I will kill you all tonight.
Bai Xiao gritted his teeth and rolled over, trying to get up, blood still on his forehead: "You and Senior Brother, you dared to burn down the Yanshi lair back then, why can't I?
Fang Xingfei glanced up at him, his tone neither hurried nor slow: "I brought my senior brother, who did you bring?"
Bai Xiao was so angry that he shouted: "This is a restricted area for martial arts. Martial arts are prohibited, but not magic. I can handle it!"
Since Qin Xuan ascended the throne, the restricted area has been expanded beyond the imperial city, covering a hundred miles around the capital, and the restrictions are very strict.
Fang Xingfei smiled: "Can you handle it? Even if you're covered in wounds?"
Bai Xiao glared at him, his tone unwilling: "That was a sneak attack by those guys using hidden weapons!"
The young man's voice was still a little hoarse, but he couldn't suppress his anger: "How dare you call yourself a righteous person, a dignified 'reputable and upright' person, yet you only dare to launch sneak attacks and plot against us!"
Fang Xingfei sighed slowly, his tone half angry and half amused, "According to what Fourth Master is saying, from now on, we have to ask about one's family background before fighting? If they aren't from a reputable and upright family, will Fourth Master Bai immediately surrender?"
Bai Xiao was choked by him and couldn't speak for a long time. His face flushed red and he growled in a low voice: "...I don't want you to mind my business!"
Fang Xingfei was delighted to hear this, and he easily provoked Bai Xiao: "I really don't want to bother with you. If it weren't for Zhu Yi rushing to me at night, do you think I would be willing to leave this room in the middle of the night?"
Bai Xiao was furious and didn't want to bother with this person anymore. He flicked his sleeve and took out the borrowing talisman, intending to re-enter the formation.
But before he could move, Fang Xingfei grabbed his shoulder.
Fang Xingfei brushed off the dust on his shoulders calmly, but his eyes were already fixed on the melee in the yard.
He narrowed his eyes and said in a grave tone, "A courtyard, a small area, three life-threatening swords. It's such a big scene, you should stay out of it."
Generally speaking, when wielding a blade to defend against an enemy, it is the person who controls the weapon, but the sword is different.
The user of the Life Sword is highly dependent on the weapon. There's a fine line between 'man controlling the sword' and 'the sword controlling the person'.
If it can be controlled, it will be a sharp weapon to defeat the enemy; if it cannot be controlled, it will be taken over by the enemy and fall into madness. This is called an evil weapon.
At the same time, the owner of the Life Sword can borrow the power of the 'Demon Edge' and not be bound by the 'Martial Ban'.
Bai Xiao followed Fang Xingfei's gaze and saw that the situation in the courtyard had changed again.
The courtyard was originally quite noisy with people rushing in, but after a few moments, it became deserted again.
Among the warriors under him, two men dressed in dark brocade clothes and dressed like secret soldiers looked at each other with complicated expressions.
In the hands of the young men who were fighting against them, the white belts wrapped around the weapons were peeled off layer by layer, like shrouds.
One of them whispered, "Master, it's...Jiu Ye's Lin Yuan."
The other man paused when he heard this, frowning slightly, and said in a deep voice: "This life-saving knife belongs to Lao Jiu. Please return it to me, sir."
Chu Ming just smiled when he heard that. He slowly raised his sword and said calmly, "If you want it, come and grab it."
···
When Ren Xuan arrived outside Wanrong Village, he saw sword lights rising into the sky in the distance, as if someone had ignited an entire sword formation in the dark night.
He tiptoed away, disappearing quietly into the night.
In the courtyard ahead, several figures were seen fighting endlessly, with swords flashing and sabers flying, and it was difficult to tell who was winning.
Ren Xuan's eyes flashed.
Gu Huaiyuan, who ranks second on the Dark List, has been elusive for many years, living deep in the inner palace and rarely taking action.
But at this moment, his opponent was a young man who looked very unfamiliar.
But the knife in the young man's hand... Ren Xuan suddenly narrowed his eyes, it was actually a life-threatening knife.
Among the ten secret soldiers, some of their life swords have recognized their masters, while others are sealed in forbidden prisons. How could there be life swords that are wandering around?
Ren Xuan did not step forward, but instead went outside the courtyard to greet Fang Xingfei who was watching the show on the side.
"Second Master, what's going on?"
Fang Xingfei tilted his head to look at him, his tone casual, and hit the nail on the head: "The secret soldier's life-saving sword has fallen into the hands of an outsider."
He curled the corners of his lips and said calmly: "I've lost all my face."
The night is dark and the wind blows silently.
Two dark shadows entangled like ghosts, too fast to be distinguished by the naked eye. The sound of swords and knives pierced the night, causing a series of sparks in the courtyard.
Ren Xuan watched the battle for a moment, and after a moment, his eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.
He noticed Yuan Feng.
The young man stood in the corridor, his brows and eyes remained the same, but at some point, he frowned slightly.
Beside Yuan Feng, fine electric light emerged from the void like gossamer, entwining in strands.
——This little brat is ready to attack at any time.
The five forbidden techniques Yuan Feng possessed were all capable of defying fate. Even with so many people around, they wouldn't necessarily be able to stop him if he took action.
Ren Xuan pondered for a moment, then spoke, getting straight to the point: "Brother Fang, do you want to kill Fang Cun?"
Fang Xingfei raised his eyebrows: "What do you say, General?"
Ren Xuan didn't beat around the bush and whispered, "Can we start later? This person is very knowledgeable in various techniques. He might be able to glimpse the body possession technique."
The wind blew, and Fang Xingfei was silent for a moment. He was not the kind of person who only knew hatred and not gratitude.
Fang Xingfei spoke frankly, without disguising anything: "The poison in my senior brother's body was replaced by Xiao Jingyuan. Since he saved my senior brother, I will naturally help him. What do you want to do, Brother Ren?"
The night is dark and murderous intent is overwhelming.
The battle in the courtyard was raging. Suddenly, the earth veins shook and an earth wall suddenly rose from the ground, separating the two fighting people.
He suddenly withdrew his attack, and his energy was like a broken string.
Chu Ming was unable to stop in time, and the counter-force flowed back along his meridians to his upper body.
The young man half-knelt on the ground, a thin layer of sweat instantly seeping out of his forehead. It didn't seem like he was lacking in energy, but rather that his body was overloaded.
The wind blew under the eaves, Yuan Feng's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he dodged and landed beside Chu Ming.
He raised his hand to block the fight, his voice as sharp as a blade: "Stop fighting, regulate your breathing, your heart is at its limit."
Although Yuan Feng's tone was cold, there was a hint of urgency in his eyes.
On the other side, Ren Xuan had already stood in front of Gu Huaiyuan. He reached out and pressed the spine of the man's sword, saying in a calm tone, "Linyuan has been sealed for many years. Now someone can wield this sword again. The sword has recognized its master, so why force it?"
Gu Huaiyuan's expression changed slightly, and he was silent for a while: "Do you know this blade?"
Ren Xuan didn't answer. He sighed softly, "Now that someone has been able to take up Lin Yuan, it means that Lao Jiu's legacy has been passed down. Why bother making things difficult for him?"
Gu Huaiyuan just glanced at the long sword in Chu Ming's hand from a distance.
The blade is half exposed, the edge is cold and piercing. In a trance, it seems that the dead whisper, returning to the old dream.
It had been almost seven years since Lao Jiu died, his body buried and his sword nameless. But tonight, someone unexpectedly recognized Lao Jiu's life-defining sword at a glance.
Gu Huaiyuan's eyes fell on Ren Xuan with an ambiguous expression, and his tone was somewhat probing: "Who are you?"
Ren Xuan only smiled faintly and said calmly: "The official's people."
His tone was not sharp, but it carried an air of oppression: "I hope Commander Gu will show some mercy to the court."
Life and death in the martial arts world is not just about swords and spears, it is more about human relationships and the weighing of interests.
Gu Huaiyuan was silent for a moment, then ordered his sword to choose its master. If the Qi and essence were not compatible, the worst would be injuries, and the worst would be going crazy. But this person calmly pressed down his sword.
Gu Huaiyuan narrowed his eyes, and finally, he bowed and said in a low voice: "I am Gu Huaiyuan, today - give you a favor."
After he finished speaking, he stood up and waved his sleeves. With a gesture, the group of people in dark clothes outside the courtyard retreated silently like the tide.
The black clothes fluttered silently, like a ghost walking in the night.
Ren Xuan's eyes moved slightly and he gave him a look.
Fang Xingfei understood. He had never been serious, and now that he was playing the bad guy, he wasn't necessarily any gentler than others.
Fang Xingfei raised his eyes lazily, his gaze like ice covered with water. His tone was low, but every word was like a frost blade pressing down on one's head:
"Tonight, Yanshi, you cannot leave. As for the rest of you, I will not make it difficult for you."
As soon as these words came out, the blood of many knights in the field surged, and they shouted and cursed:
"You, Yin Shu, claim to be a reputable and upright sect, yet you act like this, aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by the world?!"
Fang Xingfei seemed to have not heard anything, and only looked at them with a half-smile, a hint of nonchalant sarcasm in the corner of his eyes:
"I advise all the heroes not to get involved any further."
"Kill you all tonight. Tomorrow, we, Yin Shu, will still be the righteous side in the world."
As soon as he finished speaking, everything was silent.
The wind blew up dust, and in just a cup of tea, the crowd that had originally surrounded the yard and wanted to flatten it now seemed like the tide receding and the sand sinking.
Soon, only a few Yanshi were left in the courtyard, their faces ashen, standing stiffly in place.
Fang Xingfei slowly walked into the courtyard and stopped in front of Fang Cun.
His eyes were as cold as dusk snow. "Among these Yanshi, name those who have been to Yinshu. Tonight, I will spare your life."
Fang Cun sat leaning against an old stone, a smile on his lips, but his expression was indifferent, almost cold.
He spoke slowly, "They wanted to kill me because of an old grudge between them and me; you wanted to kill me because of a personal grudge between you and me."
He raised his eyes to look at Fang Xingfei: "Second Master Fang, there is no reason for me to help you get revenge."
Before he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly changed.
The people of Yanshi, who had originally maintained some reserve, suddenly felt as if they had been granted amnesty, their knees buckling and they practically fell to the ground.
I was afraid that Fang Cun would go back on his word and become the unlucky guy who was named.
"Commander--it's not us who want to kill you..."
"We're just following orders! We...we simply don't dare disobey the decision made by the higher-ups!"
"We... which of us doesn't follow orders? Who to kill today, who to save tomorrow, has never been decided by us—"
A group of people pushed and shoved back, their words in a jumbled mess like locusts flying around, and they pleaded anxiously like dying fish trapped in the mud.
They rushed to the front like a group of defeated soldiers, pushing the responsibility away while chewing over the four words "following orders" over and over again.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
