"Ha! Hahahaha..." Before Brother Jue finished speaking, Gu Jiaolong laughed out loud, "I thought you had some good ideas...but you actually uttered such nonsense."
As he spoke, he took a few steps forward, looked at Feng Bujue, and pointed at the middle-aged man in front of him: "According to what you mean, with just three of them, you want to fight against the entire Central Plains martial arts?"
"There are more than three people." The middle-aged man took over his words, "Originally... there were five people."
"Heh..." Feng Bujue smiled maliciously when he heard the words, "Now, it's the same five people."
"Oh?" The middle-aged man heard something from his words, and his expression changed slightly.
"I think you should also know that 'Mirror' is dead." Feng Bujue said.
"I know." The middle-aged man said.
"But what you don't know is... the mission of 'Flower' also failed." Feng Bujue said.
This news made the middle-aged man's expression darker than ever.
"That's impossible..." he replied.
"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not..." Feng Bujue said, "Anyway, you are destined to die here today, and I don't think you have the time to care about others."
The middle-aged man was silent, but not for a long time.
"Since you can see through my plan..." When he spoke again, his voice became very cold, and the killing intent had spread all over his body, "...you should understand that even if it's just me, today's situation, I have nine chances." It's a sure thing."
"Your original confidence has nothing to do with me." Feng Bujue looked reassuring, and said easily, "You just have to remember... Now that I'm here, you're 10% sure No chance."
This is a bit crazy.
At least to the middle-aged man's ears, this was beyond his control.
But the players around didn't feel that way, because... the person who said that was Feng Bujue.
You never know if he's bluffing or telling the truth, and for him the line between "impossible" and "possible" is blurred.
"Have you guys finished chatting yet?" Gu Jiaolong, who didn't understand what the two were saying at all, spoke again at this time, this leader of Hailongmen hates being ignored, "Why five people and ten people? you… "
The moment the word "you" came out, he touched his waist with his backhand, and quickly drew out the knife, pointing the tip of the knife at the bridge of the middle-aged man's nose.
Faced with this sudden attack, the middle-aged man did not move at all; as a result... the knife did not touch him.
Gu Jiaolong's arm span and the length of the blade just made the tip of the blade come two centimeters away from the middle-aged man's face.
"I don't care who you are, and I don't care what your intentions are." Gu Jiaolong just pointed his knife at the other party, and said loudly, "This young master is also a reasonable person... I have no grievances with you in the past and have no hatred in the present, as long as you Hand over the sword dance grass note, and I will forgive you..."
He didn't say the last word.
It's not that I don't want to say it, but I can't say it.
Leng Yuqiu's sword is fast, as fast as lightning.
When his sword pierced Gu Jiaolong's throat, the latter had no room to react.
"Some people's weapons, even if they are out of the sheath, are no different from putting them on the ground." Leng Yuqiu retracted the sword under the astonished eyes of everyone, and said as he retracted, "there are some people's eyes..." he said , and looked at Luo Can, Feng Meiyu and the disciples of the three gangs, "...Although they are open, it is no different from being blind."
"Leng Yuqiu..." Feng Meiyu immediately stared at Leng Yuqiu with cold eyes, and said sharply, "What do you mean? You want to grab food from us?"
Her expression at this time looked very fierce, not because she hated him so much, but more... It was an instinct.
Where did Leng Yuqiu come from and how did he draw his sword... Neither Feng Meiyu nor Luo Can could see clearly; Most of the end will be the same as Gu Jiaolong.
Therefore, Feng Meiyu's current reaction is like that of a weak beast when it encounters a predator stronger than itself - only by opening its teeth and claws, hoping to overwhelm the opponent in terms of momentum, can it gain some opportunities.
"Snatching food? Hehe..." Leng Yuqiu smiled, "Don't make me sound like you people... I never said that I came to Lu Town to snatch the sword and dance grass." While speaking, he Glancing at Gu Jiaolong who had fallen to the ground, "I killed Gu Jiaolong just because..." He took another half step back, turned his head and glanced at the middle-aged man beside him, "...he offended my master. "
"what?"
Not only Luo Can and Feng Meiyu, but also all martial artists in the open and in the dark, as well as a few players who didn't know the situation, were shocked by these words.
Although they don't know the middle-aged man's strength, people still know a little about Leng Yuqiu's strength.
Even assuming that this man's martial arts is only a little bit higher than Leng Yuqiu's, the outcome of today's match is hard to predict.
"All the leaders of the Central Plains martial arts, knights, and martial arts masters..." After a while, the middle-aged man suddenly used his internal force to start a voice transmission, "This is the end of the matter, I have something to say..."
He had only said half a sentence, and many people were already in cold sweat; and most of these nervous, frightened, and shocked people were quasi-first-class masters in the martial arts world... precisely because their martial arts cultivation has reached a certain level, Only then can I realize how terrifying the inner strength of the person supporting this sound transmission is.
"Next... He Yang Xinci." When the middle-aged man said his name, people also understood that what Brother Jue said was true-this is really a person from Dongying, "Using the words of your Central Plains... I am' The master of the legendary Sword School of Extreme Sword Style."
This is not the first time he has come to the Central Plains. His mastery of the Chinese language and understanding of Chinese culture may be deeper than many Central Plains people.
"Today, I set up this game to attract you all for one thing..." After introducing himself, He Yang Xinji continued, "I have heard that the martial arts in the Central Plains are beautiful, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon... I am not talented, I want to learn from the heroes of the world with my self-created 'Shen Chuan Ji Jian Liu' sword technique." He paused for half a second, "Everyone... don't be polite to me, whether it's swarming up, or stabbing someone in the back... I can accept it .if only you could kill me..."
At this point, he took out from his arms the book that made everyone in the martial arts world linger in their hearts.
"...Then this book 'Sword Dance Grass' written by 'Sword Master' Pei Min should belong to you." Although what He Yang Xinci said was extremely unfavorable to him, his The tone was still very calm, so calm that everyone who heard it felt scalp numb, "But...if no one can beat me today..." He put the secret book back into his arms again, "Then...from today, the Central Plains martial arts will be I, He Yang Xinci, will be in charge, and whoever does not follow... within seven days, I will make his sect disappear from the world."
"What a joke!" Hearing this, Luo Can couldn't help but interrupt, "Let's not talk about whether you can leave this place alive today... Even if your martial arts are really the best in the world, you just want to beat other people's martial arts. Are the sects exterminated?"
"What you said...does have some truth." He Yang Xinci stopped the voice transmission, and said to Luo Can in a normal way of speaking, "In a place like Jiangjiabao, dozens of people can be killed very quickly. ; but a sect like your Beggars' Gang, which is full of people... even the imperial court couldn't kill it back then, and I certainly couldn't do it."
"Hmph..." Luo Can snorted coldly when he heard this, and a smug look flashed across his face.
However, in the next second, He Yang Xinci changed the subject: "But... that's okay, I can just kill the head."
Luo Can's face froze, while his body had already instinctively mobilized his true energy.
"Killing one head is not enough, I will kill two, whoever becomes the head, I will kill whoever... I will kill whoever is around him when I kill him." He Yang Xinci's words continued , "I think, it won't take long, no one in this sect will be willing to be the head... Just like a snake without a head, it will soon be a dead snake."
"It's unreasonable!" Luo Can couldn't wait any longer, he shouted loudly, and immediately put on a posture, wanting to strike first.
At this moment, it's not that Luo Can is in a hurry to make a move, it's just that He Yang Xinci and Leng Yuqiu are just standing there, and they are almost crushing everyone with their aura... The crowd will scatter and flee.
"Yuqiu." On He Yangxin's side, he didn't care about Luo Can's actions, he calmly called out Leng Yuqiu.
"Master, what are your orders?" Leng Yuqiu could speak normally in front of Master.
He Yang Xinci immediately turned his head to look at Feng Bujue, and said, "I want to live."
"Understood." Leng Yuqiu responded, and in a blink of an eye, he flew more than ten meters away from the spot, and rushed straight to Feng Bujue on the roof by the roadside.
Brother Jue is also extremely alert, seeing this scene... he turned around and ran away, and he didn't know how far he jumped in a dodge.
Seeing this, Leng Yuqiu couldn't help but secretly startled at Brother Jue's "lightness kungfu", but since he had accepted his master's order, he must try his best to do it, so he put in 100% of his kung fu and chased after him desperately.
At the same moment, Luo Can also made a move.
The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are the pinnacle of external skills, unparalleled in the world. Even though Luo Can's talent is not extremely high, his ability to reproduce this lost martial art and master it is also evident in his martial arts attainments.
Right now, Luo Can is using all his strength to strike, and the strength of his palms is terrifying... let alone eighteen palms, among the martial arts heroes who are watching the battle, there are only a handful of people who are confident enough to accept his two moves and three moves.
However…
"This palm technique is really good." He Yang Xinci lowered his head, looked at the bleeding right arm in his hand, and commented calmly, "It's a pity... your skill is too bad."
When the words fell, Luo Can staggered back two steps, his eyes popped open, he turned his head slowly, and looked blankly at his right shoulder.
He couldn't believe it... Not only did he not see the other party's attack, but he even realized that his arm was cut off with belatedness...
It's not just him, but the leaders and disciples of the various gangs who are looking at this side... all of them didn't see clearly what He Yang Xinci did.
When did he move? When did you make the move? In what way did you cut off Luo Can's right arm? When did it return to its original position
These problems are like horrible nightmares, quickly spreading in people's hearts...
"There are too many redundant movements, and too slow, and the speed of the internal force is also slow as if it is still... Obviously, the internal force is not very strong." He Yang Xinci threw Luo Can's arm to the ground casually while speaking, "You like this A person can also be the leader of a gang... The level of martial arts in the Central Plains is worrying... "
He was undoubtedly mocking, but for a while, no one came out to refute.
What followed was Luo Can's painful groan when he fell to the ground...
"Ah... ah—" After a breath, a member of Hailongmen's gang was the first to scream, and started to run away.
His actions triggered a chain reaction in an instant, and the people of Hailongmen ran away almost in a blink of an eye, not even the corpse of their young gang leader.
The members of the Beggars' Sect are better than them, and I don't know who in the crowd shouted... "Hurry up and protect the leader!" Then, several disciples of the Beggars' Sect who were close to him rushed up and dragged the unconscious Luo Can Come back and leave with everyone...
Once these two factions run away, there is no need for the Baimei Sect to stay any longer. Everyone is not stupid, everyone can see that this He Yang Xinci's martial arts is so high that it is no longer enough to be filled with "numbers"; no matter how many shrimp soldiers and crab generals, it will not work against him.
did not expect…
"Baimei Cultists listen!" Feng Meiyu's demeanor was surprisingly calm.
"Yes... yes!" The disciples behind her came back to their senses after being shouted at by her.
"You immediately divide into two groups and withdraw from the town. If Shen Shi does not see me coming out, you will withdraw to the main altar on your own and discuss further." Feng Meiyu issued an order with a very firm attitude.
And her congregation... After a little hesitation, they quickly carried out the order.
Unlike many film and television works, they did not say lines such as "Master, we will not go!" or "Let's go together."
The real arena, the real people, are often ruthless and ungrateful at the moment of life and death. There are not so many people who can put life and death aside to do their loyalty... In fact, they are pitifully few.
Not long after, all the Baimei Cultists also ran away; in the middle of the street, there were only four people, a corpse, and an arm left.
"Look at this posture... You are planning to fight to the death." He Yang Xinci was not in a hurry to do it, he knew that if he wanted to plant fear in those people's hearts, he couldn't be too quick.
Sometimes, fear not only comes from "unknown", but also from "understanding".
He needs to slow down the pace of killing so people can react to what happened.
"I'm not afraid of death." What Feng Meiyu said was the truth. Her life had long been a tragedy. After revenge, all she got was endless emptiness and physical and mental torture, so she didn't really care about her own life. "But I don't intend to die in vain."
"Are you planning to die with me?" He Yang Xin asked again.
"That's not necessarily the case." Feng Meiyu said.
"Oh?" He Yang Xinci had actually noticed the threat approaching quietly, but he still calmly motioned for the other party to continue.
"Because... there are many people who are not afraid of death like me." Feng Meiyu continued.
When she said these words, a few more people appeared on the street.
Five people, to be precise.
These five people are male and female, of different ages and sects, but they all have one thing in common - all five of them use swords.
"Confucian swordsman Xie Xiuwen, Zizhu layman Meng He, Tianzong sword Qiu Baqi, poisonous spider sword Tang Ling, Nanhai camel fairy Ma Tayun..." He Yang Xinci glanced at the faces of these people one by one, and said one by one. Named these people, "Well... almost."
"What's the matter?" Qiu Baqi is a skinny man in his forties. He looks gentle, but his personality is quite impulsive and aggressive. "Is your lifespan?"
"Heh..." He Yang Xinci laughed lightly, not paying attention to the provocation, "I mean... you guys stop here, and the famous swordsmen in the Central Plains martial arts are almost here."
His words are not bad, apart from Duan Keyi and Taoist Mian, who are dead, and Leng Yuqiu, the descendant of the legendary swordsmanship, these five swordsmen have the most reputation in the world.
"It's good that you know." Tang Ling's hand was already on the sword.
"I'll let you see if the Central Plains Wulin is deserted!" Qiu Baqi was obviously the kind of person who would risk his life just for one breath.
"Firstly, I want the story of sword dance grass, and secondly, I don't want to take orders from you, so... I think... I'd better kill you." Layman Zizhu has a habit of speaking step by step, orderly, and... He doesn't like to lie either.
"Huh... I don't mean anything else. Anyway, as long as it is a Japanese pirate, I will kill one!" Ma Tayun's son, daughter-in-law, and grandson... all died at the hands of Japanese pirates. People who come here, he doesn't distinguish between good and bad, just kill them.
"You barbarian from the Japanese kingdom... I will demand blood from you today!" It is not surprising that Xie Xiuwen will stand up.
The head of the Xie family, who had been in a semi-retired state in the mansion, specially disguised himself this time and came to Linlu Town secretly, just to protect his grandson at a critical moment.
He originally thought that since Uncle Liu was with him, he didn't need to worry too much; at night and on New Year's Eve, he would have to do it himself.
Unexpectedly... Xie Wuhua would die in the inn in broad daylight.
After Xie Xiuwen learned of his grandson's death, he had been looking for Leng Yuqiu, but at that time, the latter had left the inn and disappeared, and did not show up here until today.
Therefore, whether it is as a member of the Central Plains Wulin, or because of personal grievances, Xie Xiuwen will definitely come out to fight the opponent.
"Okay... Well done..." He Yang Xinci faced the five great swordsmen plus one Baimei leader, still without fear.
On the contrary, his face showed excitement.
"You're welcome... let's go six together." At this moment, He Yang Xinci... untied the belt around the weapon in his hand, and tore off the layer of rags used for wrapping.
Then, a samurai sword with a total length of about 1.5 meters, no sheath, and an extremely blunt blade...appeared in front of everyone.
When He Yangxin picked up the weapon, he finally put on a real "stance" and said: "Your words... should let me enjoy a little bit of fun."