Yangyue

Chapter 96

On a certain night eight years ago, a young figure walked swiftly through the silent deep forest. The person who came was dressed in a black short suit, with a pair of young eyes exposed under the hood.

Ye Weizhen was on his way back to the temporary stronghold of their group. This group of knights were all reckless and righteous people. Half a month ago, they helped a group of martial arts fanatics in the town because of injustice. According to their missing person notice, that group of lunatics may seek revenge in the near future.

However, just as he walked around the birch forest in front of him, a strong smell of blood rushed to his face, but made him stop in his tracks, stunned and stunned.

Their temporary stronghold is behind this birch forest. It is just a long-abandoned mountain village, but it is spacious enough and hidden, so it has not been discovered all this time.

But at this moment, the orderly birch forest seemed to have encountered a terrifying thunderstorm. Large areas of tree trunks were cut by sharp knives and collapsed in disorder. Most of the mountain village was also destroyed, and there were rubble and ruins everywhere.

However, there are more corpses, dozens of corpses, their death conditions are horrific, most of them have open skin, exposing the underlying meridians and blood vessels, as if bursting from the inside out, and there is no complete part of the body.

Ye Weizhen's heart was shaken, and he hurried to the gate of the mountain village, but he stepped on the bloody water mixed with pieces of meat all over the ground.

All the brothers in the mountain village went out to drink and have fun in the town this morning, leaving Fang Wuzhu alone to practice martial arts in the mountain village. If the enemy happens to attack at this time, Fang Wuzhu may be at a disadvantage.

From a distance, Ye Weizhen saw a figure sitting on the ruins of the thatched hut, and he was shocked that it was Fang Wuzhu's back.

Ye Weizhen shouted loudly: "No Bamboo!"

He lightly landed under the ruins, the toe of his shoe kicked something suddenly, he looked down and saw that it was the folding fan that Fang Wuzhu always carried with him.The fan surface and fan bones of the folding fan were cracked inch by inch, almost torn into pieces, soaked in blood.

The people on the ruins turned around, and Fang Wuzhu was wearing black clothes like ink, with blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, and blood from his nose was all over the crowd, but he was smiling wildly.

Fang Wuzhu jumped down from the ruins, flicked his sleeves, and strode up to Ye Weizhen. He had a cold iron-colored rusty sword pinned to his waist. The sword was not out of its sheath, so it was obviously never used.

Fang Wuzhu: "Weizhen, Taohua has been realized by me."

Taohua fan method and Luxue sword method are rare martial arts that Fang Wuzhu has devoted himself to creating and practicing in the past few years. With the blessing of Jiang Yi's "The Cold of Ten Thousand Colds" forged by relying on "Weapon Wuwei Lu" , Luxue's sword technique has been roughly formed, but only this Taohua fan technique, Fang Wuzhu has always encountered a bottleneck, and has been unable to break through for a long time.

Looking at the almost frightening light in his friend's eyes, Ye Weizhen's heart became more and more heavy like falling into the deep sea. Fang Wuzhu has gone further and further on the road of pursuing the ultimate martial arts. He is too crazy and too desperate. , no one can tie him down.

Ye Weizhen said in a deep voice, "Who are these people?"

"That group of minions a while ago."

"You killed them all?"

"Yes, they all died in my search for flowers." At this time, Fang Wuzhu was only in his 20s, his handsome eyebrows were trapped by madness, and the lingering blood was lingering around him, "Although the fan is broken Yes, but do something else."

Ye Weizhen remained silent, looking at the broken white folding fan with no words or pictures, he felt more and more uneasy somewhere in his heart.

Fang Wuzhu looked at him fixedly: "I have made a breakthrough in martial arts, aren't you happy for me?"

"Of course I am happy."

Fang Wuzhu narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "But I don't think you are happy."

Ye Weizhen sighed softly: "I'm happy, but, what is the purpose of your training to such a level?"

Hearing this, Fang Wuzhu raised his head and laughed a few times. He wiped off the blood oozing from the corners of his lips due to the exhaustion of too much internal force in a short period of time and the excessive load on the meridians in his body, and said, "Weizhen, you won't be so short-sighted, right? ?”

He looked up at the gloomy sky above his head, and murmured: "There is also Huo Qiao, and Tian Shugang... There will be many masters in this martial arts... I will be more awe-inspiring than all of them."

Ye Weizhen frowned and said, "Are you determined to snatch Huo Qiao's Heaven's Guide? Huo Qiao's martial arts are not innumerable. Even if you have practiced Luxue and Taohua, you may not be [-]% sure that you can defeat him."

Fang Wuzhu: "That's why I have to get Tianzhu Gang."

Ye Weizhen has nothing more to say, he has never been able to persuade Fang Wuzhu to do what he wants to do, and he will try his best to help him.However, he only hopes that Fang Wuzhu can remember that he only has a mortal body of flesh and blood, even if he is as strong as a servant, he is not immortal, let alone be invincible forever.

Fang Wuzhu is too used to victory, used to controlling the power of life and death of others, used to being feared and admired by others, but if one day in the future, he loses, what will he be like?

Zhao Shiling gritted his teeth profusely with sweat, and used his internal force to seal the severed limb he had cut off by Henry Zhang. He grabbed the surrounding weeds vigorously with both hands, and his fingers left shocking finger marks on the snow.

He just wanted to run away now, from the person behind him.

A long sword glowing with silver light suddenly plunged into the snow in front of him. Henry Zhang lifted Zhao Shiling from the ground and threw it on the ground beside the carriage. With a turn of the knife tip, it stopped halfway from his throat. inch.

Zhao Shiling's body trembled, but he had always claimed to be a well-known master in the martial arts list, how could he show his timidity in front of a young man like Henry Zhang who didn't know how much younger than him?

He forced himself to look up, but was pierced by the murderous intent in Henry Zhangyue's eyes, so that he seemed to experience death for a moment.

Henry Zhang: "Why do you want to hinder me?"

"... Huo Qiao, it's Huo Qiao..." Zhao Shiling was sweating like a waterfall from the fear and pain, and the tip of his quivering throat had already been cut into thin bloodstains by the blade, "He planted Gu poison on me and Zhou Feiyan, If... If you don't listen to him, I will die without a place to die!"

Xiao Yangyue slashed the blade, cut open Zhao Shiling's clothes, and looked at a blue and black sarcoma printed on his chest. Several lines like stems and leaves had grown around the sarcoma, leaning against his body like a living thing alive with blood.

Xiao Yangyue only glanced lightly, then turned back to the carriage and asked in a low voice: "Dong Zhitao, how long will it take to finish?"

"There are still two quarters of an hour before the needle can be inserted." Dong Zhitao said urgently, "It's just the last time, the meridians that have not healed in the previous few times must be healed at this moment, fearing that something will happen, Lord Xiao, please do your best to protect us. "

Needless to say Dong Zhitao, Henry Zhang will do the same.

Henry Zhang looked down at Zhao Shiling again, and asked, "Has he ever fed you the golden snake fetus medicine?"

Zhao Shiling's eyes widened slowly, with a strange look on his face for a moment, he seemed to suddenly understand what Henry Zhang wanted to do, his face turned pale in an instant, and he muttered: "No...no..."

Henry Zhang's palm slowly condensed into a wave of internal force, enough to easily penetrate a person's bones and flesh in an instant.

Fang Wuzhu's treatment is not over yet, as Dong Zhitao said, there may be some changes, the golden snake fetus is beneficial to Fang Wuzhu's treatment, if Huo Qiao planted a golden snake fetus in Zhao Shiling like he did to You Jinlin, Then Henry Zhang has no reason to give up.

At the moment when Xiao Yangyue's palm was about to fall, the scene in front of her was distorted for a moment, and the surrounding white snow turned into flying yellow sand in an instant.

This eerie scene only lasted for a moment, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the original snowfall scene was restored.

Henry Zhang was surprised for a moment, and the brows quickly became a little more vigilant and thoughtful.

He put away his internal strength and leaned tightly against the sedan chair behind him. Zhao Shiling was still trembling on the ground as before, and Dong Zhitao in the car was not unusual either. It seemed that he was the only one who noticed the mirage at that moment.

This is not the first time Henry Zhang saw such a mirage, he also experienced the same mirage at the top of Jieziling Mountain.

Xiao Yangyue let out a breath slowly, observing the wind and grass around her intently, the sun will rise soon, but the snow is still falling, and it is not yet deep winter, so there will be no such heavy snow, this snow has been falling for so long, It is also very strange.

At this moment, a dark wind suddenly blew from the bottom of the cliff, and the surrounding white snow was blown everywhere. The moment it touched the wind, it turned into white steam in an instant.

Henry Zhang was startled in his heart, he turned his head and clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand with his fingers.

This breath made him feel terrified and nauseated at the same time, as if it condensed thousands of evils and insidiousness, it was terrifying and powerful, and made him feel dense discomfort all over his body, as if his throat was pinched tightly, and he was even a little out of breath angry.

He had felt this breath in the bamboo forest of Mustard Ridge before!

The cloudy wind suddenly became stronger, blowing on the human skin as if stabbed with pain, Henry Zhang raised his sleeves to cover it, closed his eyes, and only reached out to stick to the carriage behind him, but when he opened his eyes again , the surrounding scene turned into yellow sand again.

The snowflakes falling on the sword on his shoulder turned into coarse grains of sand, the rolling hills also turned into undulating sand dunes, and the sun that should have not yet risen turned into a scorching sun hanging above his head.

Henry Zhang once tasted the horror of the illusion at the top of Jieziling Mountain. Everything in the illusion is immersive, making people unable to distinguish between true and false. In it, they are clearly sober, but they cannot easily get out .

It can affect people's mind and spirit to such an extent that there is no other possibility except the witchcraft that Huo Qiao is good at. Huo Qiao is probably nearby.

The enemy is in the dark, he is in the light, Henry Zhang also knows that even if he tries his best to shed the last drop of blood, he will not be Huo Qiao's opponent, but he will not back down.

Henry Zhang's hand was still attached to the carriage behind him, he turned his head, and the carriage behind him also changed according to the illusion around him, the old carriage turned into a luxurious sedan chair decorated with colorful tassels, which was in harmony with the surrounding The yellow sand contrasted with each other, forming a familiar scene in Henry Zhang's memory.

This was the sedan chair he sat in as a disguise when he assassinated Khan Basbeile of the Lenge tribe. The wind lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, revealing the appearance of the person in the sedan chair, none other than himself.

The person in the sedan chair suddenly broke out of the sedan chair, but the face exactly the same as Henry Zhangyue was slightly distorted, and the facial features were sometimes blurred and sometimes clear, holding Henry Zhangyue's old sword in his hand, and collided with Henry Zhangyue .

The strength of receiving the sword is no small matter, the person in front of him also has the same martial arts as himself, but Xiao Yangyue's martial arts are now much higher than himself at that time, and soon he nailed the opponent's sword to the ground with force, and the moon sword pierced through the chest , Blood splattered several feet.

Blood flowed from the mouth of "Henry Henry" on the ground, and his dying appearance in a female skirt was still thrilling, but he still smiled, reached out and grabbed Henry Zhang's sword, and his palm was also pierced.

The faces of the people in the illusion gradually became illusory, and several familiar faces of Henry Zhang appeared on this face, Fang Wuzhu, Master, Dong Zhitao... Finally, they were still fixed on his own face.

"I know what you're afraid of." He whispered hoarsely, "You can't...you can't save him..."

There was another erratic change in his face, his body was devoid of flesh and blood, and a wisp of ghost floated in front of Henry Zhang, and his face slowly turned into a woman, who was the one who was arrested when he was in the Huainan Chamorro religion case. He saw through the female priests who were captured alive.

She suddenly approached Henry Zhang, her eyes were about to split open, her eyes were scarlet, and she spit out the same curse words as at that time: "Xiao Yangyue, you will die... you will die in the future, and there will be no bones left ! You can’t ask for anything you want in eternity!”

The yellow sand and the ghost disappeared in an instant, Henry Zhang opened his eyes suddenly, he was still on the top of the snow-falling Zuiqi Mountain, and his hands were still on the sedan chair, but the roaring words of the ghost seemed to still echo in him ear.

A stream of warm blood oozes from his nose, Henry Zhang wipes it with his hand, and forcibly breaks the illusion, which still affects the internal force in his body.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from somewhere behind Xiao Yangyue, the voice was engulfed by the still raging wind, like an evil ghost crawling out of the depths of hell, it was hard to tell whether it was old or young.

"Lord of the Duckweed Pavilion, although you have long been famous in the martial arts world, you are nothing more than that. You are no different from any ants I have killed before." A figure stood quietly behind the wind and snow, the voice was indeed Confused, "From the moment Fang Wuzhu shrinks from you, he no longer deserves to be called my opponent."

Henry Zhang's palms trembled slightly, and he held his breath for a while.

He knows who is behind him.

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