With the help of the devil, we will sort out the righteous path of Jiangnan. Those things that are difficult to conquer, such as the Zhuangyan Temple and the Jingxin Temple, will all be removed.
At the same time, with the help of the righteous way, these madmen of the evil way will be dealt with, thus reducing the pressure on the Xuantian Sect.
In return, Xuantian Church completely withdrew from Jiangnan, and Jinyiwei took over, unifying the entire Jiangnan as a descendant of Emperor Qin Yu's family, and thereafter serving as the foundation for the emperor's grandson who descended from the sky.
This is Qiao Shifang's plan. From a logical point of view, there seems to be no problem. The Xuantian Sect and him are mutually beneficial and reciprocal. The righteous martial arts undercovers are rampant. The most important thing is that the voices in the Jinyiwei have been unified by him.
The only thing that he didn't expect was the sudden death of Huangfu Xiaoyuan.
If he says he feels sorry for the beauty, he is really looking down on him. From a basic point of view, he must have plans to get rid of her. After all, he is a ruthless man who can kill everyone in Wan Dao Sect with just two axes.
It's hard to imagine that she would be willing to be controlled by Qin Yu, or rather Jin Yiwei.
But no matter what, she can't die at this juncture. Firstly, if the morale of the righteous path is exhausted and the demonic path is swept away, it will be difficult for Xuantian Sect to explain, and secondly -
If Huangfu Yushu hadn't been suppressed by Huangfu Xiaoyuan, he would have revealed his true colors very quickly. Qiao Shifang never believed in the perfect appearance of this person.
There is no saint in the world, and there will never be a saint, let alone one in the world. Based on this argument, and then reverse everything that Huangfu Yushu did, he was too perfect, just like a writer in the historian's writing.
, just because it is too perfect, it seems unreal.
However, I am afraid that even Qiao Shifang himself did not expect that without Huangfu Xiaoyuan, the transformation speed of Huangfu Yushu would be so fast, far beyond everyone's imagination.
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"Ling Yun, from now on, the Huangfu family will be handed over to you."
What Huangfu Yushu said to Huangfu Lingyun was as tragic as risking his own life, at least that's what the person involved felt.
It was rare for Huangfu Lingyun not to be overwhelmed by his father's majesty. His eyes turned red, he bowed his head to the bottom and solemnly said: "Father, take care!"
After leaving, no one knows whether they can come back alive. The evil path is powerful and everyone in the righteous path is born to die, so Huangfu Lingyun will not pay too much attention to why his father is dressed like this today.
No longer a monotonous green and white gown, Huangfu Yushu tonight changed into a dazzling black and gold water-patterned silk robe, wearing a small pearl-green crown overflowing with gleaming light, and a dark flying flower palace ribbon tied around his waist.
Fish and dragon inlaid beaded hat-toed shoes.
Even the sword in his hand was replaced by the top-quality sword of Sword Making Villa - Qionglou.
This sword is of the highest quality in terms of workmanship and materials. The most eye-catching thing about it is its luxurious exterior decoration, which is why it is named Qionglou.
Considering the background of Huangfu's family, Huangfu Yushu's attire is just as he should be. It's just that he usually presents himself as a Confucian scholar, so this is the first time he is so flamboyant.
Huangfu Yushu looked at his son, as if he wanted to say something, but the sound of the devil's killing came noisily, so he had to give up.
I turned back and glanced in the direction of the mourning hall from a distance. I saw a beautiful woman in fluttering white clothes and a picturesque smile. I didn't know that it was really a dream.
"Let's go."
A thrilling color flashed across Huangfu Yushu's two boys. He held the sword behind his back and stepped forward, flying towards the demonic crowd like a meteor.
The heroes of the righteous path followed closely behind, and the two groups of men and horses collided together. The sound of fighting shook the heaven and the earth, and it seemed that there was only one color left in the world, and its name was evil.
Sanliu Swordsman and Tian Mingshou immediately approached Huangfu Yushu. One of them had a personal vendetta, and the other claimed to be the leader of the demonic path. They all wanted to fight for the heart of the righteous master.
"Young Master Yin, this is the enmity between us and Huangfu Yushu, please step back." Liu Da said in a deep voice.
"What a joke," Yin Zhixie sneered: "When did I become your subordinate and have to be dispatched by you? Ha!"
Liu San stopped talking nonsense and pointed his sword at Yin Zhixie: "Tian Mingshou, let me ask you one more question, will you retreat or not?"
"So what if you don't retreat?" Yin Zhixie laughed wildly: "I have long been dissatisfied with your virtues. Since you are like this, I will have a fight first. Who can survive and then fight with that Huangfu Yushu!"
"I'm afraid you won't make it!"
Liu Er and Liu San drew their swords and were about to strike, but were stopped by Liu Da. Yin Zhixie's hands were also dyed blue and white, and the chill from the Tianming Jue enveloped his whole body.
"No need to fight, let's come together."
Unexpectedly, Huangfu Yushu actually turned out to be a good person for once, but what he said was really arrogant. Before Yin Zhixie could sarcastically say a few words, he drew his sword and went forward.
Huangfu's Yushu Sword flew around, and with a return wind blowing willow, he easily cut a corner of Yin Zhixie's robe. He was so angry that he became angry, and the folding fan in his hand whirled, and like a swallow bird, it drew an arc in the air, flying Crash on the Qiong Tower.
Yin Zhixie took a few steps and pushed with his palms, and the extremely cold internal energy turned into a ball of blue mist and spurted out violently.
Huangfu Yushu flipped the sword in his hand, and the inner energy condensed into a sword and attached to the sword body, stirring the green mist into a spiral shape and rising to the sky in one fell swoop.
"Mr. Huangfu, why should you be so precious about your broom? You have been waiting for the three swords of heaven for a long time, and you still haven't used them to open our eyes!"
Yin Zhixie's palms were like dragons coming out of the sea, and he attacked Huangfu's jade book. The flesh and blood body bombarded the sword, making the sound of gold and stone colliding.
"as you wish."
Huangfu Yushu pointed his sword at the full moon in the distance, all the sharpness in his body was dissipated, and he slashed down with one move. The sword's light was like the spring breeze blowing through the willows, and it was soft and almost powerless.
"This sword is called compassion."
Huangfu Yushu forced Yin Zhixie to retreat with a sword. The latter was just like Qiao Shifang before, with a look of disbelief and astonishment on his face, followed by the shame and anger of being fooled.
Huangfu Yushu didn't care about the other party's anger at all. He changed his sword moves again, and the chaotic sword energy came out like raindrops, but was shattered by Yin Zhixie's palm.
He was not annoyed, nodded gently and said: "This sword is called Jian."
"Pretending to be a ghost!"
Yin Zhixie was furious and struck out several times with his palms. Huangfu's jade-sleeved robe turned around and slapped him away like a joke. His sword energy condensed and thousands of bright sword lights swept out.
"With this sword, I dare not lead the world."
"Those who are seeking fame and reputation, please remember in your next life not to take advantage of me in front of me!"
Yin Zhixie smacked his left palm down, and the cold palm force blasted the sword light into pieces. He immediately raised his right hand and aimed a palm at the Huangfu Jade Book.
The internal force turned into a physical palm print, tearing through the strong wind, and roared towards the Huangfu Jade Book.
"Ah."
A faint sneer came from Huangfu Yushu's mouth. At some point, purple-black lines began to spread from behind his ears to his eyes. His eyes, as deep as the night sky, were stained little by little. Crazy colors.
Like a drop of ink falling into the clear water, Huangfu Yushu's almost holy sword style suddenly emerged with a wreckage as dark as red flames, twisted like a flying snake, and sharp as a wolf's fang.
The huge palm that Yin Wushuang blasted turned into dust, and then he twisted the right arm of the palm.
In an instant, Yin Wushuang's right arm turned into countless pieces of meat.
"Woo!"
Holding back the painful cry of embarrassment, Yin Wushuang covered his broken arm, stared at Huangfu Yushu in shock and anger, gritted his teeth and said: "Not the Three Swords of Heaven?! What kind of evil sword move are you doing!"
"well."
That sigh seemed to lament the ignorance of the world. The side of Huangfu Yushu's right eye had been infected by the strange lines. When he spoke, he no longer looked like an upright gentleman. Instead, he looked like -
Like a demon.
"Everyone in the world is ignorant. Now that I see it, it is true. You have never doubted that if the Three Swords of Heaven are really the supreme martial arts, why have you never seen Wudang practice it yourself? Our ancestors have created such a foundation for the Huangfu family in just a few years.
How can you rely on other people's skills?" Huangfu Yushu sighed and shook his head.
"You, your trump card, isn't it the Three Swords of Heaven?!" Yin Wushuang's tone became sharp.
"No, you are wrong, these are the real Three Swords of Heaven."
"The ancestors used this sword technique to dominate the world. It's a pity that later generations don't understand its meaning, and they don't think about it. If the ancestors had really read the Taoist classics and practiced the righteous body and mind, how could Wudang be possible?
Kick him out with some baseless excuses."
"Magic power..." Yin Zhixie said bitterly, grinding his teeth.
"My ancestors have not made any progress in ten years of practice. After practicing this sword for only three years, they can conquer the world. How can they be just famous?"
Huangfu Yushu stood with his sword in hand and said with a slight smile: "The three swords of heaven are originally magic arts."
While talking and laughing, the brilliance on the sword is like an evil ghost coming to the world. With one move, both good and evil will become dead souls.