after the villain

75.

"..." Yan Guitian closed his eyes, and spit out four words as if he was discouraged: "...I dare not."

Yan Nanxing suddenly laughed wildly like a villain, "Don't kneel down for me!"

However, before he finished speaking, his high arrogance was extinguished by Yan Jingyu's knife.

Yan Jingyu's moves have always been very fierce, but his concealment skills are extremely high. He obviously has a depressing face, but it is difficult for people to notice.But with those two short sentences, Yan Jingyu had already quietly approached him, and seized the best opportunity for him to get carried away without hesitation to strike.

The dagger with an ominous black luster went straight to Yan Nanxing's eyes.

Yan Nanxing hurriedly leaned back to avoid it, his steps were messy and his figure was quite embarrassed. Yan Jingyu wanted to take advantage of the victory and pursue him, but a sense of crisis suddenly rose in his heart. Almost the moment he paused, a strong smell of blood emerged in the air.

"Little brother!" Yan Guitian's eyes widened.

Blood Prism pierced the stupid Yan Jingyu in the same way, but there was no expected blood splatter, only the figure was blown away by the stench.

The boy's figure appeared half a foot away, only one step away from falling off the ring.

"Hey ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah it is Yan Nanxing who is chiseled by the doctors of previous generations.

The eyelids were cut open, and the blood gushed out from the cracks of the fingers belatedly, winding along the wrist. Yan Nanxing was completely enraged, and his mouth was wheezing for a long time, like a broken bellows. I don't know if it came from the nose or from the throat.

He was so angry that his voice was distorted, "Kill him! Kill him! Tian'er, before you catch this patricide, you will be executed on the spot!"

Yan Jingyu raised the knife dully, the short knife seemed to know what its master was thinking, and made a provocative whine.

Yan Guitian didn't move, he called out in a low voice, "Father."

"Father once taught me that people who practice martial arts should walk upright and sit upright, be upright and fearless, and not fear life and death. In troubled times, you will use your sword to protect one side; The biggest one is the peace of the country and the people.”

Yan Guitian's words made Yan Nanxing dazzle for a moment, as if the vivid past appeared in front of his eyes last night.

"Father, when did you start to change?"

I don't know when, my father's smile became fake, and he was good at playing tricks and tricks. When he mentioned Yan Nanxing outside, he called him a hypocrite behind his back; His eyes became colder and colder; at some point, the atmosphere at home became silent, and the mansion was built more and more beautifully, but he could no longer feel the sincerity.

At the beginning, Yan Guitian only thought that his father's hypocrisy was just a necessary etiquette for adults, and that he didn't practice swords with him, and his dissatisfaction with him was just that he was not good enough, and the quiet atmosphere at home was due to the disappearance of his younger brother.

So Yan Guitian tried his best to socialize with others, redoubled his efforts in martial arts, and tried his best to find his younger brother.

However, all efforts were ineffective, and the situation became worse and worse.

The mother, who had always been generous and never cared about anything, suddenly broke out in daily quarrels with his father. The younger brother was sent away after staying at home for less than a few months. Afterwards, his father began to retreat and stopped watching him practice swords.

Yan Guitian rationalized all of Yan Nanxing's behaviors, and never imagined that the real problem might not be them, but his father.

Yan Guitian murmured, "Why can't I do what you taught me?"

why?In Yan Nanxing's complicated eyes, Yan Guitian understood the answer.

He turned his head away in embarrassment.

The letter to Yan Jingyu is the key to the truth, and the Blood Demon Art is a thin veil before the truth.

Yan Guitian didn't dare to stretch out his hands to uncover him, he was afraid, afraid that the inside would be corrupt, filthy, filthy... jealousy.

Yan Nanxing's dissatisfaction has always been obvious, and they are turning a blind eye.

Yan Guitian took a deep breath, his hands trembling for Renren, and his voice was still choked up, "...Father, my boy is the leader of the martial arts alliance, and I take it as my duty to set things right. All the seniors have sworn."

"Father, I'm sorry." Yan Guitian finally pulled out the temporary saber from his waist.

"Nizi!" Yan Nanxing's rage caused a bloody curtain to rise into the sky, and countless blood slits condensed out, showing the potential to destroy the world.

"This, this..." All the martial arts knights took a step back in shock.

As soon as they retreated, Ji Wuming, who hadn't moved much, suddenly stood up suddenly, and the strong fishy smell forced people to hold their breath uncomfortably. In this bloody smell, he became more and more insane.

There seems to be a voice saying, "I want to dedicate my blood to Empress Rakshasa, become a vassal of Empress, get supreme honor, and show my loyalty to Empress."

There was also a disciple who couldn't cultivate enough to let out a roar, like madness, he picked up a weapon and aimed at his wrist and cut it off forcefully, the blood melted into the blood curtain, turned into a long thorn and pierced into the person's body, Greedy want to suck their blood dry.

"Junior sister!" Fairy Ming had quick eyesight and quick hands, but the crazy little junior sister was so strong that she almost couldn't catch her.

"Knock her out."

Fairy Ming subconsciously followed what her master said, and slashed the back of the junior sister's neck with a knife, and saw that the younger junior sister trembled all over, and then passed out.

Fairy Ming quickly caught her limp body.

The low and deep Sanskrit voice suddenly broke into everyone's ears under the pressure of internal force, and the noisy and disturbed hearts were soothed for a moment.

Master Hui Lin recited the Buddha's name, "Concentrate and hold your breath, don't be fooled by falsehood."

Ji Wuming suddenly smelled a familiar scent in the strong smell of blood. The scent was perfectly integrated into the smell of blood, and no one noticed it for a while.

Ji Wuming covered his mouth and nose, his lips curled up uncontrollably.

The fish finally couldn't sit still and took the bait.

"Little brother, be careful." Yan Guitian saw all the changes in his eyes, and his expression became more serious.

Yan Jingyu nodded, seeing that Yan Nanxing's eyes were covered with blood, making people have to squint his eyes, so he was about to take advantage of his illness to kill him.

The moment he was about to pop out, he stopped.

Following the inexplicable intuition in his heart, he turned back to look for Ji Wuming

Behind Ji Wuming, suddenly appeared a strange woman with blond hair and blue eyes with extremely high cheekbones.

At this time, she was stretching out her hand in astonishment, and she was about to put it on Ah Man's back.

"Ah—" Ah Man!

Yan Jingyu immediately turned around and dived down.

Ji Wuming grabbed the hand suddenly, turned around, and it was indeed the Chi Luochan he had been looking for.

Chi Luochan opened his mouth, and what he uttered was Da Cheng Guoyu.

Ji Wuming understood, it was "Gie Puyan!".

When Ji Wuming heard his mother's name, he was even more vicious. He pulled out the Buddha knife with his backhand and forced her to go straight to the door.

Chi Luochan came to his senses after seeing the knife in his hand, "You're not Ge Puyan, because she couldn't even hold the knife steadily until the moment she died."

Gee Puyan doesn't know how to use a knife, or she doesn't know how to use a knife, whether it's a knife, gun, sword, halberd or axe, knife and fork, Gee Puyan doesn't know how to use it.She is good at the corpse control technique of Miao Village in Xiangcheng.

However, she has never worked hard in learning things, and muddling along, even the corpse control technique has never reached the top level. After leaving the Miao Village, she has not worked hard to practice martial arts. Despite Ji Zhenghan's objection, she insisted on having children and caused physical damage. For many years, she has been cultivating her body and mind.

In the past, he could barely be called a master of voice, but by then it was no longer popular.

"She picked up Ji Zhenghan's knife, and I gave her a chance to kill me." But Chi Luochan said so.

Ji Wuming and Lin Yuezhi dug in the yellow sand in Mobei for a full ten days, but failed to find the whole body. They only found traces of using corpse powder in the yellow sand.

At first they firmly did not believe that Ji Zhenghan and Ge Puyan died just like that, and died in the yellow sand all over the sky with no bones left.

But all the evidence they found later forced them to believe it.

And it wasn't until this moment that Ji Wuming knew that his mother was actually holding his father's knife before he died.

"... Chi Luochan, I want to kill you."

Anger is calm at the end, even the Gu worms that have been rioting in the body for a long time are extremely quiet at this moment.

Ji Wuming swung the Buddha knife slowly, and the internal force that blocked and squeezed Chi Luochan violently rose up, but it showed his true state of mind.

Those beautiful peach eyes were red.

Yan Jingyu was almost close to Ji Wuming, but he was thrown away by his sudden surge of internal force. If he hadn't moved swiftly to stop him with a horizontal knife, he might have been accidentally injured.

Yan Jingyu loosened his numb palms, and the hilt of the short knife with five fingerprints on it fell to the ground with a clatter, and the last remaining blade was broken.

The tiger's mouth was torn apart in pain, and the hand hanging by his side trembled uncontrollably—and this was not Ji Wuming's peak strength.

Man, I can win.

Yan Jingyu clenched the dagger tightly.

It wasn't just Yan Jingyu who was thrown out, the weaker ones spurted blood directly. Gu Cong was lucky because he had Gu Lianshu's internal body protection. Although he didn't know how to use it, in times of crisis, his sense of survival naturally will be actively stimulated.

Even so, he could not stand still for the first time.

In just two breaths, Ji Wuming and Chi Luochan have already made a hundred moves.

Chi Luochan instantly recognized her master through this calm and unique internal force.

Chi Luochan took two steps back, looked at Ji Wuming's unbridled sarcasm, and purposely shouted in Da Zhou dialect, "Ji Man, it's you!"

"So what if it's me?" Ji Wuming didn't have the slightest feeling of his identity being exposed.

Not to mention that no one can match "Ji Man is Ji Wuming", what if they know that he is Ji Wuming?

On Endless Cliff, he was seriously injured and dying alone. He dared to face the eight sects and eleven sects alone. Now that Yan Jingyu and Lin Yuezhi are still there, there are only a few of them in the martial arts world. All of them are just a handful of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, so they might not be able to win.

Not to mention, there are Bai Weiyu, who is not a big deal when watching the excitement, and Master Hui Lin, who yearns for peace.

"The one who died today will only be you Chi Luochan." The light in Ji Wuming's eyes was fleeting.

Chi Luochan frowned, took the time to raise her head, and immediately felt that everyone was an enemy.

"Sunken boat!" Chi Luochan shouted in displeasure under everyone's astonished gaze, "Shoot!"

The author has something to say: the ending is really a constant overthrow and rewrite, overthrow and rewrite...