Like most people in this world, he cannot be defined simply by "good" or "bad".
He has done both good and evil deeds.
He once had lofty ideals and ambitions, but in the end he drifted with the crowd, running for fame and fortune without even realizing it.
Human beings are complex creatures, and everyone has their own position, goals and way of survival.
But everyone... also has their own bottom line.
But today, He Yang Zhiyan...or He Yang Shinji and others have touched Fang Jin's bottom line.
It is true that Fang Jin is a member of the public family, or to put it harshly, a lackey of the government; but in addition, he is also a warrior, the disciple of Daohuang Mengqing... and a member of the Central Plains martial arts community.
Whether it is the competition and fighting among the people in the rivers and lakes, or the various conspiracies instigated by the imperial court to control the rivers and lakes, these are all acceptable; he can even choose sides in such battles for his own benefit.
Because he knows very well... no one can "unify the world for generations", and it is impossible for the world to truly disappear from the world.
Leaders of martial arts alliances, peerless masters, and even emperors... In the face of the word "jianghu", they can only achieve temporary victory at most.
Their victory will eventually fade away with time, just like their own lives.
There will always be a new era and new disputes coming...
Just because everyone knows that where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.
But this time the situation is different.
Those fights in the past, no matter how fierce they were, were still "internal fights", but this time... the imperial court actually wanted a Japanese school like "Shenden Jiken Style" to unify the martial arts in the Central Plains. This was something Fang Jin could not bear.
Even if it is only a "momentary victory", the fact that the Central Plains martial arts was once dominated by a Japanese sect with only a few people will become an established "fact".
Perhaps those who live in the inner courtyards of the palace and in wealthy families... don't have any special feelings about this, but for people like him who were born in poverty and have traveled through the martial arts world, such shame is absolutely unacceptable.
There is no room for compromise.
Of course... considering that everyone's bottom line is different, some people may still be able to accept it. For example, people like Tu Ji can really deserve the name of "shameless".
"Leader, leave the surrounding security to me, the Kuanghu Gang. You can safely deal with those four guys who don't know how to praise..."
On the main street, the three players were still in a stalemate in the distance, but Tu Ji didn't seem to pay much attention to Juan Meng. In contrast, he was more worried about the three famous swordsmen and Feng Meiyu.
.
"Tu Ji! You shameless villain!" On the other side, seeing Tu Ji's face, Qiu Baqi was so angry that his eyes were red. He simply ignored He Yang Shinci and shouted angrily.
, chasing after Tu Ji, "I will kill you first today!"
When the words fell, Qiu Baqi had already stood up sharply, and the sword in his hand swept out of the wind.
"It's ridiculous..." Seeing this, He Yang Shinci raised his hand and blocked the opponent's attack path with a sword, "I'm here... will it be your turn to decide who lives and who dies?"
call
call
At the same moment, Xie Xiuwen and Meng He also moved.
They... don't know why they want to take action...
Because in their hearts, they have already failed.
The Confucian Swordsman and the Zizhu layman are both over sixty years old. With their age and experience, there is no way that young people can say "Even if I know that I am far inferior to you, but I don't fight to see who can determine the outcome."
” mentality.
The move He Yangxin used to kill Ma Tayun and Tang Ling had also killed the fighting spirit of Xie and Meng.
But... they finally took action.
Maybe they were thinking: Even if they couldn't win, they could at least save Qiu Baqi's life within this move.
Or maybe, they just wanted to sacrifice their lives to help Qiu Baqi kill that scum Tu Ji.
It's also possible that their thoughts are similar to Fang Jin's... Rather than letting them live in a world dominated by Japanese people, they might as well fight to the death, and even if they die, it will be over.
No one knows what they really think, as I said...not even themselves.
Of course, those are no longer important.
There are some things that you don’t need to think too clearly; all you need to do in your life is to have a clear conscience.
For a swordsman, death is not terrible. What is terrible is that when he should take action... he does not even have the courage to swing the sword.
buzzing
A second later, the strange cry of the blunt sword sounded again.
This also means... He Yang Shinci has made another move.
"The Legend of the Supreme Sword Style·Mystery·Shuangyan Returns!"
This time, Heyang Shinji drew his sword at the same moment when he announced the name of the move. Judging from his eyes and tone, this was also his most serious move so far.
Xie Xiuwen's Xie family's swordsmanship and Meng He's Thirteen Purple Bamboo Swordsmanship are both top-notch swordsmanship in today's Central Plains martial arts. Their combined deep internal strength of more than a hundred years is also unquestionable hard power.
Even though He Yang Shinci's martial arts skills were far superior to anyone present, he still had to devote all his attention to dealing with the combined attacks of these two top martial arts powers in the Central Plains.
However, he saw that he had gathered all his inner strength, and his entire body was bursting with fighting spirit. His posture was as steady as a mountain peak.
However, the blunt sword in his hand seemed extremely light at this moment, as light as an ear of wheat.
ping ping
Two quick blasts, as fast as lightning.
Two quick shadows turned into sword light.
The extremely powerful skills and the most wonderful sword moves are intertwined in the cold wind.
And there is only one winner...
"Ahem... uh..." When Meng He vomited blood and fell to the ground, his eyes did not look at He Yang Shinci, but at Xie Xiuwen, who fell to the ground before him.
The two of them are old rivals.
As two outstanding swordsmen of the same generation, they are naturally often compared by others; over the past few decades, the two have fought three times, but both times were indifferent.
Unexpectedly, at this time, here... in this desperate situation, they would actually differentiate themselves.
The two of them attacked the same opponent at the same time. In the end, Xie Xiuwen had half of his neck cut off, while Meng He dodged half way and had his throat slit.
Although the difference is not big in terms of results, for them... this kind of difference is enough.
Before they died, the two people's eyes met, burying thousands of words in silence.
No regrets in life, no regrets in death.
With this realization, two more peerless swordsmen fell in a pool of blood.
At the same time, Qiu Baqi's sword had also pierced Tu Ji's heart.
but……
"Hehehe..." Tu Ji's sinister laughter was like a death knell ringing in Qiu Baqi's ears, "What a Tianzong Sword... this swordsmanship is really unavoidable..."
"You... actually..." At this moment, Qiu Baqi's mouth was pouring out blood.
It turned out that when he stabbed Tu Ji, he was also hit in the heart by the opponent's "Wild Tiger Heart Devouring" move; and the internal injuries caused by this palm were undoubtedly devastating...
"It's a pity... Although your swordsmanship is excellent, your brain is not very good." Tu Ji mocked, "You don't even think about it? With my martial arts, how could I still fight when I know you are going to fight me desperately?"
Standing still and defending against you?" As he spoke, he also lowered his head and glanced at his "wound". There... not even a drop of blood flowed there, "Haha... this 'Golden Silk Armor',
It is a priceless treasure that can withstand all kinds of sharp weapons in the world; I spent two stunning concubines and a whole car full of expensive calligraphy and paintings in exchange for it, but now it seems...it is quite worth it."
Bang!
Just when Tu Ji was proud, another change occurred.
Feng Meiyu, who had been looking for an opportunity to take out the phone, suddenly stepped out from behind Qiu Baqi and slapped the latter on the back.
At that first moment, Tu Ji thought that Feng Meiyu, like him, had decided to switch sides and join He Yang Shinci.
But what he didn't expect was...
After a breath, the tip of the sword in Qiu Baqi's hand... suddenly thrust forward again, piercing the golden silk armor and piercing Tu Ji's heart.
"Uh...ah!" Tu Ji screamed in shock, but it was already too late for him to pull back now...
"Master Qiu, I'm offended." Feng Meiyu said as she closed her palm.
Qiu Baqi, who fell down, had a relieved smile on his face. He coughed up blood and said with a smile, "Hahaha... What the hell... Thank you so much..."
He died before the last word "help" came out of his mouth.
For a person whose heart had been shattered, it was a miracle that he could hold on until Feng Meiyu's palm force passed through.
"No...I can't die...I..." Looking at Tu Ji on the ground, he was not as calm as Qiu Baqi. Until the moment before he died, he looked extremely painful and was talking nonsense almost hysterically.
.
He looked like a puppet controlled by desire (anti-harmony), watching the threads on his body being torn off one by one, and making a final struggle.
But his end was still death.
"Humph... I have to praise you." After a moment, He Yang Shinci glanced at Tu Ji's body with eyes as if he were looking at garbage, and then turned to Feng Meiyu and said, "Even a dog... can...
He is capable of killing him in front of me." He seemed to be a little angry, "Then... Master Feng Clan, you should have the corresponding awareness, right?"
"Ha..." Feng Meiyu showed a sad smile, "To be honest... I thought that I was the same person as Tu Ji; I was as ambitious as him, and I didn't care about the so-called benevolence, righteousness, and morality.
Everything I do is for myself; logically speaking, I should lead the White Plum Cult to seek refuge with you without hesitation. But...I cannot do such a thing."
As Feng Meiyu spoke, she turned around and faced He Yangxinci without fear: "Seeing Tu Ji's appearance when he died, I finally understood the difference between him and me..." She paused,
The face that was full of flesh due to morbid obesity still had a smile on it, "He is a dog and I am a human."
As she spoke, she had already gained enough luck and was ready to fight to the death.
"He Yang Shinji, your martial arts are indeed very high, maybe you are really invincible. But remember... not everyone will give in in the face of force and interests. We people in the world also have a rule that cannot be violated.
Boundary, I will never let you cross it even to the death!"
"Soga (that's it)... naruhodo (that's it)..." Heyang Shinci heard this and said coldly in his hometown dialect, and then continued in Central Plains dialect, "If that's the case... then I will step on it
Your corpses, please cross that line..."
buzzing
His blunt sword moved again.
For He Yang Shinji, killing a Phoenix does not require any moves, just a simple slash.
But this time he slashed with all his strength.
Because he was angry...
Although the words were sarcastic on the surface, He Yang Shinci was already furious in his heart.
For a person who considers himself invincible and wants to use force to make everyone surrender under his feet... he can laugh it off if he denies his strength, but it is unforgivable to deny his values.
He Yang Xinci had already made up his mind to use this angry sword to cut the shameless fat woman in front of him in two, and make her death as ugly as possible.
Unexpectedly... the moment his sword was swept out.
A stunning figure suddenly appeared!
Two rays of sword light brought out a cold and deep cry: "[Demon Current·Weeping Blood]."
