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

Chapter 20 Where is the bright moon (1)
The night was darker, and the land was dark.

Because there is no bright moon tonight.

Is the bright moon tonight dead?

Yan Nanfei rode his horse and galloped, while Fu Hongxue sat beside him without moving.

Gorgeous carriage, heavy carriage.

"Why do we have to take the car?"

"Because we have a car!"

"The horse is tired. A tired horse can't carry two people, but it can pull a cart!"

"Because the cart has wheels?"

"good."

"We also have legs, why can't we walk by ourselves?"

"Because we are also tired, our strength must stay."

"Stay to kill?"

"As long as there are people to kill, as long as there are people to kill."

The peacock is dead.

Peacock Villa is no longer Peacock Villa.

There are still a few starlights in the dark night, and the faint starlight shining on the ruins makes it even more desolate.

The horse, which had been running back and forth for hundreds of miles, finally fell down.

There is no one in the cellar, nothing, everything that can be moved has been removed!

The light of the fire danced because Yan Nanfei's hand holding the fire folder was shaking.

——It is said that when the peacock dies, the bright moon will sink with it.

Yan Nanfei gritted his teeth hard: "How did they know? How did they know they were here?"

Fu Hongxue's hand holding the knife didn't shake, but the muscles on his face were throbbing. His pale face had turned red, strangely red, terrifyingly red.

Yan Nanfei said: "When we came, there was absolutely no one following us, who is it..."

Fu Hongxue suddenly shouted, "Get out!"

Yan Nanfei was stunned: "You asked me to go out?"

Fu Hongxue didn't speak any more, the corners of his mouth were already tightened.

Yan Nanfei looked at him in surprise, and stepped back step by step. Before he could back out, Fu Hongxue had already collapsed, as if an invisible whip had suddenly struck him.

As soon as he fell, he began to flinch.

The invisible whip seems to be still whipping, whipping.

Fu Hongxue's whole body was convulsed and contorted due to the pain, and a low growl came from his throat, like the roar of a dying beast: "I was wrong, I was wrong..."

He grabbed the ground with one hand, like a drowning man trying to grab a piece of driftwood that didn't exist.

The ground was also paved with stones, his nails were chipped, and his hands had begun to bleed.

His other hand was still gripping his knife tightly.

A knife is a knife!

The knife is ruthless, so it is eternal.

Yan Nanfei knew that he absolutely didn't want anyone to see his pain and his chronic illness.

But Yan Nanfei didn't quit, because he also knew that although the knife was still a knife, Fu Hongxue was no longer Fu Hongxue.

——Now whoever walks in can kill him with a single blow.

——Why did God torture him like this?Why should such a person have this disease?

Yan Nanfei barely controlled it, not letting tears flow.

The fire book went out because he couldn't bear to read it any more.

His hand was already holding the hilt of the sword under his clothes.

In the dark, the hole in the stone wall looked like the eye of the one-eyed monster in mythology.

He swears, no matter who wants to break in from here now, he will kill this person immediately by his sword!

He was sure.

No one came in from here, but suddenly there was a fire in the darkness!

Where did the fire come from?

Yan Nanfei suddenly turned around, only to find that the iron door with thirteen locks had been opened silently.

Firelight shone in from outside the door, the door opened wide, and five people appeared.

Two men were standing at the door, holding torches high, while three others had strode in.

The first man has a white cloth wrapped around his right wrist and is hung around his neck with a ribbon, and an arc-shaped sword is held upside down in his left hand, but his eyes are full of hatred and resentment.

Beside him was a man in a human robe with a profound crown, walking steadily, appearing to be confident.

The last person had knife marks on his face, and although there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked more sinister and cruel.

Yan Nanfei's heart sank, but a bitter water came up in his stomach, sour and bitter.

He should have imagined that others could not open the thirteen locks on the door, but Gongsun Tu could open it. The hole in the stone wall was not the only door that could be entered and exited here.

None of them thought that they were all too sure, so they made this fatal mistake.

Gongsun Tu suddenly stretched out a hand, spread out the palm, the palm was shining with gold, it was Peacock Ling.

Peacock feathers are in his hands, where is Ming Yuexin?

Yan Nanfei reluctantly endured it, not letting himself vomit.

Gongsun Tu said with a smile: "You shouldn't let her use this kind of hidden weapon to deal with a hole in the wall. We are humans, not mice. We can neither make holes nor drill holes."

He smiled happily: "If she hadn't devoted herself to dealing with this hole, it might not be easy for us to get in."

Yan Nanfei couldn't help but sigh: "I was wrong."

Gongsun Tu said: "You are indeed wrong, you should have killed me!"

Yang Wuji said lightly: "So you must remember my words in the future. If you want to kill someone, you should have no taboos."

Gongsun Tu said: "You shouldn't have reminded him, if he had a second chance, wouldn't I be dead."

Yang Wuji asked, "Does he have a second chance?"

Gongsun Tu said: "No."

Yang Wuji shook his head, and said leisurely: "The only person he can kill now is himself."

Yang Wuji said, "At least he can still kill Fu Hongxue."

Gongsun Tu said: "Fu Hongxue belongs to Zhao Ping, he can't even move."

Looking at them, Yan Nanfei felt that their voices seemed to have become very far away!
He should have concentrated all his mental strength to deal with them.

He should know that this is his life and death, they will never let him go, and he can't back down.

Even if there is a way to retreat, it must not be retreated.

But he suddenly felt very tired.

Is this because he has admitted in his heart that he is not the opponent of these two?

The bright moon has sunk, and the undefeated sword god has fallen, what hope can he have?
Gongsun Tu was asking Zhao Ping, "Who cut off your hand?"

Zhao Ping said, "Fu Hongxue."

Gongsun Tu said, "Do you want revenge?"

Zhao Ping said: "Think."

Gongsun Tu said: "How are you going to deal with him?"

Zhao Pingdao: "I have a way."

Gongsun Tu said: "Why don't you make a move now? Can't you see that this is your best chance?"

Yang Wuji said: "Once a good opportunity is lost, it will never come again. When Fu Hongxue wakes up, it will be too late."

Gongsun Tu said, "Now you don't have to worry about Yan Nanfei."

Zhao Ping couldn't help asking: "Why?"

Gongsun Tu said: "Because as soon as he moves, Fu Hongxue will immediately turn into a peacock."

Zhao Ping said: "Peacock?"

Gongsun Tu said: "Whoever puts this tube of peacock feathers on, that person will become a peacock, dead peacock."

Zhao Ping smiled: "But I don't want him to die too soon."

Gongsun Tu also smiled: "I don't want to either."

Zhao Ping suddenly put down the curved sword in his hand and rushed out, grabbed Fu Hongxue's hair, raised his knee, slammed into his jaw, and then cut the back of his neck with his backhand.

When Fu Hongxue's head was lowered again, his foot had already kicked out, and Fu Hongxue was sent flying with one kick, hitting the stone wall.

His men also rushed over, pressed their right elbow against Fu Hongxue's throat, and said sharply, "Open your eyes and see who I am!"

The blue veins on Fu Hongxue's forehead bulged out one by one, not only could he not resist, he could no longer breathe.

Zhao Ping sneered: "You cut off my hand, and I will use this hand to strangle your neck."

The blue veins on Yan Nanfei's forehead were also protruding one by one, as if he could no longer breathe.

Gongsun Tu grinned and said, "Why don't you save your friend? Are you just standing here and watching him die?"

Yan Nanfei couldn't move.

He knew that if he moved, Fu Hongxue would die even faster.

But he couldn't move either.

Zhao Ping was slapping Fu Hongxue's face violently with his other hand, as if he didn't want to kill him right away.

But wouldn't this insult be worse than death?

Yan Nanfei clenched the sword hilt under his clothes, sweat dripping down like rain, and suddenly said: "Even if you can kill him, you may not be able to kill me."

Gongsun Tu: "What do you want?"

Yan Nanfei said, "I want you to let him go."

Gongsun Tu said, "What about you?"

Yan Nanfei said: "I would rather die!"

Gongsun Tu laughed loudly: "Not only do we want you to die, but we also cannot let him live."

Yang Wuji said coldly: "If you want to kill someone, there is no taboo."

Gongsun Tu stopped laughing and said sharply: "Zhao Ping, kill him, kill him now!"

Zhao Ping gritted his teeth and used his elbows hard.

At this moment, suddenly there was a flash of knife light!
It was Fu Hongxue's knife!

Heaven and Earth, a unique knife!

They all thought the battle was a sure thing, because they all forgot one thing.

Fu Hongxue still held his knife tightly in his hand.

At this moment, Yan Nanfei waved his hand suddenly, and the bright red sword light sprayed out like a rain of blood, engulfing Gongsuntu.

Yang Wuji's sword was also out of its sheath.

His movement of drawing the sword was proficient and ingenious, his shots were accurate and effective, and the thrust of the sword was exactly where Yan Nanfei must die.

Even if Yan Nanfei's sword could kill Gongsuntu, he himself would surely die by Yang Wuji's sword.

He had no choice but to return the sword first to save himself.

Gongsuntu's men immediately escaped from the bloody sword light, turned around in the air, and swept out the door.

Yang Wuji moved his long sword in the same way, he walked with the sword, and also rushed out.

Of course Yan Nanfei would never let him go, and was about to chase him out when he suddenly heard an exclamation and shouted:
"Take it!"

A figure flew over from outside the door, with disheveled hair and bloody face, it was Zhuo Yuzhen.

Fortunately, although Yan Nanfei's sword was fast, his eyes were even faster. As soon as he stabbed out with the sword, he immediately reined in his horse and retracted it in time.

Zhuo Yuzhen screamed miserably and threw herself on top of him, only to hear the sound of "Dang", the iron gate was closed!
Immediately there was a series of soft sounds of "Ding, Ding, Ding" outside the door, all the thirteen locks had been locked, and apart from Gongsun Tu, there was absolutely no one else in the world who could open this door.

Yan Nanfei stomped his feet, ignored Zhuo Yuzhen who was already on the ground, turned around and jumped out from the hole in the wall.

"You take care of Miss Zhuo, I'll bring Gongsuntu's head back to you!"

Now that Fu Hongxue's saber was out of its sheath, what worries did he have?
Now all he wants is to kill!
Kill the murderer!
The tip of the knife was still dripping blood.

Zhao Ping had already fallen under the knife, and Zhuo Yuzhen was beside him, as long as he raised his head, he could see the blood dripping from the tip of the knife.

Drops of blood fell on the stone floor, and then splashed, scattered into a misty blood mist.

Fu Hongxue stood there motionless, watching the blood drip from the tip of the knife.

This time his knife hadn't been sheathed yet.

Zhuo Yuzhen struggled to sit up, her eyes were fixed on his knife.

She really wanted to see what was so magical about this knife?

When this knife kills people, it seems to have been blessed by the gods in the sky, and it seems to have been cursed by the devils in the earth!

There must be many magical charms on this knife.

She was disappointed.

(End of this chapter)