Anthology of Gu Long: End of the World, Bright Moon, Knife

Chapter 17
He stared at Gongsuntu: "If you are one of these five poisons, you will smell a mysterious and strange fragrance at this time, and the flower soul of the blood rose will take your soul unconsciously."

Gongsuntu laughed loudly, and every scar on his face twisted and squirmed like poisonous snakes.

Yan Nanfei said, "You don't believe me?"

Gongsun Tu said: "There is a flower spirit on your sword, and there is also on my hook."

Yan Nanfei said, "What is there?"

Gongsun Tu said: "A vicious ghost."

His laughter cracked, and his smile was ferocious: "I don't know how many ghosts and ghosts who died under this hook are waiting for me to find a scapegoat for them, so that they can be reborn early."

Yan Nanfei said: "I believe, I can also imagine that what they want most is you."

Gongsun Tu said: "Why don't you make a move?"

Yan Nanfei said, "I've made a move!"

Gongsun Tu's smile disappeared, and the poisonous snake on his face seemed to be pinched seven inches at the same time, and immediately froze.

As expected, Yan Nanfei's sword had already begun to move. He moved very slowly, with a strange rhythm in his movements, just like the petals of a rose blooming in the spring breeze, without any deadly power at all.

Gongsun Tu sneered, the hook had already been struck, his shots were quick and accurate, countless life-and-death battles over the years had made him completely abandon those complicated and fancy moves; every move he struck was absolutely effective.

But his moves were suddenly caught up in the wonderful rhythm of Rose Sword, like sharp shells being caught up in the waves.

When the tide ebbed, all his attacks had lost their power.

Then he smelled a mysterious fragrance, and his eyes suddenly turned bright red, except for this bright red color, he couldn't see anything else, and it seemed like a red curtain suddenly dropped before his eyes.

His heartstrings vibrated, and he wanted to use the hook in his hand to pick apart the red curtain and pierce it, but his reaction was already slow, and his movements were already slow. When the bright red disappeared, the rose sword was already on his throat.

He suddenly felt that his throat was dry, his mouth was full of bitterness, and he was very tired, so tired that he almost vomited.

With a sound of "ding", his hook has fallen to the ground.

Yang Wuji let out a long breath, obviously he could also feel the mysterious pressure on the sword just now.

He has been learning swordsmanship for 40 years, yet he can't tell what kind of swordplay Yan Nanfei is using.

The man in Tsing Yi also exhaled, and murmured: "Is this the Heart Sword? Is there really a flower soul resurrected on the sword?"

Yan Nanfei said, "It hasn't been revived yet, it just happened to wake up once."

The man in Tsing Yi said movedly: "What if it is really resurrected?"

Yan Nanfei looked serious, and said slowly: "The flower soul is resurrected, my long-cherished wish is fulfilled, and I will die without regret."

Tsing Yi said humanely: "When the flower soul is resurrected, someone must die?"

Yan Nanfei said, "Death is certain."

Tsing Yi said: "Who died?"

Yan Nanfei said: "There are at least two people, one is me, and the other is..."

He didn't continue, and the man in Tsing Yi didn't urge him to continue.

There was a strange expression on the faces of the two of them at the same time, and they suddenly smiled at the same time.

Yan Nanfei smiled even more happily.

The Rose Sword was still on Gongsuntu's throat, and he knew that he would see Zhuo Yuzhen soon.

"Assemble the carriage and prepare the horse. First ask someone to send Ms. Zhuo to the carriage, and then send us out."

Gongsun Tu fully agreed to his condition.

Ming Yuexin stood up with a smile, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, this time they finally did not fail.

Xiao Siwu was still trimming his nails, his hands were still steady, but his cold eyes showed anxiety.

Because Fu Hongxue was still staring at him, even when Yan Nanfei made a move, his eyes never moved away.

Apart from the young man's hands, there seemed to be nothing else worth seeing in the world.

The backs of Xiao Siwu's hands had faintly exposed blue veins, as if he had used a lot of strength to keep his hands stable.

His movements were still very slow, and he didn't even change his posture. It was really not easy to do this.

Fu Hongxue suddenly said, "Your hands are very steady."

Xiao Siwu said indifferently: "It has always been stable."

Fu Hongxue said: "Your strike must be very fast, and after the saber is released, the saber itself will still change."

Xiao Siwu said: "Can you see that?"

Fu Hongxue nodded, and said: "I can see that you use three fingers to throw the knife, so you can leave a turning force on the edge of the knife. I can also see that you throw the knife with your left hand. Target."

Xiao Siwu said: "How can you tell?"

Fu Hongxue said: "The thumb, index finger and middle finger of your left hand are particularly strong."

Xiao Siwu smiled awkwardly, and said coldly: "Good eyesight."

Fu Hongxue said, "Good knife!"

Xiao Siwu proudly said: "This is a good sword!"

Fu Hongxue said: "Although it's a good knife, it's still not as good as Ye Kai."

Xiao Siwu's movements suddenly stopped.

Fu Hongxue finally stood up, and said: "Ye Kai's throwing knife is shot, at most there is only one person in the world who can crack it."

The veins on the back of Xiao Siwu's hands were more protruding, and he said, "Where's my saber?"

Fu Hongxue said lightly: "Now there are at least three people in this room who can break your knife!"

Xiao Siwu said: "Are you one of them?"

Fu Hongxue said, "Of course it is."

He turned around slowly and walked out without looking back.

Xiao Siwu watched him go out, unexpectedly he didn't move, and he didn't say another word.

The knife is here!Hands are there too!But his knife will never be taken lightly!

He was looking at the footprints on the ground and sneered.

The footprints were deep and were left by Fu Hongxue. When he walked out of this door, all the strength in his body had been concentrated.

Because he had to concentrate all his strength to guard against Xiao Siwu's sword.

But Xiao Siwu's saber did not make a move.

Fu Hongxue walked out the door, looked up to the sky, let out a long breath, and seemed to be very disappointed.

Not only disappointed, but worried.

He suddenly found that this boy was far more terrifying than anyone he had met in recent years!
He had already seen the young man's sword path clearly, and wanted to provoke the young man to make a move.

He can still catch the shot now, he is sure.

Who would have thought that this boy's calmness was colder and more terrifying than the knife in his own hand.

"If he makes another move in three years, am I still sure I can catch it?"

There was a neighing sound coming from the front, and the small courtyard was still very quiet. Fu Hongxue suddenly had an impulse to turn around and kill the boy, but he didn't look back.

He walked out slowly.

Walking ahead were Yan Nanfei and Gongsuntu.

The Rose Sword was still on Gongsuntu's throat, Yan Nanfei faced him and stepped back step by step.

Gongsuntu didn't want to face him, he closed his eyes, as if he was leading a blind man with a bamboo stick.

But this blind man is too dangerous, he must not relax for a moment.

Ming Yuexin was the last to walk out of the meditation room, and was about to speed up her pace to catch up with Fu Hongxue.

At this time Yang Wuji suddenly appeared beside her, and said, "Do you know what is behind that wall?"

Ming Yuexin shook her head.

Yang Wuji smiled and said, "You will know soon."

Seeing this man's smile, Ming Yuexin was already sweating coldly.

Yang Wuji took two steps back, nodded with a smile, at this moment, nine people suddenly appeared behind the short wall.

There were thirteen kinds of hidden weapons for nine people, at least three of each kind. The sound of bowstrings and machine reeds sounded at the same time, and more than [-] cold lights came over like a rainstorm.

Ming Yuexin's reaction was not slow, as soon as the bowstring rang, her movements had begun.

A blade of light flew over like lightning, sweeping away most of the hidden weapons for her.

She stretched her body and retreated to the left, none of the remaining hidden weapons could hit her.

She was secretly breathing a sigh of relief, a sword had pierced her right rib, and she almost didn't feel any pain at all.

The sword's edge was cold and sharp, and she felt a sudden chill, and saw a strange expression on Fu Hongxue's pale face, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pull her over.

Then she fell into Fu Hongxue's arms.

What Yang Wuji used was an ancient sword with pine patterns, the sword was out of its sheath at this moment, and the tip of the sword was still dripping with blood.

He stared at the blood on the tip of the sword, his face suddenly became expressionless.

One hit is sure to hit!
He had already calculated that Fu Hongxue would draw his sword, and he had already calculated where Ming Yuexin would dodge.

His sword was already there waiting.

Every detail of this matter has already been calculated by him, and he has already calculated that this blow must hit!
The nine people on the short wall had all disappeared, Fu Hongxue didn't chase after them, but just stared at Yang Wuji coldly.

Yan Nanfei also stopped, the hand holding the sword seemed to be shaking.

Yang Wuji suddenly said: "You better be careful, don't hurt him, if he dies, Zhuo Yuzhen will die too."

Yan Nanfei gritted his teeth, and said, "You are a famous swordsman, this is your Taoist temple, and you actually use such despicable means to plot against a woman here, what exactly are you?"

Yang Wuji said lightly: "I am Yang Wuji, I want to kill her!"

The man in Tsing Yi stood far away by the door of the meditation room, sighed and said: "If you want to kill someone, there is no taboo, Yang Wuji is indeed Yang Wuji!"

Yang Wuji said: "If I don't kill her now, I will miss this good opportunity, and I'm afraid there will never be a second time."

Fu Hongxue stared at him, holding the knife in one hand and the fainted Ming Yuexin in the other.

He could feel that Ming Yuexin's body was getting cold gradually.

Yang Wuji said: "You want to avenge her?"

Fu Hongxue didn't say another word, and started to back away.

Yan Nanfei looked at Ming Yuexin in his arms, and then at Gongsuntu who was under his sword.

Gongsuntu still had his eyes closed, his face with intertwined scars looked like a mask.

Yan Nanfei suddenly started to back away.

Yang Wuji was not surprised either, and said calmly: "The carriage has been harnessed, and Zhuo Yuzhen is already waiting in the carriage, I wish you all the best of luck."

Yan Nanfei couldn't help but said, "Aren't you afraid that I'll kill Gongsuntu after getting in the car?"

Yang Wuji said: "Why should I be afraid? What does Gongsun Tu's life and death have to do with me?"

He suddenly turned around and walked towards the meditation room, and when he reached the door, he grabbed the man in Tsing Yi: "Come on, let's go play chess."

The man in Tsing Yi nodded immediately, and said with a smile, "I came here to play chess."

Sure enough, the horses and chariots were set up, and a young woman who was pregnant with Liujia was sitting in a corner with her head bowed and weeping.

Fu Hongxue got into the car with Ming Yuexin, but the Qiangwei sword was still at Gongsuntu's throat.

Yan Nanfei said sharply, "Open your eyes and look at me!"

Gongsun Tu immediately opened his eyes.

Yan Nanfei stared at him and said bitterly, "I wanted to kill you."

Gongsun Tu said: "But you will not make a move, because you are Yan Nanfei who promises so much."

Yan Nanfei stared at him fiercely for a long time, then suddenly kicked his stomach.

Gongsuntu's body immediately bent down like a shrimp, and tears, snot, and cold sweat flowed out together.

Yan Nanfei didn't even look at him anymore, turned around and faced the coachman in front, and said, "Hit the horse and go forward, don't stop for a moment, if you want to play tricks, you'd better not forget that my sword is with you behind."

The carriage is spacious, the seat is soft, and the driving technique is excellent.

This is a very pleasant carriage, but no one in the carriage is happy.

Fu Hongxue suddenly said: "I should have killed Xiao Siwu."

Yan Nanfei said, "You didn't make a move."

Fu Hongxue said: "Because I have scruples, so..."

Yan Nanfei said, "That's why you are slow."

Fu Hongxue nodded slowly, and said, "If you want to kill someone, there is absolutely no taboo. If you miss the opportunity, it will never come again."

He spoke slowly, as if every word had been carefully chewed.

Yan Nanfei was silent for a long time before he sighed and said, "My chance to kill Gongsuntu is probably running out."

Fu Hongxue said: "Fortunately, Ming Yuexin is not dead, and Miss Zhuo is safe and well."

Zhuo Yuzhen, who was sitting in the corner, had suppressed her tears, looked at him, and suddenly said, "You are Fu Hongxue?"

Fu Hongxue nodded.

Zhuo Yuzhen said: "I haven't met you, but I often hear Qiu...Brother Qiu talks about you, he often says that you are the only friend he can trust, and he also says..."

Fu Hongxue said, "Say what?"

Zhuo Yuzhen said sadly: "He took care of me repeatedly, and if something happened to me when he couldn't take care of me, he would ask me to find you, so he explained your appearance very carefully."

She lowered her head again, weeping and said:
"Unexpectedly, now I am still alive, but he has..."

At this point, she was sobbing so hard that she simply fell on the seat and burst into tears.

She is a beautiful woman, and her beauty belongs to the delicate and delicate type, which is the easiest to be pitied and sympathized with.

Although Ming Yuexin was smart and strong, if Fu Hongxue hadn't stopped the bleeding for her in time, she would probably have passed away by now.

Yan Nanfei looked at them, and couldn't help but sigh softly: "No matter what, we finally have an explanation to Master Qiu."

Fu Hongxue said, "No explanation!"

Yan Nanfei was surprised: "No?"

Fu Hongxue stared at the woman beside him like a blade, and said coldly, "This girl is not Zhuo Yuzhen, definitely not."

(End of this chapter)