Outside Castlevania.
Thirteen small axes fell from the air and hit the dragon sedan next to it.
The area around the dragon sedan has become nothingness.
All the disciples of Qingmingyuan of Shanglin Tiangong were lying in a pool of blood. Only Mr. Long, the leader, was still standing there, but his clothes were torn and his body was covered with blood marks.
Wang Ruoxu, the head of the Wang family, threw the Suzaku bow in his hand on the ground and scolded in a low voice: "I have never had such a fight before."
Lu Tianxing, who was standing next to him, spat blood on the ground: "This is not a fight, this is a war."
"How does it compare to what you saw on the coast of the South China Sea?" Wang Ruoxu asked Dongfang Yunwo beside him.
Dongfang Yun inserted the spear into the ground and sneered: "If it had been back then, all of us would have been lying on the ground right now."
"Is this the Sword Immortal?" The man in green sat on the ground, looking at the red figure who was still standing.
For a whole day and night, this red-clothed swordsman, who looked rather weak just by his appearance, had fired countless swords, and every sword blocked their charge. But after the first night, the red-clothed swordsman no longer
They took the initiative to draw their swords and adopted a defensive posture. Only when they charged forward would they slowly swing out their swords.
At first they thought Jimo Huaxue was tired. After all, they were outnumbered, but after trying again and again, they realized that they were getting tired first, and Jimo Huaxue seemed to always be able to swing the next sword.
Jimo Huaxue not only has superb swordsmanship, but also seems to know how to fight.
"You have actually had the chance to pass through my sword a long time ago. All you have to do is sacrifice one of your lives." Jimo Huaxue looked at the leaders of the four major families in front of him and said lightly, "But none of you are willing to do it.
This person, so you can't cross my sword, so you! This time, you will be defeated."
The three heads of the family were all silent. Only the man in green smiled and said, "This business is not worth it."
"So interests can never bring victory." Jimo Huaxue said calmly.
"What can I do?" Qingyi Lang asked.
"Justice." Jimo Huaxue replied simply.
Qingyi Lang was startled. His subconscious reaction was to laugh. The only remaining swordsman in the world, the Lord of Jimo Sword City, would actually say such childish words as "Justice can bring victory." The laughter had just begun.
, but there was a chill in my heart.
This should be the consensus of the world.
But why did he find it funny when he heard it? And he is already one of the four major families who are trying to change?
The man in green said seriously: "This junior has learned a lesson."
"What are you waiting for here?" Jimo Huaxue glanced into the distance, "Are you waiting for him to die?"
Mr. Long is still standing, even though there is no one around him, and even though all his axes have been chopped into pieces, he is still standing.
In front of him, Mo Wen put his knife on the ground and stood upright.
Although both of them were exhausted.
"Mr. Long, although we have reached this moment, I still want to say something." Mo Wen sighed, "It's not worth it."
Mr. Long said solemnly: "There is no question of whether it is worth it or not, only if you don't regret it later."
"So, sir, do you regret it now?" Mo Wen asked.
"I've tried my best," Mr. Long replied.
"Sir, if you die in battle, Qingmingyuan will lose its momentum. In the future, Shanglin Tiangong and Qingmingyuan will lose their former glory." Mo Wen said slowly.
"Qingmingyuan has no glory. We are all people living in darkness." Mr. Long looked up at the sky, "I suddenly miss Su Han."
"Su Han? I heard that Mr. Long has always been at odds with Palace Master Su." Mo Wen was puzzled.
"Back then, Su Han wanted to dismantle Qingmingyuan. He said that our existence would no longer be needed in the world. But his father refused, so we survived until today." Mr. Long lowered his head, "Now that I think about it, maybe we won't exist.
Our world is the best."
"But it's a bit regretful that it ended in this way." Mo Wen sighed softly.
"I left an order before I came. If I die, Qingmingyuan will be disbanded." Mr. Long said solemnly.
"Why?" Mo Wen was stunned.
"Shanglin Tiangong will soon be in chaos, and this world will also be in chaos." Mr. Long took out a command arrow from his arms and threw it into the air, "But the era of our Qingmingyuan will end today."
Mo Wen pondered for a long time and said slowly: "Mr. Long has great righteousness in his heart."
"There is no righteousness, I just want to kill you." Mr. Long put his hands in his sleeves, "What a pity."
Mo Wen sighed, pulled out the knife on the ground, walked forward slowly, and after a moment of silence, he raised the golden knife.
The knife fell.
Heads fall.
Blood poured out.
Mr. Long's body is still standing.
Mo Wen turned around and walked towards Jimo Huaxue.
Jimo Huaxue put away her long sword and whispered: "The end you have been waiting for has arrived. Mr. Long, the leader of Qingmingyuan, is also a pitiful person. You are his allies, but everyone is waiting
He died to gain a reason to retreat.
The man in green stood up and patted the dust on his body: "It's embarrassing to say the least."
After a few jumps, Mo Wen came to Jimo Huaxue's side with a knife on his shoulder. He glanced at Dongfang Yunwo: "Do you still want to fight?"
Dongfang Yunga twirled the spear in his hand, turned around and said: "We have to fight after all, but it is no longer today."
"You have changed a lot over the years." Mo Wen said in a deep voice.
"You haven't changed at all." Dongfang Yun walked forward.
"I'm very disappointed that you have changed, and I'm glad that I haven't changed." Mo Wen said loudly.
"Live longer." Dongfang Yun put the spear on his shoulder and walked forward.
Mo Wen's pupils shrank slightly. Many years ago, the two of them were like this, one carrying a long knife and the other carrying a long spear, casually walking towards the battlefield, not as if they were going to kill someone, but as if they were going to have a drink.
It's a pity that days like this will never come back again.
"Let's go." Jimo Huaxue turned around and walked towards Castlevania.
"Let's go!" Mo Wen swung the long knife in his hand and shouted, "We have won!"
All the Nine Evils in Castlevania also retreated, and they followed Mo Wen and shouted in unison: "Victory!"
On top of the Castlevania wall, nearly a hundred people suddenly fell down, and they all followed Mo Wen and shouted in unison.
"Victory!"
Wang Ruoxu squinted his eyes and looked at the people above. Those people were once famous villains in the world, but they have disappeared for many years, but they did not expect to be hiding in the Castlevania. If they had taken action early, then
There is no chance of winning on my side.
"Mo Wen, he is truly an opponent worth remembering." Wang Ruoxu turned and left.
"Are you worthy of your opponent?" Qingyi Lang shrugged and left.
"Are you okay?" On the way back to the city, Mo asked Jimo Huaxue beside him.
Chapter completed!