Outside the Castlevania.
Thirteen small axes fell from the sky and hit the side of the dragon sedan.
There was nothingness around the dragon sedan.
All the disciples of Qingming Academy of Shanglin Tiangong were lying in a pool of blood, except for the head disciple, Mr. Long, who was still standing there, but his clothes were torn and his body was covered with bloodstains.
Wang Ruoxu, the head of the Wang family, threw the Suzaku longbow in his hand to the ground and scolded in a low voice: "I have never had a fight like this before."
Lu Tianxing, who was standing next to him, spat a mouthful of blood on the ground: "This is not a fight, this is called a war."
"How does it compare to what you saw on the shores of the South China Sea that year?" Wang Ruoxu asked Dongfang Yunwo beside him.
Dongfang Yunwo stuck the spear into the ground and sneered: "If it were the same back then, all of us would be lying on the ground now."
"Is this the Sword Immortal?" The man in green sat on the ground, looking at the red figure that was still standing.
For a whole day and night, this sword immortal in red, who looked rather frail in appearance, had already struck out countless times, and each strike blocked their charge. But after the first night, the sword immortal in red no longer took the initiative to strike out, but took a defensive posture, and only when they charged forward would he slowly swing his sword.
At first they thought Jimo Huaxue was tired, after all, they had more people and more power. But after trying again and again, they found that they were tired first, while Jimo Huaxue seemed to be able to always swing the next sword.
Jimo Huaxue is not only an expert in swordsmanship, but also seems to be good at fighting.
"You actually had the chance to pass through my sword a long time ago. You only needed to sacrifice one of your lives." Jimo Huaxue looked at the leaders of the four major families in front of him and said calmly, "But none of you wanted to be that person, so you couldn't cross my sword. So you! This time, you will definitely lose."
The three family heads were all silent, only the man in green smiled and said, "This deal is not worth it."
"So interests can never bring victory." Jimo Huaxue said lightly.
"Then what can we do?" asked the man in blue.
"Justice." Jimo Huaxue replied simply.
The man in green was stunned, and his subconscious reaction was to laugh. The only remaining sword immortal in the world, the lord of Jimo Sword City, would actually say such childish words as "only justice can bring victory". But just as he was about to laugh, he felt a chill in his heart.
This should be the consensus in the industry.
But why did he find it funny after hearing it? And he was already one of the people who tried to change the situation like the four major families
The man in blue clothes said seriously, "I am grateful for your advice."
"What are you waiting for here?" Jimo Huaxue glanced into the distance, "Are you waiting for him to die?"
Mr. Long was still standing, even though there was no one beside him and even though all his axes had been chopped into pieces, he was still standing.
Mo Wen in front of him was standing upright with his knife on the ground.
Although both of them were exhausted.
"Mr. Long, even though it has come to this moment, I still want to say one thing." Mo Wen sighed, "It's not worth it."
Mr. Long said in a deep voice: "There is no such thing as worth it or not, only whether you will regret it or not."
"Do you regret it now, sir?" Mo Wen asked.
"I have tried my best." Mr. Long replied.
"Sir, you died in battle, and Qingming Academy has lost its power. In the future, Shanglin Palace and Qingming Academy will no longer have the glory they once had." Mo Wen said slowly.
"Qingmingyuan has no glory. We are all people living in darkness." Mr. Long looked up at the sky. "I suddenly miss Su Han a little."
"Su Han? I heard that Mr. Long has always been at odds with Palace Master Su." Mo Wen was puzzled.
"Su Han once wanted to dismantle Qingming Court. He said that the future of the martial arts world would no longer need our presence. But his father did not allow it, so we have survived to this day." Mr. Long lowered his head. "Now that I think about it, perhaps the martial arts world without us is the best."
"But it's a bit regrettable to see it end this way." Mo Wen sighed softly.
"I left an order before I came. If I die, Qingming Academy will be disbanded." Mr. Long said in a deep voice.
"Why?" Mo Wen was stunned.
"Shanglin Palace will soon be in chaos, and the martial arts world will also be in chaos." Mr. Long took out a command arrow from his arms and threw it into the air, "But the era of our Qingming Academy will end today."
Mo Wen pondered for a long time, then slowly said, "Mr. Long has great righteousness in his heart."
"There is no sense of justice, I just want to kill you." Mr. Long put his hands in his sleeves, "What a pity."
Mo Wen sighed, pulled out the knife from the ground, walked forward slowly, and after a moment of silence, raised the golden knife.
The knife falls.
Heads fell.
Blood gushed out.
Mr. Long was still standing.
Mo Wen turned around and walked towards Jimo Huaxue.
Jimo Huaxue put away the sword and whispered, "The end you are waiting for has come. Mr. Long, the head of Qingming Academy, is also a pitiful person. You are his allies, but everyone is waiting for him to die so that they can have a reason to retreat.
The man in green stood up and dusted himself off: "It's really embarrassing to say the least."
After a few leaps, Mo Wen had already arrived beside Jimo Huaxue, carrying a knife. He glanced at Dongfang Yunwo and asked, "Do you still want to fight?"
Dongfang Yunwo spun the spear in his hand lightly, turned around and said, "We have to fight eventually, but not today."
"You've changed a lot over the years." Mo Wen said in a deep voice.
"You haven't changed at all." Dongfang Yun and I walked forward.
"I'm disappointed that you've changed, but I'm also glad that I haven't changed." Mo Wen said loudly.
"Live longer." Dongfang Yunwo carried the spear on his shoulder and walked forward.
Mo Wen's pupils shrank slightly. Many years ago, the two of them, one carrying a long sword and the other carrying a long spear, walked towards the battlefield casually. It didn't look like they were going to kill people, but more like they were going to have a drink.
Unfortunately, such days will never come back.
"Let's go." Jimo Huaxue turned around and walked towards the Demon Castle.
"Let's go!" Mo Wen swung the long sword in his hand and shouted, "We won!"
All the Nine Evils of Demon City retreated as well. They followed Mo Wen and shouted in unison: "Victory!"
Suddenly, nearly a hundred people fell from the wall of Demon Castle, and they all shouted in unison with Mo Wen.
“Victory!”
Wang Ruoxu narrowed his eyes and looked at the people above him. They were all once famous villains in the martial arts world, but they had disappeared for many years. He did not expect that they were hiding in the Demon City. If they had taken action early in the morning, he would have no chance of winning.
"Mo Wen, you are really an opponent worth remembering." Wang Ruoxu turned and left.
"Are you worthy enough to be my opponent?" The man in blue shrugged and left.
"Are you okay?" On the way back to the city, Mo asked Jimo Huaxue beside him.
"In a moment." Jimo Huaxue looked at her hands, "I won't be able to hold the sword anymore."