Yang Sanlang twisted his waist and turned his hips, and the throwing spear in his hand was released again.

This time, with the strength of the run-up, Yang Sanlang's throwing spear was as fast as lightning, which was far faster than the last throwing spear, and even the body of the gun made of solid wood became weaker because of the extremely high speed. Vague.

Only the whistling wind blowing past his ears could prove the existence of this throwing gun.

However, this gust of wind only blew Du Chengfeng's lapel.

Just turning sideways, Du Chengfeng once again dodged the spear throwing.

The fourth throwing spear was taken out of the backpack by Yang Sanlang, and the distance between the two sides had also been shortened from three feet to one foot.

This time, the throwing gun flew out in a whirl.

If the previous throwing spears were all about piercing a point, then the fourth throwing spear is now sweeping across a flat surface. The roaring gun body has turned into a vicious long stick. Its huge strength can even break a leg with one blow. bone.

This time, Du Chengfeng finally couldn't be calm anymore.

Facing the oncoming spears, he had to put his feet on the ground and jump in mid-air, so as to dodge the sweep of the spears.

At this time, Yang Sanlang, who was holding the fifth throwing spear, had already rushed forward and stabbed Du Chengfeng fiercely in the chest.

The old strength is old and the new strength has not yet been born. Du Chengfeng, who is jumping in the air at this moment, is at a time when it is difficult to dodge, but Yang Sanlang, who is following the fourth throwing spear, rushes forward, this time, he regards the throwing spear in his hand as a short The spear, pointed at by the point of the spear, has already sealed off all the space for Du Chengfeng to twist his body.

This shot is inevitable!

However, at this moment, Yang Sanlang suddenly felt that something grabbed his shoulder.

It was a pair of strong hands.

"what?"

thump—

It was only a moment of absence, but Yang Sanlang's vision was already spinning.

The spine hit the hard ground, and Yang Sanlang felt that his bones were about to be broken, and the force of the back of his head hitting the ground made him dizzy for a while. It seems to have been lying on the ground?
Wait, what is he here for?

"you……"

Thinking of his purpose of coming this time, Yang Sanlang glanced around quickly.

But he found that the strong refugee named Du Chengfeng he wanted to assassinate was squatting beside him, looking down at his face.

"It seems to be quite useful..."

Du Chengfeng, who was talking to himself, noticed Yang Sanlang's gaze, but shook his head.

"Sorry, I didn't mention you."

"you……"

Yang Sanlang, who was seriously injured, was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

But just when Yang Sanlang was about to spray the blood on Du Chengfeng's face, Du Chengfeng stood up.

"Okay, if you have nothing to do, just get up. Your uncle is still waiting for you to go back."

"you……"

The blood sprayed in the air fell down, but it was stuck on Yang Sanlang's own face.

This made Yang Sanlang close his eyes.

"Kill me."

As Yang Sanlang said this, he simply let go of the last spear in his hand.

"Kill me. Since I can't kill you, then you can kill me. Anyway, I was the one who brought you here, and I was the one who sent you to die. Now that you are not dead, you survived, so I will If you can't kill you, then kill me."

Having said that, Yang Sanlang clenched his teeth.

"A man is a man, one person does things and one person is responsible, the wronged person has the head and the debtor, you... what are you doing! Where are you going!"

Hearing the sound of footsteps in his ears, Yang Sanlang quickly opened his eyes and got up.

But he saw that Du Chengfeng didn't even mean to pay attention to him, and just went back to his own courtyard.

That figure even turned its back to him.

"What do you mean! What do you mean!"

Holding back the pain in his body, Yang Sanlang grabbed the throwing spear that he had released.

"Come back! Come back to me! Du Chengfeng, come back to me!"

The last spear was finally thrown out, but the severely injured body could no longer exert much strength. The spear spun twice in mid-air, and finally fell to the ground powerlessly.

This last spear was not even able to throw a foot.

But that figure from the back is getting further and further away.

Didn't even glance back.

"Come back! Come back and kill me!"

Yang Sanlang, whose face was covered with blood, stared angrily.

"Come and kill me! Why don't you kill me! Why! Why don't you kill me! Why!"

But no matter how hoarse Yang Sanlang yelled, that figure never looked back, as if all this was just the sound of insects chirping in the small courtyard at midnight, just a boring noise.

This can't help but make Yang Sanlang furious.

"Du Chengfeng!"

Yang Sanlang shouted to the sky outside the small courtyard door.

"Why don't you kill me! Do you just look down on me like that! You just look down on me, Yang Sanlang!"

……

In the dark room, there was no sound.

Obviously he didn't get an answer, but Yang Sanlang was paralyzed on the ground as if his spine had been removed.

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