Fang Jin could not be considered a good person.
He was the same as most people in the world. He could not be defined as good or bad.
He had done good deeds before, but he had also done evil deeds before.
He once had great dreams and ambitions, but in the end, he went with the flow. Without realizing it, he was already running around for fame and fortune.
Humans were complicated creatures. Everyone had their own stand, goals, and way of living.
But everyone … had their own bottom line.
And today, He Yang Zhiyan … or rather, He Yang Shinji and the others had touched Fang Jin's bottom line.
Fang Jin was indeed a member of the government. To put it bluntly, he was a lackey of the government. But aside from that, he was also a martial artist. He was Blade Phoenix Meng Qing's disciple, and he was also a part of the Chinese martial arts world.
It did not matter whether it was the fights and killings between the people of the martial arts world or the various schemes that the imperial court came up with to control the martial arts world. Fang Jin could accept all of it. In fact, for his own benefit, he could choose a side in this fight.
Because he knew very well that no one could unify the martial arts world for a long time. It was impossible for the martial arts world to truly disappear from the world.
The alliance masters of the martial arts world, the peerless elites, and even the emperor of a dynasty could only obtain temporary victories in the face of the martial arts world.
Their victory would eventually dissipate with time, just like their own lives.
There would always be a new era and new conflicts.
It was all because of a sentence that everyone knew — where there were people, there would be martial arts world.
But this time, the situation was different.
In the past, no matter how fierce the fights were, they were just "internal strife". But this time, the imperial court actually wanted to let a Japanese sect like Godly Ultimate Sword Style unify the Chinese world of martial artists. This was not something Fang Jin could tolerate.
Even if it was just a temporary victory, the fact that the Chinese martial arts world was once dominated by a Japanese sect with only a few people would become an established "fact".
Perhaps the people who lived in the inner court of the palace and lived in luxurious mansions would not feel anything special about this, but to Fang Jin, who was born poor and had once practiced martial arts in the martial arts world, there was no way he could accept this humiliation.
Of course … considering that everyone's bottom line was different, some people might still be able to accept it. For example, someone like Tu Ji was truly worthy of being called "shameless".
"Alliance Master, leave the surrounding security to my Wild Tiger Gang. You can focus on dealing with those four fellows who don't know how to appreciate favors …"
On the main street, the three players were still locked in a stalemate in the distance. However, Tu Ji didn't seem to care much about Weary Dream. In comparison, he was more worried about the Three Great Swordsmen and Feng Meiyu, these famous experts.
"Tu Ji! You shameless scoundrel! " On the other side, Qiu Baqi was so angry that his eyes turned red when he saw Tu Ji's face. He didn't care about He Yang's words anymore. He shouted angrily and chased after Tu Ji. "I'll kill you first today!"
As the sound of his voice faded, Qiu Baqi had already moved forward, the treasured sword in his hand sweeping out with the wind.
"What a joke …" Seeing this, He Yang raised his sword and blocked the opponent's attack. "I'm here … Do you think it's your turn to decide who lives and who dies?"
Hu — —
Hu — —
At the same time, Xie Xiuwen and Meng He also moved.
They … didn't know why they had to attack …
Because in their hearts, they had already lost.
The Scholarly Swordsman and Scholar Purple Bamboo were both over sixty years old. With their age and experience, they definitely didn't have the mentality of a young man who thought, "Even if I know I'm far inferior to you, who can say for sure if I don't fight to see who will win?"
The move He Yang used to kill Ma Tayun and Tang Ling had already destroyed the fighting spirit of Xie Xiuwen and Scholar Purple Bamboo.
However … they still attacked in the end.
Perhaps they thought, "Even if they can't win, they can at least … save Qiu Baqi's life."
Or maybe they just wanted to sacrifice themselves to help Qiu Baqi kill that scum Tu Ji.
Or maybe their thoughts were similar to Fang Jin's … Instead of letting them live in a Jianghu dominated by Dongying people, they might as well fight to the death. Even if they died, everything would be over.
No one knew what they were thinking. Just like I said … even they didn't know.
Of course, that wasn't important anymore.
There were some things that didn't need to be thought too clearly. People only wanted to live with a clear conscience.
For a swordsman, death wasn't scary. What was scary was that when he should attack … he didn't even have the courage to swing his sword.
Buzz —
A second later, the blunt sword's strange sound rang out again.
This also meant that … He Yang Shinji had attacked again.
"Godly Extreme Sword Style — Profound Meaning — Double Swallow Return!"
This time, He Yang Shinji attacked at the same time as he announced the name of the move. Judging from his eyes and tone, this was the most serious attack he had ever made.
Xie Xiuwen's Xie Family's Sword Technique and Meng He's Thirteen Swords of Purple Bamboo were both top-class sword techniques in the Chinese world of martial artists. Both of them had great qi accumulated over more than one hundred years, and there was no need to doubt their strength.
Even though He Yang Shinji's martial arts were much better than anyone else's, he still had to use all of his attention to deal with the joint attack of these two top-notch martial artists in the Central Plains.
He gathered all the internal energy in his body, and his whole body emitted a strong Dou Qi. His posture was stable, as heavy as a mountain.
However, the blunt sword in his hand seemed incredibly light at that moment. It was as light as an ear of wheat.
Clang —
Two quick sounds rang out, and they were as fast as lightning.
Two quick shadows turned into sword glares.
Extremely powerful martial arts and ingenious sword techniques intersected with each other in the cold wind.
And there was only one winner …
"Cough … Urk …" When Meng He coughed up blood and fell to the ground, he didn't look at He Yang Shinji. Instead, he looked at Xie Xiuwen, who had fallen to the ground before him.
The two of them were old rivals.
As two of the best swordsmen of the same generation, they were naturally often compared by others. Over the past few decades, they had fought against each other three times, but they always ended in a draw.
They did not expect that at this moment, in this place … in this place that made others feel despair, they would actually fight against each other.
Both of them attacked the same opponent at the same time. In the end, half of Xie Xiuwen's neck was cut off, and Meng He managed to dodge a little, but his throat was slit.
Although there was not much difference in the outcome, to them … this difference was enough.
Before they took their last breaths, the two of them exchanged glances, burying all the words they wanted to say in silence.
They had no regrets in life and no regrets in death.
With this realization in mind, another two peerless swordsmen fell into a pool of blood.
At the same time, Qiu Baqi's sword had pierced Tu Ji's heart.
But …
"Hahaha …" Tu Ji's sinister laughter sounded like a death knell in Qiu Baqi's ears. "What a good Heavenly Sword … This sword technique is really unavoidable …"
"You … actually …" Qiu Baqi's mouth was bleeding profusely.
It turned out that when he stabbed Tu Ji, he was also hit in the heart by Tu Ji's "Wild Tiger Bites the Heart". The internal injury caused by this palm was undoubtedly destructive …
"What a pity … Although your sword technique is good, your brain is not very good." Tu Ji mocked, "Why don't you think about it? With my martial arts, how can I stand still and fight you when I know that you are going to fight me to the death? " As he spoke, he lowered his head and looked at his "wound". There was not even a drop of blood there. "Haha … This' Golden Silk Armor 'is a priceless treasure. It can block all the sharp weapons in the world. Back then, I used two beautiful concubines and a whole carriage of expensive calligraphy and paintings to exchange for it. Now it seems that … it was worth it."
Bang!
Just when Tu Ji was feeling proud, something strange happened.
Feng Meiyu, who had been looking for an opportunity to attack from the side, suddenly appeared behind Qiu Baqi and slapped his back with her palm.
At that moment, Tu Ji thought that Feng Meiyu was the same as him. She had decided to switch sides and side with He Yang Shinji.
But he did not expect that …
After a breath, the tip of Qiu Baqi's sword … suddenly pierced forward again, piercing through the Golden Silk Armor and piercing Tu Ji's heart.
"Ugh … Ah!" Tu Ji screamed in shock. But it was too late for him to retreat now …
"Hero Qiu, sorry for the offense." Feng Meiyu said as she retracted her palm.
Qiu Baqi, who had fallen, had a relieved smile on his face. He coughed out blood and laughed, "Hahaha … What are you saying … Thank you, Miss …"
Before he could say the word "help", he breathed his last.
For a person whose heart meridian had been shattered, it was already a miracle that he could hold on until Feng Meiyu's palm passed through him.
"No … I can't die … I …" Tu Ji, who was lying on the ground, was not as calm as Qiu Baqi. Until the moment before he died, he appeared to be in extreme pain. He was almost hysterical as he babbled nonsense.
He looked like a puppet controlled by desire. He looked at the strings on his body being torn apart one by one and made a final struggle.
But his ending was still death.
"Hmph … I have to praise you." After a moment, He Yang Xinji glanced at Tu Ji's corpse as if he was looking at trash. He then turned to Feng Meiyu and said, "Even if he was a dog … To be able to kill him in front of me is also a skill." He seemed to be a little angry, "Then … Sect Master Feng, you should have the corresponding awareness, right?"
"Heh …" Feng Meiyu revealed a disappointed smile, "To be honest … I thought that I was the same as Tu Ji. I was as ambitious as him and didn't care about the so-called benevolence, righteousness, and morality. Everything I did was for myself. Logically speaking, I should have led the White Plum Sect to seek refuge with you without hesitation. But … I can't do that. "
As Feng Meiyu spoke, she turned around and faced He Yang Shinji without fear: "When I saw Tu Ji's appearance when he died, I finally understood the difference between him and me …" She paused, a smile still hanging on her morbidly obese face: "He's a dog, I'm a human."
As she spoke, she had already gathered 120% of her power and was ready to fight to the death.
"He Yang Xinji, your martial arts are indeed very high. Perhaps you are really invincible. But remember … not everyone will yield in the face of power and benefits. We, the people of the martial arts world, also have a line that cannot be crossed. We swear that we won't let you cross it even if we die! "
"Soga (So that's how it is) … naruhodo (So that's how it is) …" He Yang Xinji heard this and coldly said something in his hometown. Then, he continued in the Central Plains language, "If that's how it is … then I will step on your corpses and cross that line …"
Buzz buzz —
His blunt sword moved again.
To He Yang Xinji, killing Feng Meiyu didn't require any moves. A simple slash was enough.
But this time, he had used his full strength in his slash.
Because he was angry …
Although he spoke coldly on the surface, He Yang Xinji was unable to restrain the anger in his heart.
To a person who believed that he was invincible and wanted to use force to make everyone submit to him … He could laugh off the denial of his strength, but denying his values was unforgivable.
He Yang Xinji had already made up his mind. He wanted to use this angry slash to cut this shamelessly boastful fat woman in front of him in half. The uglier her death, the better.
But unexpectedly … the moment his sword swept out, a figure appeared.
A graceful silhouette appeared in a flash!
Two streaks of sword light, accompanied by a cold shout, "[Demonic Style – Weeping Blood]."
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