Chapter 270 Helian Feng, you bastard!

"She wanted to, but unfortunately, she didn't have the ability."

Xiao Beicheng laughed loudly and pointed his sword at Helian Cong:

"Now that all the truth has been revealed, it's time to settle the old scores between you and me."

As he spoke, he suddenly leaped up and stabbed Helian Cong in the chest with his sword.

When the sword reached the middle, there was a crisp "clang" sound. Xiao Nanyue's Jinghong sword, like lightning, spanned between the two men, colliding with Xiao Beicheng's sword, sparks flying.

Xiao Beicheng's eyes were filled with anger: "Why, are you protecting your own father?"

Xiao Nanyan snorted coldly: "I will settle the debt I owe to my mother with you!"

As he spoke, he turned his wrist and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Xiao Beicheng's throat.

"She wanted to die, no one forced her to."

In an instant, two long swords flashed, the sword light was like a waterfall, and the murderous aura was overwhelming.

Xiao Beicheng used the "Thirteen Soul-Chasing Styles", the sword wind carried the cold internal force, and each move was fierce and tricky.

Xiao Nanyue's moves were as swift as lightning. He could attack when advancing and defend when retreating. His sword moves revealed the determination after the grief.

The two men fought back and forth, the sword light weaving a web of death in the twilight, and the bluestone on the ground was shattered by the sword energy.

Su Qinyao gave the order to light torches, illuminating the huge Yunqiu enclosure as bright as day.

Right now, she is the most excited person.

She knew that the famous regent and national general Xiao Beicheng had fought in many battles and made many great achievements. His martial arts skills were outstanding. Wouldn't it be better if he could be used to get rid of Xiao Nanyue?

If he died at the hands of Xiao Nanyue, that would not be a bad thing, as it would prevent this person from seeking revenge on her in the future. She would be happy to watch a dog-eat-dog show.

Let’s talk about the battlefield.

Xiao Beicheng spun around suddenly, and a cloud of purple mist flew out of his sleeves: "Try this!"

Xiao Nanyan was prepared and held his breath as he moved aside. The purple mist brushed past his shoulder and corroded the blue bricks behind him, leaving dents that made sizzling sounds.

Xiao Nanyue was not afraid and jumped forward again. His sword was even more powerful, forcing Xiao Beicheng to retreat again and again.

However, Xiao Beicheng had a smile on his face:

"Good! Good! During the eight years I was away, your martial arts skills have greatly improved. But Nan Yan, don't forget, I was the one who taught you martial arts!"

Xiao Nanyan did not answer, but collected his thoughts and attacked Xiao Beicheng's acupuncture points all over his body. The two masters of the time fought back and forth, each showing their magical powers.

Xiao Nanyan's swordsmanship was superb, and Xiao Beicheng's counter-attacks were exquisite. He would occasionally throw out hidden weapons and poisons, but Xiao Nanyan deflected them one by one.

After fighting for more than fifty rounds, there was still no winner.

Xiao Beicheng suddenly dropped his sword and slapped Xiao Nanyue in the face with his palm, but there was a poisoned silver needle hidden in his palm.

Xiao Nanyan dodged sideways, the silver needle brushing his earlobe before piercing the distant flagpole. He seized the opportunity and unleashed his Jinghong Sword like a spirit snake emerging from its lair, unleashing a "sea-exploring, dragon-slaying" move. Crouching slightly, he swung his sword, slashing diagonally across Xiao Beicheng's waist and abdomen from bottom to top.

Xiao Beicheng hurriedly pulled in his abdomen and arched his body, barely avoiding it.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Nanyue's wrist strength originated from his feet, reached his arms, and gathered in the sword. The tip of the sword suddenly trembled like a meteor, and with the surrounding firelight, it dazzled Xiao Beicheng's eyes.

But at this moment, Xiao Nanyan curled his lips and smiled:

"It's true that you taught Nan Yan martial arts, but don't forget the saying, 'The disciple surpasses the master.'"

Then, he used a move like a white rainbow piercing the sun to attack Xiao Beicheng's throat.

Xiao Beicheng was shocked. He did not expect that Xiao Nanyan's sword moves would be like waves crashing against the shore, changing his moves three times in an instant.

He had no choice but to thrust his sword upwards. The two swords clashed with a sharp golden sound, and the two internal forces collided like a raging wave.

Xiao Nanyue's Jinghong Sword was wrapped in the power of thunder, and Xiao Beicheng's Zhuihun Sword was filled with sinister and ruthless force. The sword bodies seemed to be welded together as they trembled. If they did not withdraw their strength at the same time, they would only be counterattacked by the opponent's true power and almost pierced through the heart by the sword.

The two men went from competing in sword skills to competing in internal strength. At this moment, neither of them was willing to back off, and both wanted to subdue the other.

At this stalemate, a sharp arrow came through the wind and hit Xiao Nanyue's vest.

He could hear a bad sound behind his head, but he knew that if he tried to dodge at this moment, Xiao Beicheng would hit him through the chest.

At this critical moment, there was a sudden muffled sound of flesh piercing from behind, followed by a muffled groan, and someone fell heavily to the ground.

Upon hearing this shocking change, Xiao Beicheng and Xiao Nanyue's eyes met, and they simultaneously retracted their strength and retreated.

When Xiao Nanyue turned around, he saw Helian Cong lying on the ground with an arrow deeply embedded in his back, the arrow feathers still vibrating violently.

Xiao Nanyan was shocked!

He suddenly raised his eyes and looked in the direction where the arrow came from.

But on the hunting platform, Helian Feng was holding a silver bow, still maintaining the posture of shooting arrows, but at this moment his face was as pale as paper, his body was shaking violently, and his eyes were full of horror and confusion.

Obviously, he did not expect that the arrow he shot at Xiao Nanyue with great hatred would pierce his father's vest.

"Helian Feng, you bastard!"

Xiao Nanyue shouted angrily, but still rushed to Helian Cong's side, knelt on his knees, and picked up Helian Cong.

Looking down at his injuries, his face changed drastically. He saw that the arrowhead had pierced his heart from his back, and blood had soaked his bright yellow clothes.

An arrow pierces the heart, and even gods cannot heal it.