Fengguixu

Diancang sent everyone to look at Wang Yuen together.

Wang Yuen's face was livid, and he said in a low voice: "The hatred between Dian Canghua is as deep as the sea, and it cannot be resolved overnight, forgive Wang for not obeying his orders!"

His younger brother, Wang Duohui, was annoyed that he spoke too bluntly, pulled him back with all his strength, stepped forward, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "It's a good thing to get rid of enemies, and thank you for your kindness. The Diancang faction understands well, but this is a big matter, and it doesn’t matter if we senior brothers say it, and please allow us to go back and report to the head of the sect before making a decision.”

He originally wanted to move out as the head of the sect, but he dragged on for a moment, but Feng Yin would not give in at all.

"Today's Guangjiao Chengguang Festival, the head of Dian Cang said that he was sick, and since he sent you juniors to visit, it means that all the foreign affairs will be handled by you." Feng Yin said leisurely, "Since you are Of course, the face of the Diancang faction can also make some innocuous decisions for Diancang. If you really can’t make the decision, then the head of the Diancang sent some useless shrimp soldiers and crab generals in order to perfuse me, Feng Yin. My holy fire gift..."

The more he spoke, the darker his voice became, Wang Duohui's back was dripping with cold sweat, and he tried to calm himself down: "Your Majesty must have misunderstood! My sect leader really attaches great importance to the Chengguang Festival. Whatever he said, he had to come in person, senior brother Yu En was entrusted with this important task because he was favored by the sect master..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Yin waved his hand: "Since that's the case, it's not too presumptuous for your big brother Yu En to act as the deity on your behalf."

Wang Duohui was in a dilemma: "But..."

Feng Yin raised her eyebrows in displeasure: "What else is there?"

Wang Duohui wiped his sweat, he wanted to persuade him with good words, but he didn't expect Feng Motou to be soft and hard, hesitating to himself, Wang Yuen's violent temper could no longer be restrained, and he leaped forward with a straight sword: "There is nothing wrong! Let's shake hands with the dog thief in Huajian? Pooh! There is no hope in this life, let's wait for the next life!"

He not only scolded Feng Yin, but also scolded Huajianhui by the way.

Huajian would be called a thief, and the anger that had just been suppressed surged up again. Even if the leader had only one hand left, he would shout back: "Wang Mazi, my mother and maidservant!"

The founder of the Huajianhui sect is said to be a top scholar in the previous dynasty. Later, even if he fell into the grass and wielded swords for the bandits, he did not forget his old profession. He has been trying to promote the Four Books and Five Classics in the sect, insisting on teaching his disciples to read and write. This has been passed down from generation to generation over time, resulting in people in Huajianhui speaking in a somewhat polite manner, even if they are cursing, they are very particular about scolding.

"Straight thief!"

"A wall of dung cannot be crushed!"

The two factions glared at each other like a group of black-bone chickens.

"Wang Yuen, is it impossible to make peace with the truth?" Feng Yin was so quarreled that her head hurt.

Wang Yuen raised his chin, and said proudly, "It's absolutely impossible!"

"Okay." Feng Yin sighed, "In this way, you can choose one of the group of people in Huajianhui, and if you can defeat him in front of the big guys, you can keep silent, and neither will I. What about you."

As soon as these words came out, not only Huajianhui, but even the Diancang faction were stunned.

Wang Duohui said: "Isn't it good? They have just cut themselves off. Now that they are competing, isn't my Diancang faction taking advantage of the danger?"

The leader of Hua Jianhui blushed: "Master Feng, this is too unfair!"

Feng Yin glanced at him casually and asked, "What's your name?"

The man reported his name: "I'm going down the river."

Feng Yin asked again: "Who is your master?"

Jiang Shuiyu replied, "My mentor, Yu Tianhua."

"That's right." Feng Yin nodded lightly, "Yu Tianhua's Wanhua swordsmanship has been completed, and you are her disciple, so you must have made achievements."

Jiang Shuiyu smiled wryly: "It's a pity that I lost a hand today."

Feng Yin frowned: "Could it be the hand that wields the sword that you broke?"

Jiang Shuiyu: "No, but..."

"It's fine if you don't." Feng Yin said indifferently, "One hand is enough to wield a sword."

Jiang Shuiyu: "..."

Feng Yin turned her gaze to Wang Yuen again, her red lips parted slightly: "It's enough for you to beat him with one hand."

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Jiang Shuiyu didn't know where the surname Feng had confidence in him. Normally, he would have a full beard and tail, and at most he would be on par with Wang Mazi.Although Wang Mazi was ugly and rude, his martial arts should not be underestimated.

Feng Yin's contemptuous tone made Wang Yuen's face pockmarked, and he sneered again and again: "Okay, Jiang, since you are so capable, then draw your sword!"

The man surnamed Feng dug a big hole, Jiang Shuiyu hated it so much, but in front of so many people, he had to jump into the hole, otherwise if word spread, he would be yelled at and shouted. If people dare to answer, won't they never be able to lift their heads when walking on the rivers and lakes in the future?The so-called head can be broken and blood can flow, and the face of Dian Cang can't be lost, Jiang Shuiyu gritted his teeth, hastily bandaged his severed hand, and drew his sword out of its sheath: "Compare, compare, who is afraid of whom?"

"Good boy, I'm here!"

Wang Yuen has a straightforward personality and doesn't talk nonsense. His move is "Wind Comb Bodhi", attacking Jiang Shuiyu's right side. Since he knew that Jiang Shuiyu's left hand was injured, he naturally didn't attack his left side, lest others say he took advantage of it. False entry.

The Diancang swordsmanship and the Wanhua swordsmanship of the Huajianhui originally came from the same lineage, but they parted ways due to disagreements between the founders of the sect. Focus on the winger, and strive to surprise.Wanhua focuses on "quickness", aiming to move as soon as you think, and make moves like lightning.Diancang's "Wind Combing Bodhi" move is as its name suggests. When the leaves on the Bodhi tree are fluttering, people only know that there is a wind blowing, but they don't know where the wind is blowing from.

Jiang Shuiyu didn't know where the trembling sword tip in Wang Yuen's hand would end up, even Wang Yuen himself didn't know, this was a free move!

Jiang Shuiyu had no choice but to wield his sword quickly, take a defensive position, and resorted to the move "Thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom", and the flying sword shadows immediately bloomed like thousands of pear blossoms, tightly protecting the whole body.

Just listening to "Ding Ding Ding", a series of clear and crisp collision sounds, Wang Yuen's attacks from all directions were all blocked back, and amidst the white shadows, a ray of cold light rushed straight into the palace, piercing towards the center of the eyebrows!

——It is a move in the Wanhua swordsmanship "the center is straight and the outside is straight, neither spreading nor branching".

Wang Yuen tipped his toes, opened his arms, and flew backwards for a few feet. When the momentum of this move was suspended and the remaining strength was exhausted, he turned sideways and made a move of "Rain hits plantains" with his steps. Stab three swords in a row.

The tip of the sword was like raindrops, hitting his head and covering his face. Jiang Shuiyu was going forward indomitably, but now he had to jump and dodge, and fight and retreat.

Suddenly hearing a "hissing", Wang Yuen swept across the ground, Jiang Shuiyu was accidentally hit by the sword in his calf, and scattered blood was sprinkled on the stage, like red plum blossoms.He rolled sideways, dodged the sharp stabs, and before he got up, he caught a glimpse of the sword light from the corner of his eye, Wang Yuen swung his sword away, and the shadow of the sword turned into a wandering dragon, chasing after him fiercely!

Anyone can see that this is a ruthless move!

Everyone raised their throats in one breath.

Jiang Shuiyu's left mountain was exhausted, his hand and right leg were in severe pain, and his heart was miserable. When he was about to admit defeat, a cool voice came into his ears: "What are you still doing in a daze? First make 'Crazy Catkins Dance with the Wind', and then make 'Frivolous Peach Blossoms' By water'."

Jiang Shuiyu was startled, looked at Fengyin, and thought, how does this devil know the secret sword move of my Wanhua swordsmanship?The situation is critical right now, so he didn't rush to think about it, he swung his sword subconsciously, and brought out "Crazy Catkins Dancing with the Wind", his wide sleeves fluttered, covering the opponent's sight, and at the same time, he jumped lightly, unhurriedly, just avoiding Wang Yuen The first ambush of "Yunlong Trifold", and then he used "Frivolous Peach Blossom Chasing Water", the sword body swayed slightly, and he retreated two steps crookedly, these two steps coincided with Wang Yuen's second and third ambush Can be missed, how clever are these three tricks?One breath early and one breath late, he will be pierced by the long sword!From an outsider's point of view, it is a perfect fit, so wonderful!

The heroes watched with enthusiasm, every time Jiang Shuiyu dodged a blow, there was a round of applause on the field, three blows and one move were more dangerous than one move, and the applause was louder than one. After all, you must know that the move "Yunlong Three Folds" used by their big brother is a unique skill, and it has always been invincible, but today it was broken by Hua Jianhui with their move!This is tantamount to cutting off an arm with his own hands!

Jiang Shuiyu used these two moves in a daze, but managed to dodge Diancang's unique skill two or three times. He was astonished in his heart and was not inferior to others. He was thinking carefully, but Wang Yuen was unyielding, and attacked again with his sword.

He raised his sword to meet him, and heard Feng Yin say: "Xiao He just showed her sharp horns."

He hesitated for a moment, and slowly sent the sword out.

Feng Yin said again: "One tip has been brushed with a rouge pen."

He then drew a circle with the tip of his sword, and at the same time took a step across to the right, but he was puzzled in his heart, how could these two moves be used together if they didn't match up?

Before he could figure out the meaning behind it, Wang Yuen was already in full swing, aiming at his left flank to attack!

Jiang Shuiyu was startled, and Fang Shi understood that Feng Yin was teaching him to use fake moves to show off his weaknesses and lure the enemy deep!

Sure enough, Feng Yin sternly said: "The flowers move a mountain of spring!"

Jiang Shuiyu was very familiar with this move, he retracted his right leg, pulled out his body sharply, leaped about Zhang Zhang, swords and flowers flew, piercing left and right, like falling flowers, difficult to distinguish between true and false, only dazzled.

I could hear shouts coming and going, clattering and clattering.

Waiting for the movement to rest, the only sound of panting is heard on the field.

And Jiang Shuiyu's sword was firmly placed on Wang Yuen's neck, and the blade of the sword slid gently against his neck, leaving a striking bloodstain.

"If you want to kill him now, it's easy." Feng Yin said coolly.

Jiang Shuiyu's sword trembled slightly, but Wang Yuen stared at him without even frowning.

The stalemate seemed extremely long, and Feng Yin waited patiently.

"choke"!

He looked up—

Jiang Shuiyu put his sword back into its sheath, and turned indifferently.

"Why don't you kill me!" Wang Yuen turned angry, jumped up and scolded, "Your mother's bastard!"

Jiang Shuiyu turned his head and spat: "Zhuzi, killing you is like a bird's ear!"

The two of them started swearing again and again.

The heroes laughed, Feng Yin only taught them to stop fighting, but didn't let them not even scold.

Maybe it's meaningless to scold without hitting, the two groups scolded for a while, then shut up one after another.

Feng Yin has always been very clear about rewards and punishments, everyone in Huajianhui chopped off a hand, so naturally the Diancang faction cannot be exempted.

Wang Yuen had nothing to say, so he could only grit his teeth and obey.

Where there is life, there is hope.What's the point of losing a hand if you can save your life?

At this point, the matter of the holy monument was finally settled. At this time, five corpses and ten hands were scattered on the Wushen platform, and a strong smell of blood lingered on the tip of everyone's nose.

Before this, no one would have imagined that Feng Yin was such a person, he was ruthless to others, and he was even more ruthless to his own family. Others just lost a hand, but his people really lost their lives!In addition to the fear, there was even a trace of awe in the hearts of the heroes. They knew that it was no accident that the Tianchi Sacred Sect was able to exist today. People like Feng Yin, no matter which sect they belonged to, would be the masters of revitalization.

But, what he wants to be is the master of martial arts in the Central Plains. Is this really possible?

All sects have their own thoughts and sit down to eat.

During this period, several red-clothed believers came to the stage with buckets, first cleaned up the remains of the corpses on the stage, and then washed the blood on the jade with water over and over again.

Chu Bao'er was so disgusted that he couldn't eat at all, but when he thought about not getting any grains in the next three days, even if he pinched his nose, he still wanted to fill his stomach.

After the meal, string music was played. Headed by Yanyun's sixteen maidservants, three hundred female disciples of the sacred religion, dressed in colorful clothes, danced gracefully, gracefully and enchantingly.

They circled the holy monument round and round, forming a star-filled moon, and behind the holy monument was a towering bonfire platform.

The holy fire has always been lit by the saint.

When the time has come, Sikong Zhufeng came slowly with a torch in his hand, hair disheveled and bare feet.

At that moment, everyone was infected by the sacred and solemn atmosphere, held their breath, and stared at the tall and straight figure of the woman.Black clothes, black hair, black eyes, and a dark heart.People invariably think, what kind of man can conquer such a woman?Perhaps, such a woman is inherently unconquerable, and she was born to conquer others.

Like a black lotus in full bloom, Sikong Zhufeng fluttered his robes, flew up to the bonfire platform with light kung fu, and lit the holy fire in full view.

At the moment when the flames shot up into the sky, the black saints raised their hands high and shouted in unison: "There is no joy in life, and there is no trouble in death.

Heroes are impermanent, and all return to dust.

The raging holy fire repels the sprites.

Inheriting bright ambitions, Shunchang perishes. "

"According to the bright ambition, Shunchang will perish."

The loud slogan was blown by the north wind to the Naihe Palace standing on the top of the mountain. On the cornice of the Naihe Palace, there was a person standing in a green robe.

Shen Xu used his thumb to slowly stroke the quaint scabbard of the Buju Sword.He came up from the secret passage of the underground palace, and he has stood here for a long time, until the wet clothes on his body were completely dry, almost turned into ice edges, and merged with the cold palace.

Is this the way you want to go?

He frowned slightly, looking down the mountain, his eyes were blazing with fire.

Soon, a figure quietly appeared behind him.