Yang Chen frowned and immediately braked, and the car slowly stopped in the middle of the road.
This road was specially paved for the top of Yunfeng, and there were dim lights on both sides of the road.
Yang Chen got out of the car, looked at the somewhat familiar face, and said coldly: "Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"
A powerful killing intent erupted from Yang Chen's body.
This is the only way to the top of Yunfeng. If the other party blocks him here, for him, he has hit the bottom line.
This is his private territory. In that villa on the top of the mountain, his most important people live.
"I have no other intentions. Return the knife to me and I will leave!"
A woman's voice suddenly sounded.
This woman is really a domineering person. Previously in Zhoucheng, Chen Yingjun hired her to kill Yang Chen in Wuxing Mountain.
Yang Chen thought that she was the descendant of the heroes of the North, so he spared her life, but took the Ba Dao away.
I didn't expect that this woman would be found so quickly.
Yang Chen sneered: "You should know that you are no match for me at all, so you are not afraid if I kill you?"
The successor of Ba Dao said expressionlessly: "For me, death is a kind of relief! But Ba Dao must be returned to me!"
After saying that, she walked towards Yang Chen step by step. There was no fear in her eyes, only determination.
Yang Chen, who originally had murderous intentions, restrained his murderous intentions at this time and looked at this extremely determined woman with some surprise.
She is not stunningly beautiful, she is barely beautiful, her eyes are very cold, and her face is indifferent.
"Ba Dao, give it back to me!"
When she reached a position about two meters away from Yang Chen, she suddenly stopped and stared at Yang Chen with her gloomy eyes.
"What if I don't give it?" Yang Chen asked.
The moment he finished speaking, the successor of Ba Dao immediately rushed towards him.
The distance between the two was already very close, and her speed was extremely fast. Almost in an instant, she had already kicked Yang Chen.
"Bang!"
Yang Chen casually swung out and grabbed the heir of the Tyrant Sword's ankle.
"Let go!"
The successor of Ba Dao raised his foot and was held high by Yang Chen. This action was very indecent, and she suddenly looked ashamed and angry.
"I said, you are not worthy of Ba Dao. Come back when you are worthy of it!"
After Yang Chen finished speaking, he suddenly pushed hard, and the successor of Ba Dao took seven or eight steps back before he stood firm.
Just the moment she stood firm, she rushed towards Yang Chen again.
There was no emotion in her cold eyes, as if she really had no fear of life or death, but to her, the sword was far more important than her life.
It was precisely because of this that Yang Chen did not kill her.
"Crack!"
Yang Chen once again grabbed the fist wielded by the successor of Ba Dao, and said lightly: "You are no match for me, everything is in vain."
"How on earth are you willing to return the sword to me?"
After Yang Chen let go, the heir of Ba Dao didn't make another move and asked with red eyes.
This woman had been injured before, and her right arm was wrapped with gauze. She had just attacked Yang Chen, and the wound burst open, and the blood had already dyed the white gauze red.
"What's your name?" Yang Chen asked.
"Han Shuang!" the successor of Ba Dao said.
"For you, the sword is really that important?" Yang Chen asked again.
Han Shuang was as indifferent as her name. She gritted her teeth and said, "The Ba Dao is the only item left to me by my grandfather! Even if I die, I will get it back!"
"Your grandfather is a tyrant?" Yang Chen looked surprised.
He knew that Ba Dao was very important to Han Shuang, but he did not expect that this woman was Ba Dao's granddaughter.
Han Shuang nodded. She didn't seem to be curious at all about Yang Chen knowing about the Ba Dao. She just wanted to get the knife back.
"Your grandfather was a hero in the north. Back then, he used this sword to kill countless enemies. Only he is worthy of the sword!"
Yang Chen said solemnly.
In the northern border, there is a Hall of Heroes and Martyrs, and all the northern soldiers who sacrificed their lives will be recorded in the register.
Yang Chen and Ba Dao did not belong to the same era. He had only seen the name of Ba Dao in the Hall of Heroes, so he knew everything about Ba Dao.
He went on to say: "Ba Dao, whose original name is unknown, male, Han nationality, aged fifty-three, is the oldest soldier serving in the North. He is known as the best swordsman in the North. He has won first-class military merit twice and second-class military service five times.
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Regarding Ba Dao's life, Yang Chen had long remembered it in his heart. At this moment, he told Ba Dao's legendary career in the north with a solemn face.
"Senior Ba Dao, fifty-three years old, is still fighting bravely on the battlefield to kill enemies. Just use this sword! He killed countless enemies! In the end, he died on the battlefield. Even if he died, he stood still!"
"And you, as the granddaughter of a master of swords, use this sword to kill people!"
"Are you worthy of your grandfather?"
"Are you worthy of yourself?"
"Is it worthy of the sword of the Northern Heroes?"
Yang Chen was so excited that the more he spoke, the louder he became. At the end of the sentence, he yelled out loud.
Han Shuang's always cold face finally changed a bit.
Her eyes were red, her face was full of shame, she bit her red lips tightly, lowered her head and said nothing.
Yang Chen took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
After a long time, he suddenly asked: "Are you encountering any difficulties? If so, you can tell me and I will help you!"
He did not believe that a hero who died on the battlefield for his country would have a descendant who made a living by killing people.
Han Shuang's face was full of struggle. From her reaction, Yang Chen could tell that she was really in trouble.
However, she didn't speak after all, and turned around to leave.
"Stop!"
Yang Chen shouted angrily.
Han Shuang paused and didn't look back. He still had the same indifferent tone: "You are right, I am not worthy of grandpa's knife!"
"So, you have to choose to escape?" Yang Chen asked.
"You can think whatever you want. From now on, I hope you can treat Ba Dao well!" Han Shuang said nonchalantly.
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Yang Chen suddenly felt as if he punched cotton and felt very powerless.
This woman really has a personality.
She looks to be only twenty-four or five years old, but she possesses great strength and is worthy of being the granddaughter of Ba Dao.
However, this woman's attacks are full of killing moves.
Even ordinary killers are no match for her.
"Han Shuang, we have been looking for you for a long time. Now, where do you want to escape?"
At this moment, four men in black suddenly appeared and surrounded Han Shuang.
Seeing these people, Han Shuang's expression suddenly changed.
"You guys are really haunted!"
Han Shuang gritted his teeth and said.
"Come back with us, and the helmsman may give you a chance, otherwise, you will only die!"
The leader said in an indifferent tone.
"impossible!"
After Han Shuang finished speaking, his feet suddenly moved, his body flashed, and he tried to forcefully break out of the encirclement.
But after all, there were four of them, and they were very strong, and her right arm was injured, so how could she escape?
"Bang!"
The leader of the strong men punched out, and Han Shuang flew straight away.
"Are you sure you don't want to go back with us?"
The four people immediately surrounded Han Shuang, and the leader said coldly: "The helmsman said, if you insist and don't come back, then you will be killed!"
"Then kill me!"
Han Shuang suddenly closed her eyes, without any desire to live.
"Since you asked for death, it's no one else's fault!"
The strong leader gritted his teeth and said, and as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly trampled Han Shuang's head hard with his foot.
"Whoever dares to hurt her will be killed by me!"
At this moment, a voice full of murderous intent suddenly sounded.
Then, I saw Yang Chen walking towards a few people step by step.
He was playing with a pebble in his hand, throwing it out and catching it again.