"Ha! Hahahaha … "Before Brother Bujue could finish speaking, Gu Jiaolong laughed loudly." I thought you had some brilliant idea … but in the end, you just said such nonsense. "
As he spoke, he took a few steps forward and stared at Feng Bujue. He pointed at the middle-aged man in front of him. "Based on what you said, with just three people, they want to fight against the entire Chinese world of martial artists?"
"It's not just three people," the middle-aged man said. "Originally … there were five people."
"Heh …" When Feng Bujue heard this, he laughed maliciously. "Now, there are still five people."
"Oh?" The middle-aged man seemed to have heard something from his words, and his expression changed slightly.
"I believe that you should know that Jing is already dead," Feng Bujue said.
"I know," the middle-aged man said.
"But what you still don't know is that Flower's quest has also failed," Feng Bujue said.
This news caused the middle-aged man's expression to become unprecedentedly dark.
"That's impossible …" he answered.
"It doesn't matter if you believe it or not," Feng Bujue said. "In any case, you are destined to die here today. I don't think you have the time to care about other people."
The middle-aged man fell silent, but he did not stay silent for long.
"Since you were able to see through my plan …" When he spoke again, his voice had become very cold, and killing intent had already spread out from his body. "… you should understand that even if I'm alone, I still have a ninety percent chance of succeeding in today's situation."
"Your original chances have nothing to do with me." Feng Bujue looked fearless and relaxed. "You just need to remember … since I'm here now, you don't even have a ten percent chance."
His words were a little arrogant.
At the very least, to the middle-aged man, he was overestimating himself.
But the players around him did not feel that way, because the person who said those words was Feng Bujue.
No one would ever know whether he was bluffing or telling the truth. To him, the line between impossible and possible was very blurry.
"Are you done chatting?" Gu Jiaolong, who didn't understand what the two of them were talking about, spoke up again. This Ocean Dragon Gate's boss hated being ignored. "What five or ten people? You … "
The moment the word "you" left his mouth, he reached for his waist and quickly pulled out the knife. The tip of the knife was pointed at the middle-aged man's nose.
Faced with this sudden attack, the middle-aged man did not move at all. In the end … the saber did not touch him.
With Gu Jiaolong's arm span and the length of the blade, the tip of the blade was just two centimeters away from the middle-aged man's face.
"I don't care who you are, and I don't care what you're planning." Gu Jiaolong pointed his saber at the other party and said loudly, "This young master is also a reasonable person … I have no enmity with you in the past. As long as you hand over the sword dance scroll, I will spare you …"
He didn't say the last word.
It wasn't that he didn't want to say it, but he couldn't.
Leng Yuqiu's sword was very fast, as fast as lightning.
When his sword pierced Gu Jiaolong's throat, the latter didn't even have time to react.
"Some people's weapons, even if they are unsheathed, are no different than if they were on the ground." Leng Yuqiu retracted his sword in front of everyone's astonished eyes, and said, "And some people's eyes …" As he spoke, he looked at Luo Can, Feng Meiyu, and the disciples of the three factions. "… Although they are open, they are no different from being blind."
"Leng Yuqiu …" Feng Meiyu immediately glared at Leng Yuqiu with cold eyes and said sternly, "What do you mean by this? Do you want to snatch food from our mouths? "
Her expression now looked very fierce. This was not because she hated the other party, but more … it was an instinct.
Where did Leng Yuqiu come from, how did he pull out his sword … Feng Meiyu and Luo Can didn't see clearly. In other words, if Leng Yuqiu's target was her or Luo Can, then the two of them would most likely end up like Gu Jiaolong.
Therefore, Feng Meiyu's current reaction was like a weak wild beast encountering a stronger predator. Only by baring her fangs and brandishing her claws and hoping to overwhelm her opponent with her aura would she be able to gain the upper hand.
"Snatch food? Haha … "Leng Yuqiu laughed." Don't talk about me like you people … I never said that I came to Linlu Town to snatch the sword dance sketchbook. " As he spoke, he glanced at Gu Jiaolong, who had already fallen to the ground. "I killed Gu Jiaolong because …" He took half a step back and turned to look at the middle-aged man beside him. "… He offended my master."
"What?"
Not only Luo Can and Feng Meiyu, but all the 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 didn't know the strength of the middle-aged man, they still knew a thing or two about Leng Yuqiu's strength.
Even if this man's kung fu was only slightly better than Leng Yuqiu's, it was hard to predict the outcome of today's battle.
"Sect masters, heroes, and martial artists of the Central Plains …" After a while, the middle-aged man suddenly used his internal energy to send a message. "Now that things have come to this, I have something to say …"
He only said half a sentence, but many people were already sweating. Most of these nervous, frightened, and shocked people were quasi-first-class masters in the martial arts world. It was because their kung fu had reached a certain level that they could understand how terrifying the internal energy of the person who sent the message was.
"I'm … He Yang Shinji." When the middle-aged man said his name, everyone understood that Brother Jue wasn't lying — he was really a Japanese. "Using your Central Plains' saying … I'm the leader of the Godly Jianshou Sword Sect."
This wasn't the first time he came to the Central Plains. His mastery of the Chinese language and his understanding of China's culture was probably deeper than many people from the Central Plains.
"Today, I set up this trap and brought all of you here for one thing …" After he finished introducing himself, He Yang Shinji continued, "I've heard that the Central Plains' martial arts world is full of talented people … I'm not that talented, but I'd like to use my Godly Jianshou Sword Sect sword technique to ask for advice from all the heroes in the world." He paused for half a second. "Everyone … you don't have to be polite with me. I can accept it whether you all attack me together or secretly attack me. As long as you can kill me … "
At this point, he took out the book that everyone in the martial arts world yearned for day and night.
"… Then this' Sword Dance Grass Notes' written by the 'Sword Saint' Pei Min should belong to you." Although He Yang Shinji's words were extremely unfavorable to him, his tone was still very calm. It was so calm that it made the scalps of those who heard it tingle. "But … if no one can defeat me today …" He put the secret book away. "Then … from today onwards, I, He Yang Shinji, will lead the Central Plains' martial arts world. If anyone doesn't obey … within seven days, I'll 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 … Even if your martial arts are really the best in the world, with just the few of you, do you think you can wipe out other people's sects?"
"What you said … does make sense." He Yang Shinji stopped the telepathic communication and spoke to Luo Can in a normal way. "In a place like the Jiang Clan Castle, it's easy to kill a few dozen people. But for a sect like the Beggar Sect that has members all over the world … even the imperial court couldn't wipe them out. I definitely can't do it either."
"Hmph …" Luo Can snorted coldly. A trace of pride flashed across his face.
However, in the next second, He Yang Shinji changed the topic. "But … that doesn't matter. I can only kill the sect leader."
Luo Can's face froze. His body instinctively started to circulate his vital energy.
"If killing one sect leader isn't enough, I'll kill two. Whoever becomes the sect leader, I'll kill … whoever is around him when I kill him, I'll kill them too." He Yang Shinji continued, "I think, it won't be long before no one in this sect is willing to become the sect leader … Just like a snake without a head, it will soon be a dead snake."
"How dare you!" Luo Can couldn't wait any longer. He roared and immediately got into a fighting stance. He wanted to gain the initiative by striking first.
At this moment, it wasn't that Luo Can was in a hurry to make a move. It was just that He Yang Shinji and Leng Yuqiu were just standing there, but they were almost overwhelming everyone with their aura … If Chief Luo still didn't make a move, the sect members behind him would probably scatter and flee.
"Yuqiu." He Yang Shinji didn't care about Luo Can's actions. He calmly called out to Leng Yuqiu.
"Master, what are your orders?" Leng Yuqiu could speak normally in front of her master.
He Yang Shinji immediately turned to look at Feng Bujue and said, "I want him alive."
"Understood." Leng Yuqiu responded. In the blink of an eye, she leaped more than ten meters away from where she was standing and pounced on Feng Bujue, who was on the roof by the roadside.
Brother Jue was also very alert. Seeing this scene … he turned and ran. In a flash, he had leaped far away.
Seeing this, Leng Yuqiu couldn't help but be secretly shocked by Brother Jue's "Lightness Skill". But since he had already accepted his master's order, he had to do his best. Therefore, he used all his martial arts and chased after Brother Jue.
At the same time, Luo Can also made a move.
The Eighteen Dragon Palms was the peak of external martial arts and was unparalleled in the world. Even if Luo Can's talent wasn't the best, he was able to recreate and master this lost martial art. His martial arts attainment was evident.
Right now, Luo Can was using all his strength and the power of his palms was terrifying … Not to mention the Eighteen Dragon Palms, among the martial arts masters watching the fight, there were only a few who had the confidence to take two or three of his moves.
However …
"This palm technique is really good." He Yangxin lowered his head and looked at the bleeding right arm in his hand. He commented calmly, "It's a pity … your skills are too weak."
When he finished speaking, Luo Can staggered back two steps. His eyes bulged. He slowly turned his head and looked at his right shoulder in a daze.
He couldn't believe … Not only did he not see He Yangxin make a move, he didn't even realize his arm had been cut off …
He wasn't the only one. The sect leaders and disciples who were watching … none of them clearly saw what He Yangxin did.
When did he move? When did he attack? How did he cut off Luo Can's right arm? When did he return to his original position?
These questions were like terrifying nightmares that quickly spread in everyone's hearts …
"There were too many unnecessary movements and they were too slow. The speed of your inner strength was also so slow that it was as if it was still … Your inner strength isn't that strong." As He Yangxin spoke, he casually threw Luo Can's arm to the ground. "Someone like you can also become a sect leader … The standard of the martial arts world in the Central Plains is worrying …"
He was undoubtedly mocking them, but for a moment, no one came out to refute him.
What followed was Luo Can's painful groans as he fell to the ground …
"Ah … Ah —" After a breath, one of the Ocean Dragon Sect's disciples screamed and scrambled to escape.
His actions instantly triggered a chain reaction. The Ocean Dragon Sect's people ran away in the blink of an eye. They didn't even want their young sect leader's body.
The Beggar Clan's people were a little better. Someone in the crowd shouted, "Quickly protect the sect leader!" Then, a few Beggar Clan's disciples who were nearby rushed up and dragged the unconscious Luo Can back. They retreated with the rest of the group …
With these two sects running away, there was no need for the White Plum Cult to stay. They weren't stupid. Everyone could see that He Yangxin's martial arts were so high that it wasn't something that could be stopped by 'numbers'. No matter how many shrimp soldiers there were, it was useless against him.
Who would have thought …
"White Plum Cult members, listen to my orders!" Feng Meiyu's expression was surprisingly calm.
"Yes … Yes!" The disciples behind her came back to their senses after hearing her shout.
"Immediately split into two groups and withdraw from the town. If I don't come out at five o 'clock in the afternoon, you will withdraw to the headquarters on your own. We'll discuss it again." Feng Meiyu gave the order with a very firm attitude.
As for her disciples … after a slight hesitation, they quickly carried out the order.
Unlike many movies, they didn't say anything like, "Sect leader, we're not leaving!" or "If we're leaving, we're leaving together."
In the real world, real people were often heartless in the face of life and death. There weren't many people who could disregard life and death to be loyal. In fact, there were very few of them.
Not long after, the White Plum Cult members also ran away. In the middle of the street, there were only four people, a corpse, and an arm left.
"Look at this … You're planning to fight to the death." He Yangxin wasn't in a hurry to make a move. He knew that if he wanted to plant fear in the hearts of those people, he couldn't be too fast.
Sometimes, fear didn't only come from the 'unknown', but also from the 'understanding'.
He needed to slow down the pace of killing so that people could realize what was happening.
"I'm not afraid of death." What Feng Meiyu said was the truth. Her life had long been a tragedy. After taking revenge, what she received was only endless emptiness and double torture, so she didn't really care about her life. "But I don't plan to die in vain."
"You plan to die together with me?" He Yangxin asked again.
"Not necessarily," Feng Meiyu said.
"Oh?" He Yangxin had actually already sensed the approaching threat, but he still calmly signaled for her to continue.
"Because … There are many people who aren't afraid of death like me," Feng Meiyu continued.
When she said this, a few more people appeared on the street.
To be precise, there were five people.
There were men and women of different ages and sects, but they all had one thing in common — the five of them all used swords.
"Confucian Swordsman Xie Xiuwen, Purple Bamboo Scholar Meng He, Heavenblessed Sword Qiu Baqi, Venomous Spider Sword Tang Ling, Camel Immortal Ma Tayun of the South Sea …" He Yangxin's gaze swept across these people's faces as he reported their names one by one. "Hmm … It's about time."
"What do you mean it's about time?" Qiu Baqi was a thin man in his forties. He looked gentle, but his personality was impulsive and aggressive. "Do you have a short lifespan?"
"Ha …" Heyang Shinji chuckled. He didn't care about this provocation. "What I mean is … with the few of you standing here, most of the famous swordsmen in the martial arts world of the Central Plains have arrived."
He wasn't wrong. Other than Duan Keyi and Daoist Cotton, who were already dead, and Leng Yuqiu, who was the successor of the Godly Ultimate Sword Style, these five swordsmen were the most famous.
"It's good that you know." Tang Ling's hand was already on her sword.
"I'll let you see if there's no one left in the Central Plains!" Qiu Baqi was clearly the kind of person who would throw away his life for a single breath.
"First, I want the sword dance sketches. Second, I don't want to take orders from you, so … I think … it's better to kill you." Purple Bamboo Scholar had a habit of speaking step by step, and … he didn't like to lie.
"Hmph … I don't have any other intentions. As long as they're Japanese pirates, I'll kill them on sight!" Ma Tayun's son, daughter-in-law, and grandson had all died in the hands of Japanese pirates. It could be said that he had a deep grudge against them. Therefore, he didn't differentiate between good and bad people from Dongying.
"You Japanese barbarian … today, I'll make you pay with your blood!" It wasn't surprising that Xie Xiuwen would stand up.
This Master of the Xie Family, who was already in a semi-retired state, had deliberately disguised himself this time and secretly came to Linlu Town just to protect his grandson at a critical moment.
He originally thought that his grandson had Uncle Liu with him, so he didn't have to worry too much. He would only need to act at night and on New Year's Eve.
He didn't expect … that Xie Wuhua would die in the inn in broad daylight.
After Xie Xiuwen heard about his grandson's death, he had been looking for Leng Yuqiu. However, the latter had already left the inn and was nowhere to be found.
Therefore, whether it was as a member of the Central Plains' martial arts world or because of personal grudges, Xie Xiuwen had to come out and fight with the other party.
"Good … good …" He Yangxin faced the five great swordsmen and White Plum Cult Leader without any fear.
On the contrary, his face showed excitement.
"You don't have to be polite … the six of you can come at me together." At this moment, He Yangxin … untied the belt on the weapon in his hand and tore off the rag used to wrap it.
Then, a one-and-a-half-meter long katana without a sheath and with an extremely blunt edge … appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
When He Yangxin picked up his weapon this time, he finally put on a real 'stance' and said, "You guys … should be able to let me have some fun."
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