The spear in Huo Yan's hand was like a dragon, and the spear shadow rolled, making a sound of breaking through the air, and pierced Huo Pingchang's throat.
Huo Pingchang is no ordinary man either. He has fought on the battlefield for many years and his skills are still as sharp as ever.
He dodged sideways and chopped down with the long sword in his hand. The blade reflected the firelight and was cold and sharp!
"clang--!"
Spears and swords clashed, sparks flew, and a strong wind swept around, stirring up a cloud of flying snow and dust!
The two of them fought back and forth, each move was as fast as thunder and as fierce as a poisonous snake, leaving no room for the other to breathe.
Huo Yan's steps were steady, each attack was precise and fierce, and his spear movements were smooth, like flowing clouds and water.
Huo Pingchang's swordsmanship was more sophisticated and steady. His deep internal strength was mixed with a strong wind. Every sword strike was powerful, trying to force Huo Yan to retreat.
The flashes of swords and guns intertwined, and the aura of the two men reached its peak in the midst of killing!
Huo Pingchang suddenly seized an opportunity, and slashed the blade downwards, aiming straight at Huo Yan's shoulder!
Huo Yan's pupils shrank slightly, and he dodged to the side in an instant. With a tap of his foot, he leaped into the air.
The spear spun around like a dragon bursting through the air, and the tail of the spear swept across with force like thunder!
Huo Pingchang's eyes changed, and he hurriedly raised his sword to block, but his arm was numb from the shock. His warhorse neighed loudly, and he staggered and almost fell off the horse!
"hiss--"
Huo Pingchang steadied himself and stared at Huo Yan with a gloomy look.
"Your marksmanship has reached this level..."
Huo Yan did not answer, but just looked at him coldly, raised the spear in his hand again, pointed the spear tip at his throat, and said coldly:
"Second Uncle, you should accept your fate."
Huo Pingchang laughed angrily, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes fierce.
"Want to kill me? You're still a little naive!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, and the warhorse suddenly leaped up and rushed straight towards Huo Yan, flipping the long sword in his hand, intending to die together!
Huo Yan's eyes became fierce, and he instantly drew his spear back to defend himself. The butt of the spear hit the front leg of the warhorse. The warhorse neighed and raised its front hooves suddenly!
But Huo Pingchang was caught off guard and passed Huo Yan and headed straight in another direction.
No one present expected such a turn of events. Following the direction he was heading, they saw Helian Yu who had arrived at some point in time.
Helian Yu saw his father's horse getting closer and closer to him, and he didn't know how to react.
Just when he was distracted, he was suddenly pulled, lost his balance, and was thrown off the horse in an instant, falling heavily to the ground!
"Bang--!"
The dust rolled up, and the sky and earth were filled with a bloody and murderous atmosphere.
Helian Yu staggered to his feet and half-knelt on the ground in embarrassment.
Before I could catch my breath, I felt a chill on my throat.
He froze, slowly lowered his head, and a cold light flashed in his peripheral vision.
It was an extremely sharp long sword, the blade trembling slightly, reflecting the dust flying in the wind, emitting a cold and chilling light.
He recognized the knife.
The familiar lines, the steady weight, the dark patterns on the blade are like an undercurrent.
This was a birthday gift that his mother prepared for his father.
That year, it was my father’s 50th birthday, and my mother personally asked the most famous blacksmith in Xiaoyue City to cast it.
The black iron is hammered and polished for three months.
The patterns on the handle were carved by my mother herself. Every curve is so delicate and subtle, showing all her care and respect.
She once smiled and handed the knife to her father, saying softly,
"Although you are getting older, your sword is still sharp. You should be equipped with a good sword."
At that time, my father's eyes were filled with pride as he stroked the blade and smiled with great pride.
But now, the knife was placed on his neck.
Helian Yu's Adam's apple moved slightly, his mouth was filled with the bitterness of dust, and his fingertips were slightly curled up.
He slowly raised his eyes and met Huo Pingchang's gaze.
It was the look a father gave his son, but without any affection.
Cold, indifferent, and filled with bottomless darkness.
He moved his lips, trying to call out "Father", but his throat felt like it was covered with thousands of layers of sand and no sound came out.
The wind was still howling in the Gale Valley, the shouts of killing were deafening, and the sound of metal and iron clashing from swords and knives could be heard one after another.
But in Helian Yu's ears, only that violent and hoarse voice remained -
"Huo Yan!!!"
Huo Pingchang's roar was like a sharp blade tearing through the storm, piercing through the chaotic battlefield, carrying despair and madness, echoing in the valley.
Helian Yu's neck was tightly strangled, the sharp blade was pressed against his throat, and the cold metal was against his skin.
He could even feel a drop of blood sliding down the blade and seeping into his collar. The biting coldness made him shiver.
His hands were handcuffed behind his back, and the man behind him was so strong that he almost crushed his bones.
"I'm a traitor, and I deserve to die! But watch carefully!"
Huo Pingchang laughed ferociously, and suddenly tightened the hilt of the knife in his hand, pushing Helian Yu's head forward so that he faced the person in front of him.
"This child in my hand is brought by you!"
Helian Yu staggered and fell to his knees. The blade on his neck pressed deeper and blood dripped along the blade.
He clenched his teeth tightly, anger flashed in his eyes, but he did not struggle.
He saw Huo Yan standing not far away, his pair of black eyes as cold as ice staring at him deeply, with an unfathomable depth.
But he did not move, not a single rash step.
The soldiers around put down their weapons, the atmosphere froze instantly, and everyone's eyes were focused on this point.
Seeing this, Huo Pingchang sneered, his voice very low, but with a cold and cruel tone like a venomous snake -
"He is your cousin and a descendant of the Huo family."
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