Jiang Liechen leaned forward slightly and said, "I think this is a trap set up by someone to make us kill each other. Who told you that I killed Menglin for the sake of the Afterimage Sword? "An Yesun angrily said," You don't need to know! Just answer me, is Menglin … is she dead or not? "Jiang Liechen said," Of course she's dead. "An Yesun said," That's enough. That's why I must kill you! "
Nangong Xue saw the brothers turning against each other and couldn't bear it. She clenched her teeth and ran out of the group. Li Yijie grabbed her sleeve and called out anxiously, "Xueer, come back quickly!" Nangong Xue pretended she didn't hear him and rushed to An Yesun's side, begging him bitterly, "I beg you, don't be like this. Maybe there's something we don't know. If your heart is stronger than gold, no matter what he says, you won't change your mind. What's the harm in listening to his explanation? Anyway, he's seriously injured now. Even if he stays until midnight, he won't have any hope of becoming a demon again! "
An Yesun thought that wasn't bad. Nangong Xue's words struck a chord in his heart. At the same time, he recalled how he had been scolding Jiang Liechen all this while, but Jiang Liechen didn't show any displeasure at all. He had known Jiang Liechen for more than ten years. He knew that Jiang Liechen was like him, a person with a very high temperament. Jiang Liechen usually couldn't bear the slightest grievance, but today he was so accommodating. It seemed like his feelings for Jiang Liechen were sincere.
He also remembered how the two of them had a tacit understanding when they went on missions together, how they hit it off when discussing martial arts in their spare time, and how they came up with all sorts of clever ideas to make Menglin happy. He had once loved Jiang Liechen deeply, so he could tell that Jiang Liechen's love for Menglin was genuine and not fake. It was true that he coveted power and killed people for the sake of the Afterimage Sword, but it was hard to believe that he killed Menglin without batting an eyelid. Or rather, he was unwilling to believe it.
These days, although she hated him so much that she gnashed her teeth every time he was mentioned, when she was alone, she often thought of many happy memories. Deep in her heart, she was unwilling to break off with him. If he could really give her a convincing reason, perhaps they could really shake hands and make peace. He would never tell anyone about these thoughts, not even to himself. On the surface, he kept a straight face and pretended as if nothing had happened. He said coldly, "Fine, then explain. I'm listening."
After being stirred up by Nangong Xue, Jiang Liechen's pride gushed out. He was unwilling to rely on a woman's help. Moreover, in front of so many people, she had asked him to explain, and he had done as she said. He was like a puppet that was being manipulated at will. This humiliation was difficult to endure, and he immediately lost interest in resolving the misunderstanding. He said coldly, "There's no need to explain. Since you don't trust me, there's no point in saying anything more. If you think that I killed Menglin, then fine, I killed him. Those who don't listen to my orders will all be killed, including you. Remember, tolerating you for a bit doesn't mean I'll condone your lawlessness. I've already given you a chance. Since you're still so stubborn, then don't blame me for being merciless! "
Nangong Xue said anxiously, "Now's not the time to be angry! Hierarch Jiang, what exactly happened that year? Explain it clearly! How did Menglin die? "Jiang Liechen said," Didn't I say it clearly enough? I was the one who killed him. "An Yesun's entire body seemed to be covered in a layer of icy cold murderous aura. He gritted his teeth and said," Good … good! Very good! " He pushed Nangong Xue aside and waved his folding fan behind him. He stood still and shouted, "None of you are to interfere! This is a grudge between me and him. Only the two of us can resolve it! Demon Jiang, are you looking down on me? Stand up! "
Jiang Liechen said coldly, "When I feel that I should stand up, I'll stand up." An Yesun shouted angrily, "Stand up!" He waved his folding fan, the handle less than an inch away from An Yesun's forehead. Jiang Liechen sighed and said, "Fine, then let's settle this." He quickly tilted his head to the side and waved An Yesun's arm away. He turned around and stood up. He drew a long sword from the bottom of the throne and met An Yesun's folding fan head-on.
The two of them fought with speed and ferocity. In a short period of time, they had already exchanged more than ten moves. It seemed like they wouldn't stop until they cut each other into pieces. A formless airflow formed around each of them. Anything that got close to them was destroyed. The wind whistled and the sword energies collided. Even the candles around them couldn't withstand the force and were extinguished one after another. The two of them moved around the hall, from the east to the west, and then from the west to the center. Wherever they went, the crowd retreated and scratches were left on the walls.
This life and death battle dazzled all the spectators. They were all glad that they weren't the ones fighting, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to last even one round. There were also some people who were obsessed with martial arts. Even as they watched, they didn't forget to carefully observe the moves and think of a way to break them. But before they could finish thinking, the two of them had already exchanged more than ten moves.
There were also people who lamented that the Devil Cult's martial arts were profound and unfathomable. If they continued to exist, it would be a great disaster for the Wulin world. The two of them used many exquisite martial arts that the upright people had never seen before. They were also martial arts that had never been used in the outside world. They didn't expect that when they fought with all their strength, they could still produce such momentum.
Lu Qian said in a low voice, "Jiang Liechen hasn't used all his strength." Li Yijie turned his head to look. He saw Jiang Liechen's sword chopping down toward An Yesun's neck. If the sword went all the way down, it would immediately inflict a heavy injury on An Yesun. But Jiang Liechen's sword momentum paused, and then he turned around and attacked An Yesun again. This change in stance could not be considered obvious. Only those who were also proficient in martial arts would be able to see it.
After that, Jiang Liechen's fierceness lessened a bit, his sword momentum became a lot gentler. An Yesun's resistance suddenly decreased. As soon as he realized this change, he angrily said, "In every martial arts competition before, you always intentionally let me win. Today in a life and death battle, don't tell me you still want to let me win?" His folding fan attacked like a violent storm, faster and faster. Jiang Jianchen's expression was cold and indifferent. No one could tell what he was thinking.
After several more rounds, Jiang Liechen's' Yin 'and' cold 'energy suddenly counterattacked. Along with the addition of the poison, it repeatedly collided with each other, causing him to feel as if his heart and lungs were being dug out. He purposely showed an opening and took advantage of the momentum to push him back a step. Then he stood still and quietly adjusted his breathing, trying his best to suppress the pain. His expression did not change, as if he was as calm as before. But he knew his internal injury was very serious. Finally he was unable to hold back a mouthful of blood and it leaked out from the corner of his mouth.
His injury and hearing were not damaged. He could hear the wind whistling as several secret projectiles were shot toward him. He wanted to block with his sword, but his arm was so sore that he could not lift it. He wanted to dodge to the side, but his internal energy was still in turmoil. His legs were also completely powerless. Unexpectedly he could not move even half a step. Regardless of whether the secret projectiles were poisoned or not, if they hit him, it would be no different from adding oil to the fire. If that happened, his' zhen qi 'would disperse in all directions and he would not be able to suppress it.
When he was at his wit's end, An Yesun suddenly moved in front of him to block him. He raised his folding fan and struck everywhere, sweeping the secret projectiles to the ground one by one. Jiang Liechen was delighted. His blocked meridians had opened up on their own, and his internal energy was flowing normally. A rare smile appeared on his face. He placed a hand on An Yesun's shoulder and said in a low voice, "You are indeed a true friend …"
An Yesun turned around and waved his hand away. He said angrily, "Don't think that I'm being kind to you. I just don't want you to die in the hands of others first. Only I have the right to kill you! No one else has the right to do so! "As he spoke, he attacked with his folding fan again and again.
Jiang Liechen's smile gradually disappeared. His expression became colder and colder. He no longer held back and continuously used his killing moves.
Nangong Xue said in a low voice, "Be careful of the explosives." Li Yijie's heart trembled. Up until now, he still had not seen anything strange about the throne. In a fight like this, sword energy was flying everywhere. If one of them was unlucky and hit the mechanism, it would be terrible. Although he couldn't be sure, he would rather believe that An Yesun was telling the truth. Therefore, he moved to the side and stood to the side to observe. His full attention was not on the fight, but on the throne.
After exchanging more than a hundred moves, An Yesun leaped over Jiang Liechen's head and somersaulted, landing behind him. He raised his folding fan and smashed it down at the back of his head. Jiang Liechen turned around to dodge, then turned around and slashed at An Yesun's left shoulder with his sword. An Yesun's move was intentional. He didn't hesitate to use his own weakness as bait. Taking advantage of the moment when An Yesun couldn't turn his arm, he raised his folding fan and stabbed it at An Yesun's chest like a dagger.
Jiang Liechen flung his sword away and used the "Tendon Separating Dislocating Bone Hand" to grab An Yesun's wrist. With a crack, he broke An Yesun's wrist and raised his limp wrist. Both of their arms were raised above their heads at the same time, with the center as the apex, and tilted to the sides.
Jiang Liechen pushed out a palm with the back of his hand, hitting An Yesun's fist. The sound of bones breaking could be heard continuously. The palm force seemed to have a tangible form and was able to move forward. An Yesun's right arm was shattered from the palm. The force continued to move forward, shattering the bones in his forearm and upper arm. After the intense pain, one of his arms seemed to have lost all feeling. He couldn't hold the folding fan any longer, and it fell to the ground with a bang.
Jiang Liechen raised his foot and stepped on it. Cracks gradually appeared on the top of the exquisite handle, spreading in all directions. The patterns became denser and denser, and the cracks grew bigger and bigger. Finally, the fan exploded into a pile of fragments. An Yesun's eyes were filled with reluctance, while Jiang Liechen was full of self-satisfaction. He paused for a moment, then sneered, "Victory and defeat have been decided …"
At this moment, An Yesun's expression suddenly changed. The corners of his mouth curled into a sinister smile. He shook his left arm, and a sharp knife appeared from his sleeve. He pushed it forward and stabbed Jiang Liechen's right rib. In a split second, blood splattered everywhere. The front lapels of their robes were dyed red by the blood that spurted out. An Yesun's forearm, which was holding the knife, was also covered in blood.
This attack happened in the blink of an eye, and no one had expected it. It turned out that this was all part of An Yesun's meticulous plan. He had deliberately used the folding fan in his right hand to fight against Jiang Liechen in order to make him lower his guard and think that his weapon had not changed. The real killing move was the knife hidden in his left sleeve. He had risked losing his right arm and risked his life for this attack. Jiang Liechen was caught off guard, and as expected, An Yesun succeeded.
The crowd began to whisper, "Did he succeed?" "That's great! Hurry up and kill this demon! Kill him! "
Jiang Liechen's expression was indifferent, as if the person who had been injured was someone unrelated to him. His gaze fell on the arm that An Yesun had pushed in front of him. The knife had already sunk into his body, leaving only the hilt behind. That blood-stained hand was still holding onto the hilt. Jiang Liechen only stared silently, not saying a word.
An Yesun sneered, "Die!" His hand suddenly exerted force, and he rushed forward. Jiang Liechen's feet scraped against the ground as he retreated backwards. Fine droplets of blood streaked through the air. Jiang Liechen was pushed all the way to a corner. Only when his back hit the wall did he finally stop. Because of this collision, the knife was once again stuck in his body.
An Yesun saw that Jiang Liechen had no intention of resisting. Thinking that he would soon be able to kill this mortal enemy with his own hands, he was overjoyed. "It's over!" he shouted. Just as he was about to turn the hilt of his knife, Jiang Liechen suddenly raised his gaze. Although his eyes were still ashen, they were also covered with a layer of killing intent. "You think you can kill this venerable one that easily?" he asked coldly.
Seeing his expression, An Yesun's heart was suddenly filled with fear. Only then did he realize that the door in front of him was wide open. His right arm was crippled, and he didn't have enough time to pull out the steel knife in his left hand. He had no way of dealing with this situation. Jiang Liechen suddenly flicked his sleeve, and a powerful force pushed An Yesun directly between his chest and abdomen. Unable to stand firm, An Yesun was sent flying. The force behind the blow was so great that the steel knife was jolted out of his body. In midair, An Yesun didn't have the strength to hold on to it. The steel knife fell to the ground, rolling twice to the side and leaving behind a thick trail of blood.
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