ten steps one kill

Still holding it in his hand, as a proof of the insult just now, he threw the broken sword aside, raised his head again, and Fang Wuxiang was already standing in front of him, lifting his collar like a raging wind.

Fang Wuxiang's strength was astonishing, he was almost lifted off the ground, the soles of his feet felt numb, and he could not control himself to get close to the opponent.

"Brother Fang, he wants to put the blame on you, leave me alone, let's go—" Yuan Bao kept uttering admonishing words, but his weak voice was burnt out by anger, leaving not even a trace.

Fang Wuxiang pulled Chuyi in front of him, stared at him closely, and asked word by word: "Why did you hurt him?"

Chuyi didn't answer, but just moved the corners of his mouth, and let out a contemptuous hum from the depths of his throat, as if he was laughing.

Praying mantises catch cicadas, snakes swallow rats, and the strong prey on the weak. It is so natural that there is no need for a reason. Only a fool has to investigate the reason.

A few feet away, the person in his eyes is an out-and-out fool. He ran away with his shoes and clothes dirty, and put himself beside the abyss, just to find an abandoned son who has nothing to do. .

His arrogant attitude angered Fang Wuxiang even more. The latter gritted his teeth, suppressed his anger, and asked, "Can't you see that Yuanbao is covered in bruises and is driven to nowhere by you? What does he owe you to make you want to do this?" Treat him cruelly?"

Chu Yidao: "Of course the dead are cruel. Don't you know that thanks to your Wuxiang Gong, I will die soon. But you two still want to collude with my enemy and deliberately oppose me."

"I never agreed to join Dongfeng Hall!" Fang Wuxiang said, with panic and urgency in his tone.

Hearing it in his ears on the first day of the junior high school, the smile on his face deepened, and he continued: "Do you know that Yuan Bao was killed by you, if you hadn't become Dongfengtang's lackey, how could he have become my enemy ? Do you think you can really become a Bodhisattva by giving a little favor to others? What a pity, if you hadn’t saved him back then, he wouldn’t have died here.”

The physical condition of the first day of junior high school has been extremely weak, and even the voice is surprisingly low, blown away by the violent sea wind, no one around can hear it clearly, only Fang Wuxiang who is close at hand can hear it clearly.

Fang Wuxiang immediately interrupted the other party, saying: "As long as I am here, I will never let you hurt him again!"

Chu Yi chuckled and said, "It's too late, he has been seriously injured, and his internal organs are broken. Even if a real Bodhisattva takes action, I'm afraid he won't be able to save him. He won't be with you anymore, He will die with me."

"Don't even think about it!" Fang Wuxiang yelled sharply, in a hurry, he raised his palm and hit Chu Yi.

As soon as he made a move, it was a palm technique that shook the world, and the internal strength accumulated over the years gushed out, and the wind under his palm was as strong as a thousand troops, trampling the chest of the enemy with a crushing force.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he staggered back a few steps, knelt on the ground, and two lines of turbid blood dripped from the corners of his mouth.He wiped his face, slowly raised his head, and said, "Fang Wuxiang, take a closer look, which one is more like a murderer at this moment, you or me?"

Fang Wuxiang was startled, and turned around to look around. At some point, people around him cast fearful glances at him.Most of these people are from all walks of life of various religions, of course they know that the abbot of Lantian Temple is a sinner who violated the king's law, and the person standing on Qing Guangya is the sinner's apprentice, who has inherited the sinner's skills and can kill his life with a single strike.

Fang Wuxiang had never been treated like this before.He was at a loss, as if he had turned into a newborn baby in an instant, had killed his biological parents, and curled up in his swaddle alone, innocently and helplessly bearing the whispers of everyone.

Of course he never had the memory of a baby, but he visited the old house countless times in his dreams and saw the swaddling clothes stained red with blood. The past was like a scar left in his heart, which would never heal with time In order to wash away the evil obstacles, he knelt in front of the Buddha all day long, and the Buddha looked at him with compassionate eyes, washing his clean and clear soul like a sweet spring.

The cleaner something is, the easier it is to be stained with dust. As long as there is a trace of ink on the white paper, others can see it clearly.

Chu Ba came to the drunkard, grabbed the drunkard's collar, and said in an excited tone, "Look, that's how he beat my elder brother to serious injuries last night."

The alcoholic finally showed some confusion: "Did he really kill my friend?"

"It's him! Who else would there be besides him! Both of them were bought by Dongfengtang. What kind of shit famous family, in the name of the martial arts conference, intends to trap us ronin on the island and let us kill each other. In order to find out the truth, the eldest brother tortured his companion as a last resort, but now he wants to kill our brother to silence him."

Chu Ba's lie was so true that even he believed it.

Fang Wu met the drunkard's angry gaze, and vaguely remembered what happened last night, but it was only a day ago. He put his hand on the man's shoulder, trying to comfort him.

He never thought of hurting anyone, but he got stuck step by step and became the target of public criticism.

He thought, after all, he does not understand the Buddha nature, and is just a self-righteous clay sculpture. His body is too weak to withstand the turbid currents of the rivers and lakes. Instead of saving people, he cannot protect himself.

The sea surface under the setting sun was choppy, and on the top of the dense waves, the sparkling light flickered continuously, which was as dazzling as jumping flames.Fang Wuxiang stood on Qing Guangya, as if he was standing in the center of a huge wave, the vortex of hatred and hatred that never stopped in the world completely submerged him from head to toe.

"Brother Fang..."

He heard a faint voice.

In the turbid stream, there is also a mermaid Xidu's family, calling him with a pious voice.

Fang Wuxiang finally came back to his senses, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare, his face still had an aftertaste of fear, but his eyes were no longer cloudy, and his vision was no longer wandering.

He searched for a long time, walked a long way, only one step away from getting what he wanted, there is no obstacle in front of him, the sword of the first day of junior high school can never hurt him again, as long as he steps forward, he will be To be able to hold in his arms the person he was looking for.

He knelt down in front of Yuan Bao, and impatiently stretched out his hands: "I'll take you away—"

But Yuan Bao kept shaking his head, trembling and dodging his embrace, desperately pushing his arm away with his bruised hands: "Leave me alone, they are planning to frame you, get out of here quickly—"

Fang Wuxiang was stunned for a moment, and soon reached out his hand again, but Yuan Bao pushed him away again: "Didn't you hear me, I don't need your help!"

Fang Wuxiang seemed to have been stabbed in the throat by an invisible needle, and a look of pain flashed across his face, but he raised his head again and said, "Yuan Bao, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have treated you rudely last night. Don't Get angry with me, go with me, and I will never neglect you in the future."

Yuan Bao shook his head, raised his trembling hand desperately, grabbed Fang Wuxiang's cheek, and forced Fang Wuxiang to look at him: "Brother Fang, it's too late, look at me, I'm blind in one eye, and my bones are gone." Several of them were broken, not to mention that I still have poison on my body, I am about to die."

How desperate a person must be to announce his own death.

Yuan Bao exhausted all his strength, his hands slipped slowly, and his shoulders became limp. However, the hand that fell halfway was firmly grasped by Fang Wuxiang's five fingers, and he lifted it up again, hanging between the two of them. between.

"I won't let you die," Fang Wuxiang promised, holding the other's hand, "I will heal your wounds, detoxify you, and I will definitely protect you!"

A bitter smile floated on Yuan Bao's lips: "It's also a burden for me to stay by your side, it will only harm you, I can't burden you."

"I need you, you have never been a burden."

Fang Wuxiang's answer made Yuan Bao look astonished. If it wasn't for the pain all over his body that was still tormenting him, if it wasn't for the warmth coming from the fingertips held by the other party, he almost thought he was still dreaming, and he was still stuck in a dream. In the long dream, I still don't want to wake up.

Yuan Bao stared at the face that was just a few feet away. The phantom he saw when he was dying, now really appeared within reach. With his jet-black eyes, he looked at him very solemnly. Such a gentle and resolute face, once It made him feel nostalgic but also scared, made him want to please but wanted to avoid it.Even though his thoughts were going back and forth, Fang Wuxiang was always by his side, and he did not hesitate to go a long, long way just to find him again and again.

Fang Wuxiang needs him.

He wanted to cry, but he only had one eye left, and he bled so much that he had forgotten how to cry.He just felt a scalding heat surging in his chest, rolling up billows, all turned into a strange force, filling his whole body.

His heart seemed to have wings, and he even broke free from his muddy body and flew to a high place.Even if he is asked to cross the sea, fill up the rivers, pick off the sunset, and light up the stars, he can do it all.

He had never tasted freedom until now.

It's like a summer cicada seeing falling snow, and a winter snowman seeing flowers blooming.

A moment is forever, and a glance is a lifetime.

He finally cried, although no one could see his tears, only he could taste the tears, only he believed that the burning heat in his chest was absolutely true.

He raised his broken hand again, tried his best, pressed it against the other's cheek, and stroked it lightly.

"Brother Fang, I like you so much, I will not live in vain with your words."

Speaking of this, his pupils suddenly narrowed, and a panicked voice came out from his pale lips: "No——"

Fang Wuxiang was surprised: "What's wrong?"

His throat was choked and he couldn't speak, but his eyes were clear enough to see the abnormalities in his field of vision.

In front of him, behind Fang Wuxiang, in the gradually sinking twilight, a sharp edge suddenly appeared.

It's the boatman's harpoon.

It is the short sword of the eighth day of the lunar new year.

It is the long knife used by the Xizhou Association.

Suddenly, three life-threatening sharp blades came from three directions one after another, as if they had made an appointment, they locked all three directions, as fast as lightning, without giving the target the slightest chance to react, they rushed to the front in the blink of an eye.

"Brother Fang—behind you!!"

Yuan Bao let out a hoarse cry.

Fang Wuxiang turned his head in shock, however, no matter which of the surprise attacks from three directions, he definitely had no time to deal with them.

The cold and bright sharp edge had already stuck to his vest, and there was a sharp whistling sound in the torn wind, as if the roar of thunder after the lightning was about to bring downpourful rain.

——However, compared with the sea and rivers, compared with the sunset and the stars, the fleeting thunder and lightning are nothing.

Yuan Bao's broken eyes were extremely bright at that moment, and he could see the trajectory of the sword movement clearly. All the pain was gone away from him, and he became extremely light and free. He opened his arms, exhausted all his strength, and moved towards what he wanted The pious embrace rushed forward.

He finally fell into that nostalgic embrace.

Fang Wuxiang was pushed half a human away by Yuan Bao, and fell backwards.

Yuan Bao's cheeks suddenly magnified in front of his eyes, the blood-stained corners of his mouth raised upwards, pulling his pale lips slightly open, and the remaining gray eyes slowly bent into an arc with a smile, Pure as a crescent moon.

Then, the three sharp blades pierced through Yuan Bao's chest.

The thin body is like a fish that has just been caught in the net, being dragged out of the water by ruthless hands. of blood.

Blood also gushed out from his chest, instantly dyeing the front of his chest red.

Yuan Bao opened his arms like this, and used his body to prop up an umbrella in front of the thunder and torrential rain.

red umbrella.

Red drops of water dripped from the edge of the umbrella and fell into Fang Wuxiang's eyes.

Fang Wuxiang seemed to be thrown into the abyss, falling continuously, without any support for his hands and feet, and nowhere to cling to, he could only watch helplessly as the sky was getting farther and farther away, and his side was getting darker and darker.

He felt his body sink, Yuan Bao's remnant body finally fell to one side, and fell silently into his arms.

"Yuanbao! Yuanbao!" Fang Wuxiang desperately called the other party's name.

Yuan Bao's eyelids moved, his eyes opened slightly, his deformed lips moved, and he spit out intermittent words: "Brother Fang...I can protect you...It's good to die for you..."

"You can't die!" Fang Wuxiang grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer to his arms.

Yuan Bao's voice became weaker and weaker: "I am your weakness...you don't have to worry if I die, you are so powerful, you can definitely...live a good life..."

Tired eyes finally closed.

Pale lips finally froze.

Yuan Bao's expression was full of satisfaction, as if he had finally entered a dreamland, and finally found the most gentle destination.

Be it the sea or the river...

Be it the sunset or the stars...

He is free at last.

Fang Wuxiang shook his arms, trying to wake up the heavy body in his arms, but no matter how he shook, Yuan Bao remained silent, and the pious and passionate eyes from before never opened to him again.

If a person is pierced through the chest by three sharp knives at the same time, how can he still open his eyes.

Although the blood was still hot, his body gradually became limp and slipped from his arms.

Yuan Bao died to save him.

Fang Wuxiang finally realized this, as if falling into an abyss, seeing the scenery around him frozen by ice, time was almost still, and even the sound of water vapor condensing and dripping on the reef in the wind could be heard clearly .

The wind is so bitter, when it blows against the corners of the eyes, the eyes feel sore, and when it blows against the wings of the nose, the nose feels tingling.The wind is like an invisible carving knife, grinding his mortal body from all directions, as if to carve him into a statue of heartbreak, so as to isolate the sorrow and joy in the world.

The person who assassinated Fang Wuxiang was close at hand, and the three of them looked at the frail, thin, half-dead, dying person in their arms with shocked expressions on their faces.

Yuan Bao never raised his head again, and never made any sound, but he not only blocked the sword, but also firmly locked the three sharp blades in his body.Even at the time of death, he will squeeze out the last remaining strength in his body, and use them to hold up an umbrella to protect the people he likes.

Who can say that he is not brave, who can say that he is not strong.

At this moment, he is simply the strongest person in the world.

Chu Ba tried to draw his sword, but his dagger penetrated obliquely into Yuan Bao's left shoulder blade, and protruded out of his chest near his ribs.As soon as he exerted his strength, the exposed red blade swayed, and Yuan Bao's shoulder was pulled by it, slipped a little from Fang Wuxiang's arm, and a mouthful of blood foamed from the corner of his mouth.

Fang Wuxiang was frightened by the movement in his arms, he tightened his arms suddenly, raised his head, stared at Chu Ba with eyes that were almost split open, and shouted: "Stop!"

Chu Ba couldn't help trembling, the movements of his hands stagnated, and his feet took half a step back unconsciously.The drunkard beside him turned his head and scolded him angrily: "Everyone is already dead, what are you afraid of!"

As if to prove his words, the drunkard turned his eyes away from Chu Ba and glared at the enemy opposite him.

Yuan Bao's sacrifice did not arouse his pity, and at this moment only the thought of revenge stirred in his chest.His harpoon was very long, piercing Yuan Bao's right shoulder, protruding from the collarbone, like a flagpole declaring victory, and was deeply inserted into the dead man's back.

He flipped his wrist and injected strength into his arm, and the tip of the harpoon moved against Yuan Bao's chest.

"Stop!" Fang Wuxiang roared again, holding the corpse in his arms with one hand, and pressing the other hand on the harpoon, the veins on the back of the hand burst out, as vigorous and powerful as eagle claws.

There was a crisp click, like a harpoon with the thickness of a child's wrist, broken by Fang Wuxiang with one hand.

The drunkard was also stunned, he didn't expect Fang Wuxiang to use such a great strength, but he reacted quickly, quickly adjusted his moves, used the remaining half of the wooden pole as a stick, and danced vigorously towards the place where the two were. sweep.

The whistling stick was about to hit the back of Yuan Bao's neck, Fang Wuxiang greeted him sideways, but instead of dodging, he clenched his fists, raised his forearm, and blocked with his flesh and blood. With [-]% of the skill, the arm is as hard as steel, and there is no way to do anything with sticks, knives and guns.

The drunkard missed a blow, and was too shocked to retreat in time, but Fang Wuxiang's palm opened like a dragon, firmly biting the end of the stick, lying in front of him, and using the momentum to push out a palm.

The thick and hard wood was firmly pushed out by this palm, and hit the alcoholic's collarbone impartially, making another cracking sound, and it was unbearably heavy, split in the middle, and split into several petals.

It wasn't just the stick that broke, it was the bone as well.

The alcoholic's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe what had happened to him. His hands drooped powerlessly, his shoulders twitched slightly, his knees bent, and he fell to the ground. His eyes could no longer see his eyes, only his tall Gao rolled up the whites of his eyes, and a pool of blood spread down his body.

This crisp blow not only broke his collarbone, throat, even his heart and spleen were shattered.

Lantian Temple Wuxiang Gong has been famous all over the world, and it has a history of hundreds of years. However, Buddhist disciples don't like disputes, let alone killing, so most people in the Jianghu have never seen its power.

This technique is upright and vigorous, opening wide and closing wide, powerful like a broken bamboo, overwhelming mountains and seas, gathering great righteousness in one body, just like the sun shining through the sky and driving away the shadows.But now, it has become a shadow, spreading along the sea level, trying to engulf the last ray of light between heaven and earth.

Light and darkness, good and evil, have always been two sides of the same body, inseparable.Once it is wrong, it will be eternal calamity.

The drunkard had already spilled blood on the spot, unable to recover. Seeing this, the other two assassins dropped their weapons, turned around and ran, but Fang Wuxiang pursued him at an astonishingly fast speed, and his palm technique was even faster. He chased after him.Chu Ba and his companions fell down one after another like two scarecrows. Chu Ba struggled to raise his head, called "Big Brother", and didn't move again.

Seeing his brother dying in front of him at first glance, he looked up at Fang Wuxiang and said, "Are you crazy?"

Fang Wuxiang said in a hoarse voice, "I'm not crazy, it's you who are crazy, none of you are innocent, and none of you have been wronged, you forced him to death step by step, I will let you die with him today! "

His face was stained with blood, and the setting sun danced against the surface of the sea, pouring the afterglow into his eyes, making his eyes red.

Chu Yi looked at him in astonishment, as if looking at a stranger.

The next moment, Fang Wuxiang's hand grabbed Chuyi's neck.

Chu Yi's eyes widened, looking at the beast in front of him, which was released by himself, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.But the beast's minions had already tightened, and he was not even given a chance to speak. He tilted his neck, and he didn't say a word again.

Fang Wuxiang threw him aside, as if throwing off a dirty bag, and fell to the ground on Chuyi, the twisted limbs reminded him of the Gu worm that was buried on the stone.

Their lives were taken away by themselves.

He lowered his head and looked at his hands. It turned out that his fists and palms were so powerful, and he was able to exert such astonishing power.But he only felt remorse and hatred, hated others and hated himself, if he had acted earlier, Yuan Bao would not have died.

It was his cowardice that killed Yuan Bao.

That being the case, the only way to redeem the ingot's karma is to use the body as a sacrifice.

He embraced Yuan Bao's corpse with one hand, stepped over the remains of Chu Yi without hesitation, and stepped forward again.

Ahead of him was the Western State congregation, receding like a tidal wave as he approached.But he just raised the corners of his mouth - such a small distance, he can cross it in the blink of an eye.

The members of the Xizhou congregation apparently also noticed this. Seeing that there was no way to escape, they exchanged winks and said, "Brothers go together, I'm afraid we won't be able to kill him!"

With a hundred responses, the crowd spread out in all directions, forming a circular formation, surrounding Fang Wuxiang.

Fang Wuxiang bent down and carefully put Yuan Bao's body aside.Then he took a long look.

There was still a broken blade stuck on Yuan Bao's back, his body was covered with cuts and bruises, and he died in a miserable state. Every time he looked at him, his fear became more and more serious.

Despite this, Fang Wuxiang's eyes were still solemn and meticulous, as if he was punishing himself, but also as if he was reluctant to part, even the miserable state of the deceased had to be firmly remembered.

He had promised that he would protect Yuanbao until the last moment.

He doesn't want freedom, if freedom means loneliness, he would rather this bondage become his shackles, locking his heart and soul.

Even if the sea water floods back, the river dries up, the mountains and rocks collapse, and the world overturns, he will never break his promise.

He finally stood up, standing under the setting sun as thick as weeping blood.

The road to becoming a Buddha has turned into illusion, and the road to becoming a demon is still spreading under your feet.

Who still remembers that Qingguangya was the place where the first ray of sunrise descended on the world.

The blue waves are sparkling, the sea is broad and the sky is high, the warm and warm morning light caresses the earth, the world opens its eyes like a newborn baby, its cheeks are rosy, and even the cry is full of hope and joy - this is Qingguangya Last week's sunrise scene again and again.

Although day and night are commonplace, people still admire each sunrise, as they have done since ancient times.Beasts can live for a long time as long as they have food to feed their stomachs, but people have to hang hope in front of their eyes in order to live smilingly until the next day.

Now, the clear light on Qing Guangya has been replaced by the blood light.

There is no hope, no joy in the bloody light, only boundless pain and despair.

When Mu Xue arrived, all she saw was despair.

There were many corpses lying on the sloping cliff, some with broken hands and feet, some with shattered spleens, and some even had their heavenly caps removed, red and white slurry flowed all over the ground, with a choking strong fishy smell .

These people died tragically, as if they were torn to pieces by a storm, or were bruised, or decapitated, and there was no room for rescue.Their blood seeped the ground, staining the moss-covered banks bright red.

Hell on earth is nothing more than that.

Among the corpses lying all over the ground, there was only one person still standing, and his body was also covered with blood, the blood was messy, and it was impossible to distinguish whether it was his own blood or someone else's.He was like the eye hole in the center of the storm, even though he was motionless, he still exuded an indescribable oppressive force.

It took Mu Xue some time to see clearly that the corpses that fell on the Ya'an were all members of the Xizhou Association. They eradicated them, but they didn't expect them to fall into the hands of others on this isolated island, and they died overnight.

The disciples of Dongfeng Hall who came together with Mu Xue occasionally made a sound of applauding.

However, Mu Xue's heart fell to the bottom, and was firmly sucked away by the people in the center of the storm.

She murmured: "Fang Wuxiang, it's actually Fang Wuxiang..."

That person really had Fang Wuxiang's face, wore Fang Wuxiang's clothes, and even used Fang Wuxiang's martial arts, but he looked like a complete stranger.

However, on this small Yingzhou Island, how can there be a second person who is born exactly the same.

Mu Xue couldn't believe it, but she couldn't believe it.

The contest between Fang Wuxiang and the Xizhou Club had just ended, and the spectators around him had already hid far away, and none of them dared to approach.

Among the corpses all over the floor, there was still one who hadn't died completely. He slowly raised his head from behind Fang Wuxiang, propped himself up with his sword, and stood up cautiously.

Half of this person's face was knocked against the sharp stone, and it was already bloody and bloody. It seemed that half of the skin had been peeled off. Behind the dripping wound, white bones were faintly exposed, which looked extremely hideous.

Mu Xue finally recognized his face, he was one of the elites of the Xizhou Association, and he was a good wielder of the sword. The fast sword was as fast as lightning and took many lives in Dongfengtang.

The place where he fell happened to be out of Fang Wuxiang's field of vision, and it was the most suitable location for a surprise attack.

When he raised his sword, he must have had the same thought, so he poured all his strength into the sword and stabbed Fang Wuxiang in the back.

No matter how tight the shoulders are, they are only flesh and blood, and they cannot withstand the sharpness of a sharp sword.

However, he miscalculated.

His sharp edge failed to touch the target at all, so he felt a tightness in his wrist. The next moment, Fang Wuxiang's face was facing him, and he couldn't even see the opponent's movements clearly, and his wrist lost consciousness, like a broken willow. As it fell down, the sword came out from between the fingers and fell to the feet.

He hurriedly raised his head to meet the other party's gaze.

Fang Wuxiang faced the setting sun with his back, his face in the shadow was red with anger, blending with the halo of the setting sun, as if it was burning.

It was the last sight he saw.

Mu Xue stood still far away, but she couldn't help being frightened.She saw that the man's swordsmanship was by no means clumsy, and his surprise attack moves were flawless, but he was by no means a match for Fang Wuxiang.Fang Wuxiang didn't show him the slightest bit of mercy, he immediately raised his palm and struck directly at his chest, the wind of his palm pierced like a rainbow, and within a single stroke, the poor man's heart was shattered.

The last enemy also fell.

The figure standing against the light is covered with the afterglow of the shoulders, and it looks like Fudo Myo-o enshrined in the temple, with the flames on his body, his eyes are round and angry, and he deters the evil spirits with sullen anger.

But he is not a Buddha after all, just a mortal body, and the red flames behind him are also burning his skin, eating away at his figure inch by inch.

Mu Xue's heart was indescribably heavy.

She was ordered by Song Yungui to come here to suppress evil.

——If Fang Wuxiang falls into evil spirits, commits evil deeds, and kills innocent people indiscriminately, he will be executed on the spot, which is absolutely unforgivable.

She couldn't believe the hall master's words until she saw the situation on Qing Guangya with her own eyes.

The colleagues around her are already eager to try, and the news that the hall master recruited Fang Wuxiang has already spread throughout Dongfeng Hall. If Fang Wuxiang fails the hall master's expectations, then the seat reserved for him will be vacant. If he is defeated, there is a great hope that he will be replaced by a high position.

Different from the sleazy wanderers, the children of the aristocratic family are always in the midst of competition, never slack off, and never give up any opportunity to climb up.

Seeing that her companion was about to move, Mu Xue said loudly: "Wait a minute!"

The man closest to Mu Xue turned his head and asked, "The hall master has an order, if you don't take action now, when will you wait?"

This person's name is Song Mang, and although he has the same surname as Song Yungui, he is not related to him. However, he is competitive everywhere, especially eager to show himself in front of Song Yungui, wishing to become a true confidant sooner.

Mu Xue showed displeasure, and said: "Of course I know the hall master's order, I mean wait a moment, don't act rashly, don't you understand?"

Song Mang smiled and said, "Why? Senior Sister Mu must have been moved by this fake monk, right?"

The voice was extremely ear-piercing, Mu Xue couldn't help frowning, and said coldly: "Of course not, Wuxiang Gong is unfathomable, if you don't want to lose your life for nothing like those people, you'd better listen to someone's advice and act cautiously."

Song Mang asked again: "What did the senior sister say?"

Mu Xue gritted her teeth and said, "Form the formation."

Although she doesn't have many relatives and friends in the sect, she still has the majesty of the chief disciple. As soon as she said a word, everyone followed her order, unsheathed their swords and formed a tight sword formation, clustering her in front, In the position of the eye of the array.

Song Mang was still beside her, and before she could speak, he took her words away and said loudly: "Everyone, our Dongfeng Hall must win this battle today, and don't let Tianjimen steal the limelight!"

Song Mang's rhetoric was obviously more popular than Mu Xue's cautious words, and he won bursts of echoes as soon as he spoke.

Mu Xue didn't care about him, and led everyone to climb Qing Guangya.

There are thirty or two disciples forming an formation together today, all of them are well-trained, such a huge formation is only for dealing with one person.

The people they were dealing with didn't show any fear, they went straight forward and asked, "You guys betrayed my friend and allowed Brother Chu to kidnap him, didn't you?"

Mu Xue didn't nod or refute. Of course she never betrayed Yuanbao, but she didn't know what other people were doing.

Song Mang beside her smiled contemptuously and said, "So what?"

Mu Xue was startled, and turned her head to see Song Mang's expression, but Song Mang just stared at the enemy opposite, waiting for the opportunity to fight.

Mu Xue suddenly understood that in Song Mang's eyes, Fang Wuxiang was already a dead person. He didn't care whether the dead person was right or wrong, and he didn't bother to listen to the dead person's questions. High climbing road.

Fang Wuxiang looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, and said: "What kind of decent family, what kind of chivalry, are all deceptive lies, Dongfengtang is the same as Xizhouhui, no one is innocent, no one is wronged, since you are here, I will accompany you Let him die together!"

As soon as the word 'death' was spit out, a life-threatening fist fell down.

There is a reason for the name of Wuxianggong.

To practice this skill, one must look at all things lightly, get rid of one's own desires, stay away from the hustle and bustle, cleanse one's mind of emptiness, and have no image of self, person, or sentient beings in the eyes.Even though there are thousands of faces and appearances in the world, they are not stained with fine dust, and their hearts are pure.

Only by reaching the extreme state like this has created the most magnanimous kungfu in the martial arts. The human heart has no selfish desires, just like a tree without shadows.There is no description, no trace to be found, so it is invincible and invincible.

In the thousands of years of history and records of Lantian Temple, there is no one who has surpassed Wuxiang Kungfu by relying on other martial arts.

However, Lantian Temple was eventually condemned by the emperor's decree, and no one from the people with a radius of thousands of miles went to the temple to continue burning incense.

The most powerful martial arts in the world are no match for power and profit, greed and arrogance in the world.

The presiding abbot knew that Fang Wuxiang's heart was too pure, so he sent him away, hoping that he would find fun in the secular world, and it would be better to abandon meditation and indulge in the world of mortals.After all, it is difficult for a mortal to become a Buddha, so it is better to let the beautiful rivers and lakes overcome his suffering.and.Hee.彖.right.read.Chia.

But Fang Wuxiang failed to live up to this expectation after all.

When a person walks in the world, how can he be invisible, how can he not be stained with dust.

Fang Wuxiang's body was covered with blood.

Dongfengtang's formation can't do anything to him, his movements are free and unrestrained, his shots are bold and wide, relying on his superb internal strength, he can control the energy outside his body, and he can use it freely, just like a white crane spreading its wings, its momentum is soaring to the sky.

Only by fighting against him in person can one personally appreciate the essence of Wuxiang Gong.

The gang wind entangled between his fingers and turned into a part of his body. The sound of the wind whistling under his palms sometimes shone outwards and sometimes retracted. It was completely unpredictable and impossible to guard against.

The two sides were outnumbered, but after more than a dozen moves, Dongfeng Hall's formation had undergone changes. The fierce attack at first gradually slowed down, and the vanguards on both sides were forced to the rear.

Forming an formation into battle, the key is to gather energy. An excellent formation must go through many years of grinding. People in the formation trust each other, entrust their lives to each other, and breathe and breathe in harmony. In this way, everyone's qi is condensed in one place , as long as the qi is not broken, it can exert double power.Conversely, once the formation is destroyed and the qi is slack, everyone will be implicated and exposed to great danger. It would be more effective than fighting alone.

Dongfengtang was also afraid of being defeated, so he switched from attacking to defending, trying to deal with Fang Wuxiang slowly. The energy of 32 people is stronger than that of one person no matter what, as long as Fang Wuxiang is dragged to exhaustion, he can find a way to break through.

However, they made a mistake again. After more than a hundred rounds, even the ground of Qing Guangya has been thinned a bit, but Fang Wuxiang still showed a little bit of fatigue. Phase, inexhaustible, inexhaustible.On the contrary, the disciples of Dongfeng Hall gradually became exhausted, even Mu Xue's forehead was dripping with sweat, and her cheeks turned pale.

She only felt that her opponent was not a person, but the law of heaven and earth itself.

But she is the leader of the formation, the only woman in the formation, and Song Yungui's first apprentice.There are too many "only" titles on her shoulders, so she is doomed to be lonely. She can only show strength, but she cannot show weakness. Even if everyone retreats, she cannot retreat.If she takes a step back, her reputation will be ruined and she will endure the ridicule of others.

There has never been a smooth road behind her, only a deep abyss.She is like an arrow hanging on a string, even if there is a rocky cliff in front of her, it will break her in the middle