Chapter 86 True or false, yes or no, you are not him, what are you...
This was no ordinary gang vendetta, but a long-planned roundup.
Tianji Pavilion sets up a trap to lure you into it.
The guests in the hall cried out in surprise, and the sound of overturned tables and chairs could be heard everywhere. The heroes who had just been toasting and drinking were now either drawing their swords to protect themselves or fleeing in panic, in a state of chaos.
There were five people surrounded in the center.
Chaofeng and Fuxi attacked from above and from the side respectively, and in a moment, they killed the two guards around Suanni.
It is as difficult to know as the shadow, and as moving as thunder.
The other two fell to death under this thunderous stranglehold before they could even react.
Only this Suanni, one of the Nine Dragon Sons of Tianji Pavilion, was rumored to have died in an internal struggle long ago, but at this moment he was alive, trapped in the center by three other "fellow disciples".
He was tall and thin, with a plain face, but he was extremely skilled in martial arts. With a pair of soft swords, he was able to hold his own despite being besieged by three of the world's top masters.
Chaofeng's iron hook almost grabbed his shoulder several times, but he avoided it by a hair's breadth each time.
However, the three leaders of the Tianji Pavilion coordinated themselves very well, retreating to the left and right, attacking separately and simultaneously, which was obviously a killing move that they had practiced for a long time.
Everyone held their breath and concentrated. Even if there were masters from various sects, seeing how deliberate his sect was, they would never dare to interfere in the internal strife of Tianji Pavilion.
Meng Ziliu and Chen Yunfeng's expressions also changed drastically. The disciples of Yaowang Valley drew their weapons and protected the two elders in the middle.
Qing Guiyu was held tightly in Chen Juansheng's arms, looking at the bloody scene in front of him through his cold body.
I felt shocked, angry, and an indescribable chill in my heart.
This is Master Jinsheng’s “apology banquet”.
He brought all the malicious eyes out into the open, and then gouged them out one by one in the most cruel way.
"Chen Jiansheng!" Qing Guiyu struggled in his arms, but he held her tighter.
Young Master Jin Sheng seemed not to hear anything, but just hugged her tighter, rubbing his chin lightly on the top of her head, and his eyes covered by green silk were always looking towards the direction of the battle circle.
In the arena, Suanni was already in danger. Fuxi's swordsmanship was elegant and ruthless, Pulao's figure was ghostly and elusive, and Chaofeng's claws were even more cunning and vicious.
No matter how skilled he was with the sword, he still suffered several wounds deep enough to see the bone under such an attack, and blood stained his brocade clothes with patches of light and dark.
At this moment, an angry roar suddenly came from the battle group. The Suanni actually took the sword that Fuxi stabbed at his shoulder. With the help of this momentum, the soft sword in his hand flew out of his hand.
The soft sword uttered a sharp sound like a dragon's roar in the air. The flexible blade spun into a silvery circle and flew straight towards Shen Juansheng's face.
Qing Guiyu was in Shen Juansheng's arms, the closest to him, and he could see her clearly when she turned around.
Although the sword's force was fierce, it was not intended to strike the enemy's vital points, but rather a feint.
Feinting an attack on the commander, they actually attacked the two wings. The real killing move was actually directed at the people of Medicine King Valley.
This was a risky move, a tactic of besieging Wei to save Zhao, or perhaps even a suicidal one. If one or two people could be held hostage or killed, this "Suanni" might have a chance of survival.
But the sudden change happened so quickly that none of the experts here could react instantly. Meng Ziliu felt a chilling sword energy coming towards him, knowing that something was wrong. However, he was too slow to block it.
“Master!”
Qing Guiyu shouted loudly,
In an instant, all the love poison and grudges were thrown out of her mind. Without a second thought, she suddenly raised the Qing Nang Jue, trying to break free from Shen Juansheng's restraints.
But the hands that were holding her suddenly loosened at this moment.
It seemed as if a faint sigh had passed by,
The black robe fluttered, and Master Jinsheng gently pushed her back, then he turned around and rushed forward.
The internal force of the Cold Marrow Technique was extremely strong. The golden threads were stirred by the cold air, fluttering and swirling around, almost forming a transparent loop. He turned around and casually pulled up one of the strands.
The movement pulls the clouds and mist, lingering around the glass.
The golden thread that had previously cut off her belt suddenly escaped from the flying silk and lightly wrapped around the spinning soft sword.
There was a long "clang" sound, and the golden wire was tightened.
The sword that had been tempered hundreds of times was broken into pieces by the change of the gold inlay, and turned into pieces of broken iron, which tinkled and scattered all over the ground.
Suanni's face turned pale with horror, and he pulled away and tried to retreat.
But it's too late.
After crushing the soft sword, the golden thread did not stop. Instead, it rolled back and swirled like smoke and cloud, wrapping around his right arm that was wielding the sword.
When masters clash, victory or defeat depends on a fraction of a second. When Suanni paused, Chaofeng's iron hook had already caught his shoulder blade, and Fuxi's sword tip had already pierced his thigh.
Blood spurted out.
But this Suanni was indeed a famous hero in the martial arts world in the past. Seeing that the golden thread had already wrapped around his right arm, he made a decisive move, turned his five fingers into claws, and actually tore his entire right arm, which was bound with golden thread, off at the shoulder.
A broken arm and the shattered soft sword were cut into the air by the golden thread.
"ah--!"
All the guests in the room exclaimed in surprise and gasped.
Young Master Jin Sheng is known for his unpredictable intelligence and is said to be incredibly powerful. But after meeting him today, I realized how vicious and cruel he is, far beyond my expectations.
With this ferocious force, the Suanni actually rushed out of the encirclement, its eyes red, and staggered towards Chen Juansheng.
The young man in black stood still, suddenly turned around, and with the green silk ribbon flying, he suddenly swung his hand wrapped in gold thread upwards.
Suddenly, smoke slanted and clouds appeared in the sky, the bright river flowed backwards, and golden threads fell down.
Several golden wire blades spun around like a beam, fell from the air, and in a breath, they wrapped around the waist and neck of the Suanni.
A few strands of golden threads, shrouded in blood, suddenly pierced through his limbs, nailing him alive there.
The blood followed the golden thread, and as it flowed, it condensed into ice beads, jumped off the golden thread, and splashed out.
Under the hanging thread, the Milky Way draws water.
Where the blood falls, the young master mixes ice.
The Suanni was like this, nailed to death in the air by several golden threads, with its limbs and chest pierced. Blood flowed along the taut strings, but condensed into tiny blood-colored ice beads the moment it touched the silk threads, and gently fell to the ground.
The room was dead silent.
You can hear a pin drop.
A blind man with his eyes covered played with all the heroes in the building, along with their lives and dignity, in his hands.
In this frozen silence, the Suanni, who was firmly nailed, had blood foam in his throat and suddenly let out a burst of crackling laughter.
The laughter was shrill, like an owl howling at night, and it frightened everyone present.
"Good...good trick..." Blood gushed out of Suanni's mouth, but his eyes stared at Chen Juansheng with resentment.
"Chen Yan... what a hero he was in the past... how could he have given birth to someone like you... who only cares about love, frames his fellow disciples, and treats the prestige of the Tianji Pavilion as a joke!"
He laughed wildly for a few times, took a deep breath, and used up his last bit of strength to shout at the silent voice,
"Do you think the old Pavilion Master is still in that dark and cold prison?!"
The moment these words were spoken, everyone in the room was shocked. Shen Yan, the venerable head of the Tianji Pavilion, had fallen into a trance and died suddenly overnight. Rumors of internal strife within the Pavilion had long been rife, but they were ultimately groundless. Now, brought up by Suanni, one of the Nine Dragon Sons, the crowd was immediately stirred.
The Suanni suddenly turned around and shouted loudly to the guests in the hall,
"Heroes of the world, listen up! My old Pavilion Master has suffered misfortune, but he is not dead!"
"He has been rescued! He will be in control of the secrets of heaven again soon!" Blood foam splattered from the corners of his mouth, and his blood-filled eyes looked around viciously.
"When the time comes, I will definitely chop this ungrateful villain into pieces!"
He paused, and his bloodshot eyes suddenly turned to Qing Guiyu.
"And you, you witch!" he roared, "Do you really think that the person next to you is the young master of Tianji Pavilion?!"
"Chen Juansheng—Chen Yan's biological son! He died in the cold pond more than ten years ago!"
"You!" Suanni used up his last bit of strength and pointed at the blindfolded young man in black clothes.
“——Who the hell are you?!”
With a snap, Qing Guiyu felt as if something in his brain was broken.
On the steps of the medicine hut, the words "no help" were written in blood.
In the cold prison, Chen Yan kept scolding the beast.
There is also the cold poison internal energy in his body that has unknown origins.
At this moment, all the complicated thoughts gathered into a cold blade, which suddenly pierced through all her thoughts.
It turns out that those strange sources, those mysteries that he covered up with real or fake pain, actually have such truth underneath.
Those she saved, those she cured, those she hated, those she… pitied.
Could it be that, from beginning to end, it was all just an illusion?
A carefully crafted puppet named "Chen Juansheng"?
The crowd of jianghu were horrified by the successive revelations. If what Suanni said was true, then the world of jianghu would be in turmoil.
Chen Yunfeng and Meng Ziliu's expressions also changed drastically. They looked at Chen Juansheng with complete surprise and vigilance in their eyes.
But the young man in black clothes, who was in the center of this blood-red scene, still stood there quietly.
The eyes were covered with green silk, and the expression could not be seen clearly.
It seemed that what Suanni revealed was not some secret of his life, but an irrelevant old story.
Between breaths, he suddenly frowned slightly.
"Father……"
"Escaped?"
He finally spoke softly, as if thinking about something, and uttered these five words.
As the words fell, Young Master Jin Sheng raised his hand, and his slender five fingers lightly twisted in the air.
Upon seeing this, Suanni suddenly opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something else.
But a very thin strand of gold thread slowly came out from his open mouth, bringing out a line of blood.
Gold thread through the throat.
silence.
The entire Tunyun Tower was in deathly silence.
All the sounds of Suanni stopped abruptly at this moment.
Gold threads and a fine blood mist burst out from the back of his neck.
Young Master Jinsheng hooked his finger again.
The silk thread tightened, and there was only a dull sound of breaking flesh and bones. The head of the lion drooped weakly, and the body, which was still warm, was completely destroyed by these several golden threads.
A pool of blood then flowed out, oozing onto the ground.
Everyone was horrified by the sudden, bloody, and brutal scene. They had fully expected to attend a banquet of apology and witness some romantic jokes.
Who would have thought that they were actually here to witness a carefully planned public killing of traitors from the Tianji Pavilion.
Everyone's eyes shifted from the horrific corpse to the young man with his eyes bound in green silk, standing quietly in a pool of blood.
Shock, fear, confusion, inquiry...all kinds of emotions intertwined, almost filling the air.
Qing Guiyu was also stunned, and what he was thinking was the same as everyone else's.
The real Shen Juansheng...had died long ago?
Then who is this Tianji Pavilion Master in front of us, who is so meticulous in his planning and decisive in killing?
But there are some differences.
She stared blankly at the still warm corpse on the ground, then looked at the dark figure's back, the dark patterns flowing on his black clothes, and the golden threads hanging in his hair. For a moment, she felt extremely unfamiliar.
The young man who was dying in the medicine house,
The man who was in the alley, hugging her and crying, saying he was scared.
The "favored concubine" who would blush and feel embarrassed in front of her, and would try her best to win her favor with all her charm.
It was just a gorgeous yet fragile garment that he put on himself, piece by piece, to seduce and bind her.
At this moment, he took off his coat, revealing a sharp gold blade tempered with poison and ice.
A life was ended calmly, cruelly, and even beautifully.
Then, a shocking secret that could overturn the martial arts world was revealed, and the perpetrator was killed in public in the most cruel way.
Chen Yunfeng and Meng Ziliu's expressions were extremely grim. They were doctors, and had never witnessed such a meticulously planned and brutal massacre.
Qing Guiyu looked at the man in front of him.
She was still wearing black clothes with gold threads, and her demeanor was as graceful as jade.
This man covered her clothes, said the most gentle words of love, and did the most cruel things.
He showed her all his fragility and weakness, but in the blink of an eye, he coldly moved the chess pieces away one by one.
At this moment, Young Master Jin Sheng suddenly raised his head.
He ignored the corpse and the frightened looks in the room.
Golden threads were floating around, and the young man in black clothes shook his body after causing this bloody scene with his own hands.
Then, extremely slowly and with a look of panic, he turned around.
The pair of eyes covered by the green silk were tilted slightly towards her direction, as if trying hard to listen and identify.
He seemed to be holding his breath. His lips moved, only to let out a few sounds, but they were filled with a heavy sense of unease and fear that could tear even the heart apart.
"Miss Qing..."
He took a tentative step forward.
He stretched out his hand, wrapped in golden threads, which had just strangled someone, as if searching for something to lean on.
He didn't find her.
The panic grew stronger.
"Miss Qing..." He called again, his voice filled with urgency.
He stumbled and took another half step towards her, and his foot landed right in a pool of warm, sticky blood.
"...Are you still there?"
He seemed afraid of not getting an answer, and also seemed afraid that the answer he heard would not be what he wanted.
The young man, who was covered in heavy clothes and gorgeous attire but still looked too pale, looked around hurriedly.
Her lips were trembling violently, and there seemed to be something hot underneath the green silk ribbon, desperately trying to come out.
"you……"
He lowered his head, his hands on his throat, as if trying to force out these words. His voice was trembling and filled with pleading sobs.
"…are they gone?"
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