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Author: Mr. Tai Su

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Song Yuhua chuckled, very satisfied, and stepped into the main hall with unparalleled elegance and sharpness.

Xie Hui was sitting above, his face was livid and gloomy. There was a plaque hanging above his head, with four big words written on it: benevolence, justice and courtesy. The handwriting was vigorous and powerful, with flying dragons and phoenixes, and the pen was strong. At a glance, a sharp edge was coming towards his face.

, this was written by the Heavenly Sword Song Que when the Duzun Castle was built. It incorporates the meaning of the Heavenly Sword and is majestic and powerful.

Song Yuhua stood in the main hall, looking up at the plaque, extremely focused, with some complicated emotions, without saying a word.

Xie Hui's face was extremely dark, his eyes were narrowed and extremely narrow, and a cold light came out from the slits in his eyes. He looked at his daughter-in-law, his eyes were no longer as gentle as before, they were full of coldness, and he said in a very cold voice.

"I didn't expect that my daughter-in-law was so great. She secretly won over most of the generals. I, the Lord of the Sovereign Castle, didn't even know about it. I was kept in the dark and became a puppet!"

Xie Hui had a stern look on his face, and his voice was extremely cold, revealing murderous intent and evil aura. This martial arts judge had been a powerful figure in Bashu for decades. It was not that he had never encountered challengers, but he had suppressed them all with his powerful strength.

Unexpectedly, he ended up falling into the hands of his daughter-in-law.

"Yuhua, you are worthy of being the daughter of Song Que, the Heavenly Saber!"

"Back then I thought you were gentle and well-behaved, unlike Brother Song, but now it seems I was mistaken!"

When Xie Hui mentioned Song Que, an unnatural look flashed across his face. He and Song Que shared life and death together, and they traveled the world together. Song Que saved his life many times, and they became a close friend. Now he has betrayed Song.

The reason is actually because of a woman, a woman who does not have Jie Hui in her heart, Fan Qinghui of Cihang Jingzhai.

Song Yuhua looked away from the plaque, her eyes were cold and focused, with a sharp edge, she looked at Xie Hui and said coldly.

"You got me wrong!"

"Father also misjudged you!"

"It's even!"

Song Yuhua's words were extremely rational. She did not accuse Xie Hui of betraying the Song clan, but calmly stated the facts. There was no right or wrong, just different positions.

Xie Hui breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, and the guilt he still felt in his heart completely dissipated. His eyes were firm and cold, and he slowly stood up from his seat, took a few steps forward, and stood opposite Song Yuhua, looking at her

He asked with a somewhat complicated look on the people surrounding the main hall.

"Enough chatting! It's time to talk about business!"

"You led so many people to surround the main hall. What do you want to do?"

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"Please forgive me, Lord of the castle, for abandoning the darkness and turning to the light!"

Song Yuhua turned around, his eyes were extremely bright, and he said very seriously.

"Abandon darkness and turn to light, who is darkness and who is light?"

Xie Hui sneered and looked at Song Yuhua sarcastically, with a bit of disdain. He obviously had different opinions on who was dark and who was bright.

"The Li clan is dark, the Song clan is bright!"

Song Yuhua didn't take Xie Hui's reaction seriously and explained the light and shade very seriously. She thought so from the bottom of her heart and was extremely sincere.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Xie Hui raised his head and laughed so wildly that he even bent his waist. He stretched out his right hand, pointed his finger at Song Yuhua, and asked angrily.

"Why?"

"You said that the Li clan is dark and the Song clan is bright, is that right? I prefer to think that the Li clan is bright and the Song clan is dark!"

A look of disappointment appeared on Song Yuhua's face. People with different paths should not work together. This is the eternal truth. Xie Hui and Song Clan are obviously not on the same road. Even in the face of the current desperate situation, they are still stubborn and ready to go to the dark side.

, unwilling to look back.

"The Han Dynasty is bright, the Hu people are dark!"

"So it is self-evident who is the orthodox one between the Song Clan and the Li Clan!"

Song Yuhua took a deep look at Xie Hui and was extremely serious. His voice was not loud, but it was so deafening that Xie Hui's laughter stopped.

When Xie Hui heard this, his whole body trembled, his pupils dilated, and the sarcastic smile disappeared from before, becoming a bit strange. Finally, he showed a bitter smile and said hoarsely.

"What's the point of talking about this now?"

Xie Hui has admired Song Que's insistence on Han unification since he was young. He is also a Han, a Chinese son and a native of the Central Plains. How could he not hate the domineering Hu people, but now he has forgotten

In his original intention, he was persuaded by Fan Qinghui and prepared to surrender to the Li clan. This was already an act of forgetting his ancestors.

"You have taken over the situation today. They are all yours. What can I, a lonely old man, do?"

Xie Hui looked past Song Yuhua and looked at the Duzunbao troops outside the main hall. These were originally his subordinates, but now they aimed their swords at him, which was really touching.

Song Yuhua did not overwhelm others with force, and was extremely calm. He lowered his head and glanced at the full moon scimitar in his hand. There was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, full of tenderness, his voice was ethereal and ethereal, and his mind entered the full moon state of mind, cold and clear.

, raised his head suddenly, his eyes suddenly turned into swords, extremely sharp, and said loudly.

"They used to be your subjects, so naturally they can't do anything to you!"

"Today, I will not bully you. I will use the scimitar in my hand to determine the winner and loser. The winner will stay and the loser will go!"

Song Yuhua was completely different from the past at this time. A powerful aura erupted from his body. His black hair fell behind him and kept fluttering. The scimitar in his hand was raised and pointed at Xie Hui. The blade was cold and sharp, and it was extremely frightening.

Xie Hui was stunned when he heard the words, his mind was in a trance, and he looked at Song Yuhua blankly, as if he was hallucinating. Standing in front of him at this time was his sworn brother who he had admired all his life, the Heavenly Sword Song Que, who showed his sharp edge and swallowed up mountains and rivers with anger.

, majestic and majestic.

"You really look like your father!"

Xie Hui said softly, with a complicated look in his eyes. He took a deep breath and lifted up a pair of judge pens made of iron in his hands. The tip of the pen was cold and sharp, and the true energy was hesitant and made a whistling sound.

, pierced the air, especially terrifying.

"But do you really think you are my opponent?"

"I, Xie Hui, am not in vain. In the whole south, except Song Que, the Heavenly Sword, who dares to say that he is better than the pair of judge's pens in my hand!"

"If I didn't have this martial arts, how could I dominate Bashu, build a solemn fortress, and be respected and obeyed by the people of Bashu!"

The martial arts judge Xie Hui is one of the top masters in the martial arts world. He is a veteran master and a powerful master in Bashu. He has been in power for decades and has not been defeated. You can know how powerful he is.

Song Yuhua was not affected by Xie Hui's words. She was in a mysterious state at this time. Her mental perception was extremely sharp and her spirit was infinitely elevated. Her thoughts and the scimitar in her hand merged into one, creating an indescribable resonance with the same frequency.

, extremely familiar, indistinguishable from each other.

"I don't know if I can beat you, but I have an idea in my mind and want to try it out!"

"What's the idea?"

Xie Hui showed a puzzled look, looked at Song Yuhua who looked a little strange, frowned slightly, and asked aloud.

"If I defeat you with the full-moon scimitar in my hand, am I qualified to have my name engraved on my father's whetstone?"

Xie Hui was slightly startled when he heard the words, his eyes flashed with a look of shock, and he looked at Song Yuhua with burning eyes. For the first time, he knew that Song Yuhua in front of him actually had such ambitions. Even he, Xie Hui, was not qualified to leave his name.

On Song Que's whetstone, everyone above him was a world-famous top master, and the last one was in the state of master perfection, with a level of cultivation that was a few points higher than Xie Hui's.

Xie Hui smiled, very happily, as if he had regained his former martial arts judge style, bold and hearty, and said loudly.

"Absolutely qualified!"

"Although I, Xie Hui, am not qualified to leave my name on the whetstone, as long as you defeat me with the scimitar in your hand, you are definitely qualified to be listed on it!"

Xie Hui's words are not false. Although he is a few points behind in strength and cannot put his name on the whetstone, if someone can defeat him, he is indeed strong enough to be on the whetstone. He is like the standard of the whetstone.

Generally, as long as you defeat him, you can be on the list.

"That's good!"

"Then I will carve my name on the whetstone today!"

Song Yuhua was relieved and smiled brightly, charming and holy. He waved the full-moon scimitar in his hand, and a sword energy was extremely condensed. It broke the air and slashed towards Xie Hui, as if to say hello and politely.

A blow.

Xie Hui's expression was resolute and stern, with a more cautious look in his eyes. He looked solemnly at the sword energy rushing in front of him. This sword energy was condensed and pure and should not be underestimated.

This kind of pure and condensed sword energy cannot be practiced by anyone except swordsmanship. This fully illustrates Song Yuhua's strength. His swordsmanship is exquisite and superb.

Hui didn't dare to relax at all.

This is also Song Yuhua's purpose of wielding this sword, to remind Xie Hui to go all out and not to be careless, otherwise she will not be able to win.

"Yuhua, your temperament is very much like your father, very proud!"

Xie Hui was mature and scheming, so he naturally understood Song Yuhua's intentions, so he said this. Song Yuhua was worried that he would be careless and lose, which would not be enough to verify his own strength and affect his ability to climb the whetstone. Such a arrogant temperament

, exactly the same as Song Que.

"It makes sense for a tiger father to have a dog daughter!"

As Xie Hui spoke, the judge's pen in his hand moved forward a little, and a strong wind pierced the void and hit the condensed sword energy.

"Bang!"

The strong wind and sword energy turned into little starlights, floating in the air, and disappeared.
To be continued...