[Jianwang III] Yellow sand is far above the sky

Tang Yichen, as the Lord of Tianluo, has undergone countless assassinations, and has countless dead souls in his hands.Even though he is excellent in martial arts, he also felt at a loss several times in his life that his life and death were controlled by others.

One time, when he had not yet entered the Four Secrets, he faced the long sword of 'Hua'.

Once when he was seriously injured, he was unable to dodge the black feather that he shot out.

A bead of sweat oozes from Tang Yichen's temples. He has a premonition that this is probably the third time he will face the test of life and death.He looked up at the meeting place, and the flags were flying back and forth, probably when Zanpu appeared when the movement turned quiet.From the moment he made a move, the ghost-like man in white quickly followed him around. After more than a dozen moves, the two of them hadn't faced each other yet.

Tang Yichen was very confident in his lightness skills, but no matter how he moved, the man in white would stick to his back like a shadow.If he has a hidden weapon now, he can at least force the man in white to fight head-on, but in order to avoid the body search, he doesn't have a single hidden weapon on him--

Except, the "seven strings and five tones" sent by Kuang Xiu with his life in his hand.

Tang Yichen smiled wryly. This mechanism is very exquisite. It was originally used as a one-hit kill, and it is a waste of money to use it to test the attack.How could Kuang Xiu use his life to waste the opportunity so easily!

On that day, the four secretaries sat down and talked about it. He once said in vain that Jing Ke failed to assassinate Qin, and in vain he paid for Fan Yuqi's head.A cold and cunning gleam flashed between Tang Yichen's brows and eyes, he took two quick steps back and then turned sharply to the right with all his strength.Although there was still no one in front of him, there was already a glimpse of white in the corner of his eyes.

A smile rose from the corner of Tang Yichen's lips, before he could stabilize his body, he rolled backwards and turned sharply to the left.Half of the corner of the robe clearly fell into Tang Yichen's line of sight. Tang Yichen was still leaning forward, but he jumped up into the sky with all his strength.Tang Yichen flipped in the air, aiming the crossbow in his hand at the ground.

General Fan's body lay alone on the ground, without the figure of the man in white at all.Although Tang Yichen felt shocked, he was still calculating. Taking advantage of the momentum of floating backwards, he turned his crossbow and aimed at the venue.

At this moment, a ray of sunlight hit the blade, reflecting a spot of light on Tang Yichen's side face, and the playful smile on the corners of his lips slowly bloomed in the light.The silver scimitar passed through Tang Yichen's cheek, and slashed straight at the bowstring of the crossbow in his hand.

click!

At the critical moment, Tang Yichen pressed the mechanism to restore the bow and crossbow to the shape of the guqin. Although the knife was not heavy on the body of the guqin, it was gently embedded in the wood.Tang Yichen pulled the guqin outward, and it was difficult for the man in white to let go. There was nowhere to stand in the air and it was difficult to exert force, so he had to fall to the ground with Tang Yichen with the force of the knife.

The two fell apart as soon as they touched the ground, one retracted the knife and the other held the piano and slid back quickly.With a distance of about ten feet, the two stopped their figures and looked up at each other.

Tang Yichen suddenly showed shock when he saw the face of the man in white: "It's you!"

The man in white was stunned, and looked at Tang Yichen in surprise: "You know me?"

"Just now I was amazed that Mingjiao's lightness kungfu is weird, but how could it not even be able to get rid of the bird soaring into the blue sky? It turns out that the root is pure yang, no wonder..." Tang Yichen looked noncommittally, and looked at the man in white carefully: "I really can't I know you, but you really look like your sister."

The man in white was silent, and it took a long time to spit out two words: "Four secrets."

"You were still young at that time, and you are still a little different from now." Tang Yichen felt a sudden embarrassment between the two of them, looked up at the sky, and said softly: "Back then you left the Western Regions without saying goodbye, let...'chess' You will never be able to fulfill your sister's entrustment before she died."

The man in white looked at Tang Yichen and smiled slightly: "You are that person's friend."

"It's also your sister's friend." Tang Yichen frowned, and then sighed: "Your sister's death is hard to explain. In fact, it's not my fault..."

"I know." The man in white interrupted Tang Yichen's words: "I don't blame anyone. I left back then just to go out and relax. What's more, the experience of these years has long made me forget my past self."

Tang Yichen suddenly had nothing to say. At this time, the sound of the horn gradually subsided, and the mountain shouts burst out one after another.Tang Yichen looked at the swaying people over there, and looked up at the man in white: "I'm in a hurry."

The man in white looked at Tang Yichen and shook his head: "If Zanpu dies, not only will my errands fail, but the common people here will also suffer."

"If he doesn't die, the people of Tang Dynasty will suffer."

"You are still like this..." The man in white sneered: "The people of the Tang Dynasty must be nobler than others."

Tang Yichen frowned: "Xiao..."

"Yuwen Yizhi." The man in white stopped Tang Yichen's words: "Mingjiao disciple, Yuwen Yizhi."

Tang Yichen looked at the man in white who claimed to be named Yuwen Yizhi, and for some reason, "Tell me that I'm a boy" suddenly flashed in his mind. Tang Yichen couldn't help but smile at the stubborn voice echoing in his mind.

"Yuwen Yizhi, right?" Tang Yichen took a deep breath, and his figure flickered into a blur: "Then let me experience Mingjiao's martial arts."

Before the words were finished, Tang Yichen was already approaching the side of the man in white, and his movement was probably a little faster than the voice.However, Yuwen Yizhi unhurriedly raised the knife and waved it casually, and Tang Yichen's body was abruptly stopped by the light of the knife.This saber is not a martial art taught by the Ming Dynasty, but it is more or less like the "painting" moves of the past when it is used as a counterattack.Tang Yichen rolled backwards a few times, widened the distance, grabbed a few gravels on the ground and shot them towards Yu Wenyi.

Yu Wenyi's body flickered, and the few stones all fell into the air.Tang Yichen turned quickly to the left, and appeared in white clothes where Tang Yichen was standing just now.After a few face-to-face encounters, Tang Yichen knew that the opponent's footwork was far superior to his own, and he was completely powerless to distance himself.I am not good at close combat, but Yuwen Yizhi learns from the two families... Tang Yichen struggled to parry the man in white's ultimate move without killing intent, while thinking hard about the countermeasures.

"Stop it, I don't want to hurt you." Yuwen Yizhi swung his knife unhurriedly, each knife seemed to pass lightly, but each knife forced Tang Yichen to take a few steps back.

Tang Yichen understood in his heart that Yu Wenyi's martial arts were as high as the "painting" of the year, and his agility was even better.What's more frightening is that the moves of these two knives seem to have a kind of innate restraint on his martial arts. If Yu Wenyi didn't just keep his hands, he would be defeated within ten moves.

While thinking about it, suddenly a sharp pain came from his chest, and he couldn't help but bowed and knelt on one knee, his left hand covered his right chest, and his right hand held the guqin and nailed it to the ground to support his weak body, wow Spit out a mouthful of blood.

"You have internal injuries?" Yu Wenyi frowned upon seeing this, and hurried forward a few steps to help Tang Yichen.But as soon as he got closer, he saw a strange smile slipping across Tang Yichen's lips.Yuwen Yizhi just felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't prevent Tang Yichen from leaning forward and bumping into his arms.Yu Wenyi remained calm, and subconsciously raised his knife to defend, only to realize that Tang Yichen rushed straight without any murderous intent.

Yuwen Yizhi couldn't hold back, and watched helplessly as the scimitar in his hand sank into Tang Yichen's heart, pierced through his chest, and a bloody tip of the knife emerged from behind, and a pool of dark red soon seeped from the left chest onto the clothes. Open to expand.Yuwen Yizhi hurriedly pulled out the knife and threw it aside, pointing like the wind towards the acupuncture points near Tang Yichen's wound, trying to seal the bleeding wound.

Tang Yichen's face turned pale, and beads of sweat ooze from his forehead. He looked at Yuwen Yizhi, and there was a silent smile on his lips: "I won."

Yu Wenyi was stunned, and then he realized that the Guqin was opened again in Tang Yichen's right hand at some point, and the cold stars on the crossbow were shining with cold light!

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