What's wrong with my mother adding special effects to my wife?

Contrary to the orderliness and grandeur of the village, although Pantianyuan belongs to the back mountain of Lianyi, it has no guards and is deserted and vast.

He Cheng's setting the location here is a kind of silent indication - I hope that the terrain of Tianyuan is steep, steep and horizontal, and there is an owner but it seems that there is no owner. Hidden weapon agencies control the situation of the war, which is both a show of sincerity and a demonstration.

No matter how Xiao Fangdao plans, He Cheng will never be perfunctory in dealing with this battle.The leader's attitude was solemn, and the people below did not dare to have the contemptuous heart that watching the excitement is not a big deal.Naturally, none of the sects of the Wulin League was absent, and all knights and hermits who came here after hearing the news also brought their posts to visit, hoping that the number of people in Tianyuan would exceed any other major martial arts event in the past five years.

The crowd's sleeves turned into clouds, and their sleeves turned into clouds. Under the smoky atmosphere of the dense living people, the wind in the wasteland was a little less cold and more sticky and warm.

Xu Chuilu and Shui Lian politely declined Ye Yao's invitation, and stood with a group of remote and mixed warriors.This is also Shui Lian's decision - there are too many enemies of the Heartless Sect gathered in this place. If they are too conspicuous, it will not only be detrimental to their own safety, but may even affect Xiao Fangdao's mood.Although Xu Chuilu complied, she felt that Shui Lian was a little too nervous, and the surrounding guards were heavily guarded. If something happened at this time, not to mention Xiao Fangdao, Lianyi would not allow anyone to disrupt He Chengze's deployment, let alone the two masters who shocked the world. Who would be distracted by an inconspicuous disciple of the Ruthless Sect?

However, Shui Lian is still cautious: "No matter what happens, I hope Miss Xu will put her own safety first."

"……it is good."

Xu Chuilu was even more sure that this was not her illusion. For some reason, Shui Lian's attitude towards her suddenly changed. Not only did she speak more respectfully, but her eyes often held a kind of hesitation.

"Shui Lian, you used strong medicine to walk on the ground ahead of time, and they will fight later, is it really all right?"

She still had lingering fears about the shock she received last time watching the battle, so she asked this question.

Shui Lian shook his head and said: "It's nothing. Most of the people watching the battle here are ordinary people, and there are not a few who are weaker than me. The suzerain and He Cheng are not Bai Xingyun. In the current situation, there is no need to use internal force to put pressure on everyone, that would consume too much ,and……"

"what?"

Shui Lian looked into the distance and said in a deep voice: "They have already focused on each other. For the two of them, any leakage of internal energy is a mistake and a waste."

Xu Chuilu nodded eagerly.

This level of confrontation is no longer about strength, but about control.They want to win and lose, and they will not waste their energy for nothing.

"If I lose this battle, the Martial Arts League will no longer be an enemy of the Unfeeling Sect, and Taichuan's grievances will be wiped out, and there will be no dispute over Wuque's ownership." He Cheng stood with his hands behind his back, with a warm voice, "If your Excellency loses, it will be for the past. Pay the price for frivolous killing."

Xiao Fang turned his wrist to look at the sword: "What price?"

"One, return the Wuque spectrum; two, be imprisoned in the Lianyi dungeon, and you can only get out after [-] years."

Xiao Fangdao smiled: "If I were willing to hand over Wuque, I would have thrown out that troublesome thing. Unfortunately, what I got is absolutely impossible for others to get their hands on - even if it is something I have used, hated, Not even contempt."

He Cheng sighed softly: "Stubborn so much, it cannot be taught. Then, please enlighten me."

With a short chime sound, the heavy sword "Duanfeng" was unsheathed with the Lord.

This must be the best sword in the world.

The ancestor of Lianyi was originally a blacksmith in Xiyong, and there are countless magical weapons and sharp weapons from the He family. The craftsmanship is so expensive that it is also a crime to conceive a jade. Only in exchange - with martial arts in exchange.

Accumulated over a hundred years, discarding the chaff and reserving the essence, He's arsenal is filled with not only icy cold blades, but also secret books and skills that can stand out from the martial arts world.But even if there is a martial arts leader sitting in the town today, the art of casting and black gold ore is still irreplaceable for the He family.

He Cheng rarely draws his sword.

Duanfeng and Yannu can be said to be sympathetic to each other, they are well-known, but they have to suffer the fate of not seeing the sun.

After all, there are very few chances for his master to draw his sword.

But when it was stripped from the scabbard, everyone was overwhelmed by the dark light flowing faintly on it, the black gold shining brightly, but not clear, the most introverted and deep.With such a sword in hand, even a farmer in the field can become the God of War, not to mention the unfathomable and unfathomable leader of the martial arts world, Yue Zhiyuan.

In front of this thick and heavy object, the Fury Sword is more like a flashy and exquisite toy. The blade is like a flower tip, the sword body is like a willow leaf, and the hilt is like a bamboo branch. weed.

Of course, blinding beauty can only happen before the blaze emerges.

The moment the tongue of fire licked the anger, Xiao Fangdao's mysterious cloak fluttered in the air, the murderous intent wrapped in the intense internal force of the Chi Zhu Jue flattened the slender stagnation of the sword body, making the anger instantly turn into a wave of killing that stirred up blood waves device.

The two swords met clangingly, but Duanfeng failed to do so.

It has broken countless iron objects in the blast furnace, and it is toughest and hardest after completion, but this time it did not cut off the enemy's head, nor did it break the enemy's weapon.

It turned into the black lotus pistil in full bloom in the red lotus.

The crimson blaze that was half the length of a person climbed from Xiao Fangdao's right arm to the edge of the sword, the red lotus fluttered and danced, and sporadic flame petals fell endlessly, scattered all over the ground.

The surrounding silence was like impermanence.

……

"Lotus? What lotus?"

Zhou Qu put down his tea bowl, and grabbed the eloquent teahouse waiter.

"Hey - guest officer, don't drag me, the lotus is the sacred object of the Heartless Sect, and the lotus fire seal in the cargo box of the caravan means that this group of people are the people of the Heartless Sect in disguise!"

Everyone was in an uproar, urging: "Then what? Is the betrothal gift really given by the Unfeeling Sect?"

"Could it be fake?" the waiter patted his chest and said, "I've seen all the shops on this street. Leader He came to greet him in person, and his attitude is very friendly. Doesn't it look like there is any hatred?"

Some people sneered coldly: "You are talking nonsense, if they can do this, what will happen to the Pan Tianyuan battle today?"

The waiter flicked the rag, and said dissatisfiedly: "It must be that we didn't negotiate later, maybe the second lady didn't like that...Ming Lian still belongs to Shui Lian."

"Haha, you can't even remember the name of the head of the Rueqing Sect, so you dare to talk nonsense here!"

"Oh? And who are you? If you really are someone with a name and surname, you should have gone to Pan Tianyuan to join in the fun. Aren't the people sitting here all idlers who can't get into it?"

When everyone heard this, they burst into laughter.

Zhou Qu's complexion was iron, he dropped the tea money and stepped out the door.

After he returned to the mountain and settled down in the village, he still remembered what Minglian's "brother-in-law" said in his heart. He didn't understand why the other party deliberately lost to him, did he look down on him?But they haven't had a good match yet, so how do they know who will win?He came to Xiyong and inquired about the whereabouts of this striking caravan, but after the clues were broken, he wandered around the city and heard some gossip about the Martial Arts League and the Ruthless Sect.At first, he didn't connect this matter with his old friend at all, but what the waiter said just now completely woke him up.

When he was in Yikui Mountain back then, he didn't know Shuilian's name at all, because he was born thin and thin, the brothers in the village were used to calling him Xiaozhugan, and when he was serious, he could at most call him Azhu, and he never told himself about his life experience, so he let them Barking.Now that I think about it, even if I ask one more question, I won't be fooled by this person again.

The son of a rich man, the Minglian, the second sister... are all liars!

He mounts his horse with a saber in his back, and swishes his whip to stop the dust.

Inside the tea house.

Someone ate melon seeds and said loudly: "Little Er, tell me, why don't you continue?"

The waiter swept the copper plate on the table into his sleeve, he didn't know whether he was happy because of the generous reward or the achievement of the goal, he bent a pair of unattractive phoenix eyes, smiled and said: "No, everyone is gone, tell me Who's listening?"

This time, there was no objection or booing.

Because the waiter not only took away the copper coins, but also peeled off a layer of mottled old wood from the elm table—that was the lacquer swallowing palm of the Wucaimen.

Sawdust fell into the cracks between the bricks and stones.

……

Yellow dust splashed from the cracks in the ground, and the grass inside was also broken at the root. The dead vines and leaves couldn't help being pulled by two internal forces, and they were broken into little ash under the two people's feet.This skill is called "Tong Zhi", and it uses internal strength to enjoy the sword. The sword is fierce and fierce. He stared at the overgrown fire lotus, knowing that it would not be easy for Xiao Fangdao to use his own swordsmanship to fight against it - Ming Chi blinded the eyes of the beholder, but he couldn't beat him.

The red waves fluctuated, and the fierce flames suddenly weakened.Like a breeze blowing by and a moon shining in the evening, the sharp edge releases a ray of lingering snow.Xiao Fang lowered his arms and turned his wrists, and retreated around the Duanfeng attack. Her footwork was light and nimble, as if broken, she wove her soft inner strength into a dense net, the tip of the sword could enter but could not be broken.

He Cheng's pupils narrowed slightly, and he immediately recognized this as the bamboo wind's method of "lingering willows". It's just that Xiao Fangdao used the flourish of flowers and brilliance as a cover, which is enough to confuse the difference between the martial arts of various schools and Wuque.

Could it be that what she said is true...

Unwilling to be reconciled, he pushed out another palm while swinging the sword, this time Yingliu was unstoppable, the moment the two struck each other, the air seemed to be boiling, and the muddy ground under his feet seemed to sink an inch.

Xiao Fangdao didn't dare to be negligent, and he used his own strength to prevent the mountain from collapsing.

She noticed that He Chengze didn't always use the restraint and determination that she was good at, but deliberately tried to change the kung fu. His deep inner breath and free movement were already higher than that of He Chengyi back then. This must have been years of diligent practice. endless results.This may not be her most dangerous battle, but it is her most costly battle.

A sword strikes in a hurry, the cold light flickers in anger, Luoluo Jinshi blasts out a hooting and tiger roaring, the right arms of both of them are full of Shenxiongzheng, so hard, the bones are as hot as quenching, and the sleeves The skin underneath immediately oozes a gleam of blood, which dyes the dark clothing as thick as splashed ink.

He Cheng's eyes became darker, and the attack became faster and fiercer, causing the surrounding earth to burn and dance wildly in the sand.This style is fierce and unmistakable, if Xiao Fangdao uses internal energy from the same source to deal with it, he will definitely not be as tyrannical as him. If he wants to break through, he can only switch to other methods.

Sure enough, the green leaves on Xiao Fang's sword disappeared suddenly, and he swung the white blade horizontally, cutting off the opponent without realizing the sword intent.

What she used was the knife technique - the Yumen knife technique.

It's not that she deliberately showed off her many ways, but that she has perfected various martial arts in these years, and can use the most appropriate way to deal with the enemy without thinking. He Cheng deliberately tried to expose the flaws It is extremely conspicuous, and if she does not follow her will, she will waste a lot of energy for nothing, which will put herself at a disadvantage.

But after more than ten moves, she felt that He Cheng's killing intent was gradually increasing.

Not only the killing intent, but also his sword energy is like waves, seemingly without trace, but one stroke is stronger than the other, and there is no sign of fatigue and exhaustion at all. Even Xiao Fangdao can't estimate the strong internal strength required.

"They really give each other their money."

During the fight, He Cheng was distracted to transmit the sound to her.

The voice was hoarse and cold, without the usual upright and gentle air. Xiao Fang's heart trembled, and he hurriedly used the Ningdan formula to protect his heart, but the other party had no intention of applying pressure with sound skills. Respite.

"It turns out that I am the enemy of the former masters." He whispered, "Very good... very good."

Duanfengjian suddenly stopped.

It seems to be blocked by an invisible copper wall, and it stagnates for a moment during the forward stabbing. This is absolutely impossible—unless ghosts and monsters are entangled, He Cheng will give up this great opportunity and hand over the victory Give way.

Others thought it was Xiao Fangdao who resisted the attack, which caused He Chengze's mistakes, but only she knew that she never touched the Duanfengjian.

This strange opening of the empty door gave her an unprecedented fear.

The corners of He Cheng's lips were slightly raised, that smile was neither satisfied nor happy, she even felt that he was not laughing at herself.

But what happened next moment was indeed worthy of his laughter.

The Broken Front Sword snapped off its own blade, and then, that piece of black shiny iron scale suddenly sank into Xiao Fangdao's chest.

The arrow that is ready to be fired must of course stop on the bowstring.

So is the sword.

Xiao Fangdao understands this truth, but she just didn't expect the black gold to be broken - it was the indestructible thing in Fuyan Mountain, and it is also the one that breaks itself for no reason now.

She actually started to complain about this innocent dead thing.

Blood spurted like rain.

—Whether you win or lose, you must live.

Xiao Fangdao was bleeding profusely, suffering from colic, but what he thought was: This is a good opportunity to admit defeat.

"I lost...uh..."

He Cheng did not let her speak unfinished words.

Holding the real "Broken Edge Sword", he delivered a fatal blow slowly and firmly.

Only then did Xiao Fangdao realize.

He not only wants her to lose, but also wants her to die.Maybe the winner can only live one more moment, but that is also the moment she should fight for.

Understand now, is it too late?

Maybe, it's not too late.

……

"It's not too late." Yu Zhongsu untied the tie rope and got on the horse, "I'll go ahead, you wait for me outside, if I can't come back, please inform the shopkeeper."

"What are you talking about? The shopkeeper can't do without you. We'll come here with you. How can we let you take risks alone? Just really want to go to Lianyi Villa? Xiyong is a place where we have a small population and a lot of sects. It's too late to do it now. It's gone." Liu Yue was so worried that his whole face was wrinkled into a ball.

"I came here for a private matter. I have already borrowed the name of the Escort. How can I borrow someone from the Escort?" Yu Zhongsu shook his head. Make me suspicious."

"Are you worried about Xiao Fangdao? Just because of Miss Ruan?" Liu Yue said indignantly, "You have treated her with the utmost benevolence, and you have taken care of Miss Ruan in every possible way. Now it is Leader He who is competing with her. Now you have no internal strength to get involved. Don't you want to set yourself up?"

Yu Zhongsu tightened the reins and said with a smile: "It has nothing to do with Ruan Xunxiang, I owe Xiao Fangdao my life."

"You owe it to Guanzhu Li, and Xiao..."

Before Liu Yue finished speaking, a silver light shot back against his forehead, and the boomerang wedged into the stone pillar with a clang.

"You have also been with me for several years. I have kept this matter a secret for a long time, so let me confess to you today."

"Boss, Chief Escort? You haven't been..."

"I don't always do business at a loss, but I don't forget my kindness." His voice disappeared with the horse's hoof on Xiyong Long Street, "Tell the brothers to wait for me here. If there is no one in Haishi, go back by yourself. .”

Liu Yue stared at the silver dart that was more than an inch into the column, and began to think how many more years he would have to practice before he could have such internal strength.

The setting sun slowly dyed the corner of Qingxiao red, and his thoughts fluttered along with the red tassel at the end, like fire like a snake.

……

A spray of blood burst out from Xiao Fangdao's chest, followed by the broken sword tip.

He Chengze's second sword didn't get close to her - even though she was wounded and unable to speak.

But she is still Xiao Fangdao, which is enough to make all unexpected results unsurprising.

The palm of her holding the sword was already soaked in cold sweat, and all the blood in her body was gathered on her swollen and purple right arm. Her true energy had never been so excited and active before, and Ming Chi was tightly wrapped at the moment when the sword tip was forced out of her body. With the blade of anger, it spread forward along the gravel-covered ground, like a roaring river of anger.

Ming Chi reflects Xiao Fangdao's martial arts and emotions.

It is a loyal friend, a tacit companion, and a lively spirit. It hates clearly, loves and hates. Xiao Fangdao never and will never say that she likes this gift, but she is really close and trusts it.

It is not flawless.

It is just one of Xu Chuilu's works.

He Cheng is also aware of this, and he can't help but hate, envy, and hate this fake and its owner.

The sunset sprinkles gold, and the silhouette is longer.

The two have been fighting for several hours, and they can't see things other than each other. The retrograde energy makes the universe upside down, and the blood spills from the mouth and nose, which changes the color of the world.

And they knew that the campaign was coming to an end.

One lives and one dies; one lives and the other dies; or both die.

Xiao Fangdao didn't think he could win, but He Chengze's martial arts, perseverance, and killing intent were not inferior to his own, and even a little bit better than him - he was not afraid of death.

She was even confused, is He Cheng really willing to pay such a price to kill her?Could it be that in his heart, there was nothing more important and precious than this?Isn't he the best at planning layouts and calculating gains and losses?

The focus in his eyes does not belong to a martial arts leader, nor does it belong to a husband or a father, it only belongs to a warrior.

This actually made Xiao Fangdao feel envious.

Xiao Fang raised his arm to block the sword, the sound of the two swords had changed from Qingyue to piercing, because he lost the tip of the sword, He Cheng slashed and chopped less instead of picking and stabbing.The epee combines the strengths of swords, and is the most suitable weapon for him. The black gold is strong and tough, and will never harm the opponent. As long as He Cheng will not reveal his flaws, the outcome of this battle is almost certain.

She swallowed the sweet and bloody breath in her mouth, and thought dejectedly——she was about to die.

But she still didn't know what word to put before her own death.

Is it finally, is it a pity, or is it helpless?

No, nothing.

Death is death.

There was a calmness beyond life and death in her eyes, and the true energy lingering around her became cold and hard, and she met He Chengze's last sword.

Why is it the last sword?

This is probably the only tacit understanding between the two.

Xiao Fangdao's sword is faster, and He Chengze's sword is sharper. Whoever swallows the opponent's life first will be the winner.

The end of the crossbow is by no means a good word for others, but it is the final moment that these two can't wait for.

When the two afterimages met, Xiao Fang's knife felt hot, and the sharp edge pierced into the flesh a few centimeters. The cold and sharp sword energy stirred up a heart-wrenching pain, and the reason for her wide eyes was not because she was injured, but because she was wounded. It was the sword of anger protruding from the back and the blazing streamer of the same color as blood.

She killed He Chengze.

The angry sword pierced through his body, and the fierce qi was enough to shatter his viscera.

The one who was more surprised than her was naturally He Chengze in front of him. He tightly held the long sword on his chest, dragging the sword and the person back with a slow and terrifying force.

Behind him is a bottomless cliff.

Xiao Fangdao immediately understood his decision, she clenched the hilt of the sword and wanted to withdraw it, but the strength of the opponent was not like that of a seriously injured and dying person, so she abandoned the sword to grab the opponent's wrist, but his wrist was hard and slippery, and for a moment she couldn't Can't hold.

"you--"

He Cheng didn't want to die with her, so why did he let himself fall off the cliff? !

"Xiao Fangdao, you didn't win."

"Are you crazy? You still have a wife and children, and you won't even leave them a whole body?"

"Hehe..." He Cheng smiled facing the cliff, "If there are no bones, then he is still alive. If He Chengyi is the same, so am I."

Xiao Fangdao was surprised to find that apart from the blood stains on He Cheng's face, his forehead and heart were faintly black. If it was not poisoned, it was a sign of madness.

He really didn't use his full strength with that sword.

It's a pity that before she had time to think deeply, He Chengze had already fallen into the twilight under Pantianyuan like a withered wind.

——No bones, no dead.

This kind of words can actually be used to comfort his own death.

What a... lunatic.

……

"I haven't seen Master's bones either, maybe she wasn't killed by Xiao Fangdao." Bai Xingyun said lightly.

Zhang Duan was speechless for a moment.

After Fengzhao's visit, his head teacher's attitude towards Fengfu changed abruptly, it can be said that he is like two different people, now he is so friendly and peaceful towards Xiao Fangdao, even the revenge of killing his master can be questioned, it is extremely strange.

"Even so, the positions of the two factions are at odds. How can you disregard the agreement between Yumen and Lianyi for the sake of Miss Feng?" Zhang Duandu was worried, "When the leader He will pursue it, how will the teacher plan to deal with it?"

"I've stayed in Chisong long enough, and I've kept the wind talisman for him for more than a month, and I even coaxed someone to go to Fengzhao. I've worked hard on this matter, so what can I blame?" Bai said. Xing Yun didn't take it seriously, and continued to play with the unseasonable impatiens on the case.

Zhang Duanxu lowered his eyebrows and reminded: "According to the agreement, at least before the martial arts conference, you can't let Miss Feng leave Chisong."

He narrowed his eyes and sneered: "Really? I'm not his domestic dog. Who knows when the martial arts conference will start?"

Zhang sighed intermittently.

He seldom objected to Bai Xingyun's decision-making. This head teacher has always acted cautiously. Even if he did some frivolous actions occasionally, there were deep meanings behind him. Only this matter he could not agree with.

"Does the head teacher think it is a good thing to let Miss Feng go?" His eyes drooped slightly, and his tone was compassionate, "Since you know that Xiyong is dangerous, you still let her go with her disciples. If something happens to her, don't you Too late to regret it?"

Bai Xingyun looked at him with raised eyebrows, but didn't answer.

Zhang continued intermittently: "I personally think that if you capture him now, not only will you not violate your promise, but you will also protect Miss Feng's safety."

"It sounds like you think that for her, her own safety is more important than anything else?"

"Yes."

Bai Xingyun looked at the person beside him, and smiled softly: "Is the wind talisman worth my attention? I'd better give you this blessing. From now on, you don't have to be the altar master anymore, just live in the place where I serve you. In the golden house you built, you will send a hundred or so disciples to protect you every day, so that you will have no worries about food and clothing and a stable life, and no one will be able to hurt you."

Zhang Duanxu was startled, took a step back, bowed and said in fear: "This subordinate dare not."

"Okay. If He Cheng is dissatisfied, I will take care of it. I can't punish you no matter what. What are you afraid of?"

Bai Xingyun's tone was gentle and gentle, but Zhang Duandu's tone was undeniable.

But he was still a little unwilling: "Teacher, even if you are not afraid of the leader, you should consider it for your own sake."

"Guxin?" He said lazily, "Fengzhao witch doctor has cured me, and I will not be hindered by this in the future."

The melancholy in Zhang Duanyu's words deepened a bit: "Is that so, Master?"

"It's not something you should worry about." He lost his patience.

Zhang intermittently raised his eyes, and said slowly: "This subordinate thinks that you just lost."

"……what?"

"You lost."

Bai Xingyun stared at the rotten flesh and the warm and sticky flower juice in his palm, his eyes became colder.

……

"Since the outcome has been decided, from today onwards, the Martial Arts League will no longer pursue Xiao Fangdao's fault of killing people and stealing scores."

When the surprise happened, everyone in Pantianyuan was in a state of panic. After a moment of silence, whispers erupted. It was Ye Yao who was sitting firmly on the high platform who stopped the imminent riot.

She walked towards the center of the arena, calmly looking at the place where He Chengze fell off the cliff.

"However, for the death of the owner, Lianyi has no choice but to pursue it with the Jueqing Sect." She turned around and flicked her sleeves, and suddenly said sharply, "Student of the Bing Pavilion obeys the order and captures Xiao Fangdao!"

"Wait a minute—"

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