When Shen Yan saw that he had finally recognized him, his cold smile became even more intense.
He handed the spear in his hand to the person next to him, who quickly handed him a longsword.
Shen Yan gripped his longsword tightly, its cold, gleaming blade almost blending into the white snow-covered plain.
He slowly said, "I will personally pour a cup of the wine I didn't drink today at your grave."
General Liao's jaw tightened, and he gripped his sword sheath just as tightly. Their eyes met in the air, and they could clearly see the killing intent in each other's eyes.
"I didn't kill you last time, but I never expected it would turn into this trouble..." General Liao looked at Shen Yan with sarcasm, "But don't worry, you little bastard, I will personally send you and your father to reunite in the underworld. Dying under the same blade can be considered a reunion for you two."
"I'm really looking forward to it."
Chen Yan smiled nonchalantly, but a thick layer of frost had already formed in his eyes.
"Fight them until they're bloodied and bruised! Tear them to pieces!"
The soldiers from both sides charged forward, shouting, and began to fight.
With a flick of his wrist, Chen Yan's longsword emerged like a dragon from the abyss, its sword energy tearing through the air with a whooshing sound. The snow covering the ground was swept up, creating a misty snow fog between the two.
General Liao's offensive was domineering, and as the blade whistled, Shen Yan saw again the ruthlessness he had shown when he killed his father.
General Liao grinned maliciously and swung his sword down. Before the blade even reached him, the force of the wind made Chen Yan's robes flutter loudly.
The two were evenly matched, and to onlookers, it even seemed that General Liao had the upper hand, given his powerful and fierce attacks that forced his opponent to retreat and defend.
General Liao himself thought so too, and his arrogance grew stronger, with a confident smile playing on his lips.
revenge?
So what if he was a bastard and didn't die back then? He wasn't Goujian, who could endure hardship and bide his time. Even if he lay low for more than a decade, he would eventually die by his own sword.
Shen Yan responded swiftly to Liao's attacks. Every move Liao made seemed to be anticipated by Shen Yan, allowing him to parry or dodge it at the last second.
After several rounds, he was not only not injured by him, but he didn't even catch his breath.
Standing at the top of the battlements, Meng Qingluan couldn't help but wipe the sweat from Shen Yan's brow upon seeing this scene.
The distance was too great for her to see the expressions on either side; she could only see Shen Yan being forced back step by step by his opponent.
He picked up his bow and arrow, aimed at General Liao, and wanted to shoot him in the head, but because the two were locked in a fierce battle and their figures were sometimes mixed together, he was unable to shoot at all.
Helpless, Meng Qingluan had no choice but to put it down for the time being and wait for the right opportunity to shoot again.
General Liao rolled backward, widening the distance between himself and Chen Yan, large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.
He taunted, "You wanted revenge, didn't you? Is this all you've got? Kid, show me your real skills, or I, Liao, will laugh at you."
Chen Yan turned his sword, "Since General Liao is so eager to see my skills, then I must let you have a good look."
Having said that, Shen Yan changed his previous defensive stance, leaped into the air, and pressed his long sword towards General Liao's throat.
Chen Yan's swordplay suddenly became fierce, as fast as lightning. Wherever the sword passed, snowflakes were cut in two. General Liao struggled to parry, but a strange smile appeared in his eyes.
General Liao suddenly roared, his sword strike abruptly changing. He abandoned his defensive stance and instead, as if risking his life, slashed straight at Chen Yan's chest.
This slash came suddenly, almost disregarding the user's own safety, and carried a sense of mutual destruction!
An arrow suddenly flew from the city wall, but General Liao swung his sword and cleaved it in two.
He glanced up mockingly, "I never expected that our virtuous and upright Lord Shen would send your lackey to use hidden weapons."
A cold glint flashed in Shen Yan's eyes: "Lord Liao, you seem to have misunderstood something. Hidden weapons are something a petty person uses against a gentleman. To someone as despicable as a rat in the shadows as you, they are nothing more than ordinary weapons."
"Fine! You're quick-witted. I'll see if you can still be so stubborn later."
Chen Yan said coldly again.
"Also, the person standing on the city wall redeemed me and brought me back to be his lawfully wedded wife. Without her, I wouldn't be able to see you so soon."
You'd better dry your dog eyes before you speak.
"..."
A grown man is redeemed by a woman and becomes her son-in-law, yet he still considers himself to be doing well by using the term "married."
They have no shame whatsoever.
General Liao suddenly made a move, his sword drawing a strange arc in the air, his figure shifting three inches to the side like a ghost.
The tip of the sword grazed Shen Yan's neck, drawing out a drop of blood.
Shen Yan raised his sword and swung it away, but his opponent dodged halfway and suddenly used the momentum to leap into the air. A short knife flew beneath his long sword, and he was determined to get it.
"We've found your weakness."
"You're still too green. Your father was just like that back then. Today, you and your father will die by my blade in the same way!"
General Liao shouted excitedly, confident in his swordsmanship, and naturally believed that the outcome of this duel was already decided.
Shen Yan stood still, a cold smile playing on his lips, and subtly tightened his grip on the sword hilt.
"Well--"
Just as Chen Yan swung his longsword, he unexpectedly missed, and General Liao, who had been flying in mid-air, suddenly disappeared.
With a "thump," Chen Yan looked down...
General Liao had two throwing knives stuck in his chest, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. His sword had been loosened due to the pain and lay carelessly on the snow beside him, while his hand was covered in his groin.
Shen Yan stared closely and noticed that bright red blood was flowing from between his fingertips, specks of which fell on the snow like mottled red plum blossoms.
Shen Yan turned his head and saw Meng Qingluan, who was standing not far behind him, just withdrawing her hand.
Meng Qingluan stepped forward, her footsteps crunching on the snow.
She clapped her hands. "You can break arrows, but why don't you use a sword?"
"..."
Upon hearing the woman's mocking voice, General Liao coughed violently, coughing up a large amount of blood that landed on the snow.
"You...you actually dared to play dirty tricks."
Meng Qingluan kicked him in the face, and General Liao's head was knocked to the side.
"Dare to accuse me of playing dirty tricks? Old man, don't think I didn't see the dagger you hid in your other hand."
Once the boomerang returns to itself, it stops behaving itself.
The war has ended, and this battle was a great victory.
Shen Yan walked to Meng Qingluan's side, looking down at the man lying on his deathbed as if he were an ant.
"He lost to you on purpose."
"...Heh," General Liao said, using his last breath, "So what? They're still my victims."
“He will deliberately lose to you, but I won’t. I will kill you with my own hands. Not only for him, but also for my past self.”
"Don't you really like that woman?"
"Don't worry, she will be reunited with you. I will cut off her head and place it next to your grave. I just hope that the snow eagle doesn't come too early this year, so that it won't eat your face and not see her wide-eyed fear."
Shen Yan spoke in a calm tone, occasionally letting out a light laugh, as if he were recounting something utterly ordinary.
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