Fang Jin is not a good person.
Like most people in this world, he cannot be defined by pure "good" or "bad".
He has done good and evil.
He once had lofty ideals and aspirations, but in the end he also drifted with the tide, unknowingly running around for fame and fortune.
Humans are complex creatures, each with its own position, goal and way of life.
But everyone... has his own bottom line.
But today, He Yang Zhiyan...or He Yang Xinci and others have already touched Fang Jin's bottom line.
It is true that Fang Jin is a member of the public family, to put it harshly, a running dog of the government; but other than that, he is also a warrior, the apprentice of Daohuang Mengqing... and even a member of the Central Plains Wulin.
Whether people in the rivers and lakes fight and kill themselves, or all kinds of conspiracies instigated by the court to control the rivers and lakes, these methods are all acceptable; he can even choose sides in this kind of battle for his own benefit.
Because he knows very well... no one can "unify the rivers and lakes for thousands of generations", and it is impossible for the rivers and lakes to truly disappear from this world.
Martial arts lords, peerless masters, and even emperors... in the face of the word "jianghu", at most they can only win a temporary victory.
Their victories, like their own lives, will fade away with time.
There will always be a new era, and new disputes will come...
Just because of the saying that everyone knows - where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.
But this time, the situation is different.
In the past, no matter how fierce the fights were, they were also "inner fights", but this time... the imperial court wanted an Eastern school like "Shen Chuan Ji Jian Liu" to dominate the martial arts in the Central Plains, this is not what Fang Jin can bear.
Even if it is just a "temporary victory", the fact that the Central Plains Wulin was once dominated by a Japanese sect with only a few people will become an established "fact".
Maybe those people who live in the inner courtyard of the imperial palace and the rich families in the deep houses... will not have any special feelings about this, but for those who practice martial arts from such a poor background and who have gone through the rivers and lakes, such a shame is absolutely insignificant. room for compromise.
Of course... Considering that everyone's bottom line is different, some people may still be able to accept it, such as Tu Ji, who really deserves the name of "shameless".
"Leader, leave the surrounding security to my Crazy Tiger Gang. You can deal with those four ignorant guys with peace of mind..."
On the main street, the three players were still in a stalemate in the distance, but Tu Ji didn't seem to pay much attention to the tired dream. In contrast, he was more worried about the three famous swordsmen and Feng Meiyu. .
"Tu Ji! You shameless villain!" On the other side, Qiu Baqi was so angry that his eyes turned red when he saw Tu Ji's face. He simply ignored He Yang Xinci and shouted angrily , Chasing and killing Tu Ji, "Today I will kill you first!"
When the words fell, Qiu Baqi stretched out his body fiercely, and swept out the sword in his hand.
"Ridiculous..." Seeing this, He Yang Xinci raised his sword and blocked the opponent's attack trajectory, "I'm here... Will it be your turn to decide who will die and who will live?"
call-
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At the same moment, Xie Xiuwen and Meng He also moved.
They... don't know why they want to make a move...
Because in their hearts, they have already lost.
Confucian swordsman and Zizhu layman are both over sixty years of age. Given their age and experience, there will definitely not be any young people who say "Even if I know I am far inferior to you, but if I don't fight hard, who can judge the outcome?" " mentality.
He Yangxin's move to kill Ma Tayun and Tang Ling had already killed Xie Meng's fighting spirit.
But... They finally made a move.
Maybe they were thinking: Even if they couldn't win, at least they could save Qiu Baqi's life within this move.
It's also possible that they just wanted to sacrifice their lives to help Qiu Baqi kill that scum of Tu Ji.
It's also possible that their ideas are similar to Fang Jin's... Instead of letting them live in a world dominated by Dongying people, it's better to fight to the death and die.
Nobody knows exactly what they're thinking, as I said...not even them.
Of course, those are not important anymore.
There are some things that you don't need to think too clearly; you just want to be clear in your heart.
For a swordsman, death is not terrible. What is terrible is that when he should make a move... he doesn't even have the courage to swing the sword.
buzz—
A second later, the strange sound of the blunt sword sounded again.
This also means... He Yangxin made another move.
"Extreme Sword Flow from the Divine Legend · Profound Truth · Double Swallow Return!"
This time, He Yang Xinci released his sword at the same moment as he announced the name of the move. Judging from his eyes and tone, this is also his most serious shot so far.
Xie Xiuwen's Xie Family Swordsmanship and Meng He's Purple Bamboo Thirteen Swords are both top-notch swordsmanship in the Central Plains martial arts today. The two people's combined profound internal strength of more than a hundred years is also unquestionable hard power.
Even though He Yang Xinci's martial arts were far superior to anyone present, he had to devote all his attention to the combined attack of these two top fighters in the Central Plains martial arts.
But see, he squatted the inner strength of his whole body, his whole body burst out with fighting spirit, his posture was as steady as Songyue's.
However, the blunt sword in his hand seemed extremely light at this moment, as light as ears of wheat.
Ping Ping—
Two quick beeps, as fast as lightning.
The two quick shadows melted into the sword light.
Extremely strong skills and extremely subtle sword moves intertwined in the cold wind.
And the winner, there is only one person...
"Cough...uh..." When Meng He vomited blood and fell to the ground, his eyes did not look at He Yang Xinci, but at Xie Xiuwen who fell to the ground before him.
The two of them are old rivals.
As two outstanding swordsmen of the same generation, they are naturally often compared by others; over the past few decades, the two have also fought three times, but neither of them won or lost.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, here... on this hopeless occasion, they would be divided.
The two attacked at the same time and attacked the same opponent. In the end, Xie Xiuwen had half of his neck cut off, while Meng He dodged half a point and his throat was cut.
Although the difference is not big from the results, but for them... this difference is enough.
Before dying, the eyes of the two people met, buried thousands of words in the silence.
No regrets in life, no regrets in death.
With such awareness, two more peerless swordsmen fell into a pool of blood.
At the same time, Qiu Baqi's sword had already pierced Tu Ji's heart.
but…
"Hehehe..." Tu Ji's sinister laughter sounded like a death knell ringing in Qiu Baqi's ears, "What a heavenly sword... this sword technique is really inevitable..."
"You... unexpectedly..." At this time, Qiu Baqi was gushing blood from his mouth.
It turned out that when he stabbed Tu Ji, he was also hit in the heart by the opponent's "Crazy Tiger Biting Heart" move; and the internal injury caused by this palm is undoubtedly devastating...
"It's a pity... Although your swordsmanship is excellent, your brain is not very good." Tu Ji sneered, "You don't even think about it? With my martial arts, how could it be possible for me to fight against me even though I knew you were going to die? How about fighting with you at the same place?" He also lowered his head and looked at his "wound", where... not even a drop of blood flowed, "Hehe... this 'Golden Silk Armor' is a priceless treasure , can block all kinds of sharp weapons in the world; at the beginning, I used two stunning concubines and a whole carload of expensive calligraphy and paintings to get it, but now it seems... It's quite worth it."
Boom!
Just when Tu Ji was triumphant, a change occurred again.
Feng Meiyu, who had been looking for a chance to get a mobile phone, suddenly flashed out and killed Qiu Baqi, and slapped the latter on the back.
At that first moment, Tu Ji thought that Feng Meiyu was the same as himself, and decided to defect and seek refuge with He Yang Xinci.
But what he didn't expect was...
After a breath, the tip of the sword in Qiu Baqi's hand...suddenly thrust forward again, piercing through the golden silk armor, and piercing into Tu Ji's heart.
"Uh...ah!" Tu Ji screamed in astonishment, but it was already too late for him to pull back now...
"Hero Qiu, I've offended you." Feng Meiyu said as she retracted her palm.
But Qiu Baqi, who fell down, had a relieved smile on his face, coughing up blood and laughing, "Hahaha... Where is it... Thank you so much..."
Before he could say the word "help" at the end, he died.
For a person whose heart veins have been shattered, it is a miracle that he can hold his posture until Feng Meiyu's palm passes through.
"No... I can't die... I..." Looking at Tu Ji on the ground, he was not as calm as Qiu Baqi. Until the moment before he died, he seemed extremely painful and babbled almost hysterically.
He looked like a puppet controlled by desire (anti-harmony), watching the threads on his body being torn off one by one, and making the final struggle.
But his ending is still death.
"Huh... I have to praise you." A moment later, He Yang Xinci glanced at Tu Ji's corpse with eyes like looking at garbage, then turned his head and said to Feng Meiyu, "Even a dog... can stand in front of me." Killing him is also capable." He seemed to be a little annoyed, "Then... Phoenix Clan Master, you should have the corresponding awareness, right?"
"Heh..." Feng Meiyu showed a sad smile, "To be honest... I thought I was the same person as Tu Ji; Everything I do is for myself; logically speaking, I should not hesitate to lead the Baimei sect to join you. But... I can't do such a thing. "
Feng Meiyu turned around while talking, and faced He Yang Xinci without fear: "Seeing Tu Ji's appearance when he died, I finally understand the difference between me and him..." She paused, then Zhang's morbidly obese face was full of flesh, and there was a smile, "He is a dog, and I am a human being."
While speaking, she had already succeeded in her luck and was ready to fight to the death.
"He Yang Xinci, your martial arts are indeed very high, maybe you are really invincible. But remember... not everyone will succumb to force and interests. Those of us in the world also have a line that cannot be violated , I swear to the death that I will not let you cross the line!"
"Soga (like this)... naruhodo (so it turns out)..." He Yang Xinci heard the words, said a sentence of his hometown dialect coldly, and then continued in the Central Plains dialect, "If this is the case...then I will step on your corpses , cross that line..."
buzz—
His blunt sword moved again.
For He Yang Xinji, killing Feng Meiyu didn't require any moves, just a simple slash would do.
But this time he slashed with all his strength.
because he was angry...
Although it was sneering on the surface, He Yang Xinci was already furious in his heart.
For a person who thinks that the world is invincible and wants to use force to make everyone submit to his feet... he can laugh it off if he denies his strength, but it is unforgivable to deny his values.
He Yang Xinci had already made up his mind, he wanted to use this angry sword to cut the brazen fat woman in front of him, and let her die as ugly as possible.
Unexpectedly... the moment his sword was swept out.
A stunning figure suddenly appeared!
The two sword glows brought out an icy cold voice: "[Magic Flow · Weeping Blood]."