Cloud of the Qing Dynasty

Zhang Chi stared nervously at the battle situation. Wei Fantian's martial arts is quite good. Compared with his father, this young leader of the Red Lotus Sect is better than his father, and it seems that the poison that can make him lose his skills has been completely cured. Now Even if he faced Mu Liuyun head-on, he could not lose the wind.

But it's just not to lose the wind. In fact, under the siege of so many masters, Wei Fantian's defeat is already set, and everything is just a dying struggle.

But Zhang Chi still didn't dare to be too optimistic, he was still thinking about Wei Wuji who was locked up somewhere.

Even those ordinary people with mediocre martial arts will become extremely difficult to deal with after eating the blood demon pill. What if the person who ate the blood demon pill is not an ordinary person, but a top expert like Wei Wuji? ?

Although the talented Wei Fantian began to show his edge, Wei Wuji lost some sense of existence in the eyes of the Jianghu people, but Zhang Chi did not forget how Wei Wuji used his superb magic skills to attract a large number of believers. The foundation of the Red Lotus Sect was laid.

While Qin Wuqi and other masters were fighting with Wei Fantian, Zhang Chi carefully searched the small temple, but found no trace of Wei Wuji, only a statue of the Holy Fire God enshrined in the middle, and several people around him. In the small room for people to live in, everything looks like it hasn't been turned over much.

Zhang Chi had Mu Liuyun in mind, so he looked around hastily and then came out. In such a short time, Wei Fantian had been forced to retreat by Mu Liuyun's continuous sword force, and Qin Wuqi took the opportunity to cut his left shoulder with a sword. , and was sent flying horizontally by Master Huiming with a palm from the side, breaking a small tree before stopping.

Wei Fantian couldn't get up for a while, and was attacked by several masters on the same level as him, and a group of people were waiting to make up the knife. This was another terrain with no way to escape, and he knew that he had survived today. Hopeless, but instead laughed out loud.

"It's almost death, what's so funny?" Qin Wuqi scolded with a frown, while Mu Liuyun didn't say anything, just approached Wei Fantian step by step with his sword in hand.

Wei Fantian said harshly: "Maybe I am destined to perish here today, but neither of you can leave alive!"

Everyone has a deep understanding of Wei Fantian's many tricks. Hearing these words, his heart trembles, wondering what kind of tricks he is hiding.

At this moment, there was a loud bang nearby, and everyone turned their heads in shock, only to see that above the entrance of the cave they came in, the mountain wall that was originally covered by trees was billowing with black smoke and dust, and a large rock collapsed down. In an instant, the small entrance was completely blocked.

Everyone was shocked and shouted: "What kind of magic is this!"

Zhang Chi quickly comforted everyone with a loud voice: "Everyone, don't panic, this is not a demon method, it's just explosives! Last time Wei Fantian made a big fuss in the martial arts conference, he used this thing!"

There were also sharp-eyed people who saw a suspicious figure falling near the mountain wall, and immediately went up to subdue the opponent. It seemed that he was a die-hard loyalist of the Red Lotus Cult with mediocre martial arts. He probably didn't expect the power of the explosives to be so powerful. He was stunned by the bombing, his head and face were covered in black ashes, blood was seeping from his mouth and nose, and it seemed that he would not survive.

Just when most of the people turned their eyes to the blocked hole, Wei Fantian suddenly pulled out a sharp dagger from his waist, and stabbed it into his heart.

Wei Fantian and Wei Wuji's martial arts are in the same line. They mainly practice Jiuyin Cracking Soul Claw and Xuanbing God Palm. Their hands are almost invulnerable, and they can easily break weapons. They never use swords, so no one expected him There was even a dagger hidden on his body, and the sudden explosion took away the attention of several masters. Although the others paid attention to Wei Fantian's actions, they had no time to stop them, and could only watch him commit suicide.

"Ahem... I won't die at the hands of any of you..." Wei Fantian sneered while spitting blood, "I'll take a step first, anyway...you all have to be buried with me, haha Haha...cough..."

He finally turned his gaze to Cheng Xiayue, looking at the only woman he really loved with a bit of reluctance, but Cheng Xiayue just looked at Wei Fantian who was about to die expressionlessly, even with a bit of awe. The joy of getting revenge, the reason why she came here in person was to witness this moment with her own eyes.

Instead, a young girl jumped over the masters who were still in a daze, and rushed to his side.

Bao Qiqiao knelt down beside Wei Fantian, looking as if she wanted to cover his wound with her hand, but since she had nowhere to do it, she could only tremble and call out his name: "Brahma..."

"Unexpected...at this point, you are still...so infatuated with me...ahem..."

"Don't talk, don't talk..." Bao Qiqiao saw Wei Fantian spitting blood while talking, and her heart ached beyond measure. Tears welled up in her eyes. For a while it was all forgotten.

Qingling really couldn't stand it anymore, she wanted to go and pull Bao Qiqiao away to remind her to be careful, but she saw Wei Fantian's face suddenly showed a bit of grimness, and before she could say "be careful", Wei Fantian had already Five fingers formed into claws, and suddenly pierced into Bao Qiqiao's chest.

Bao Qiqiao's eyes widened in disbelief, she opened her mouth but couldn't say anything, only heard Wei Fantian softly whispering in her ear: "It seems good to have you as a companion on the road to the Yellow Spring..."

"Qiqiao!" Qingling screamed, and flew forward recklessly, kicking Wei Fantian away.

Just like that, Wei Fantian was kicked to the side by her little disciple with low martial arts skills, and he didn't make a sound anymore.

"Qiqiao, Qiqiao..." Qing Ling hugged her former friend and cried bitterly.

Bao Qiqiao was in her arms, and said angrily, "I...really...know my mistake..."

After saying this, she closed her eyes forever.

Most of the people present did not pay attention to Wei Fantian who had committed suicide, but worriedly looked at the bombed-out entrance, discussing what Wei Fantian meant by "everything must be buried with me" For a moment, next to Wei Fantian's lonely corpse, only Qingling hugged Bao Qiqiao's corpse, sobbing in grief.

***

Fu Jinglei, the iron guard captain of Jinghong Villa, stepped forward to feel Wei Fantian's pulse, and came back to report to Qin Wuqi: "Villa Master, Wei Fantian is dead."

"En." Qin Wuqi responded, just frowning and looking at the collapsed entrance, some people were already looking around in the fallen rocks, and tried to move the fallen rocks blocking the entrance of the cave.

Some people began to panic: "Is he planning to trap us here?"

Zhang Chi reassured them and said: "Don't worry, there are still many people outside. It is impossible for them not to hear such a big movement. We will work together inside and outside. It will take half a day at most to dig up these fallen rocks. We will not be trapped."

"Then what exactly did he mean when he said 'we're all buried with you'?"

"Maybe it's just the imminent death to scare us?"

"I don't think it's a threat. Wei Fantian is full of tricks. Who knows what other tricks are hidden."

"I see that you are also scared out of your wits. Everyone is dead, how can you turn the world around?"

Amidst the whispers among the crowd, Zhang Chi noticed that Mu Liuyun had been looking at the small temple that could be seen at a glance.

"What's the matter, Liuyun?" Zhang Chi approached with concern.

Mu Liuyun frowned and said, "I can't tell... I have a very bad feeling about that place."

"What a coincidence, I also have the same feeling." Qin Wuqi also came over.

Zhang Chi said, "But I went to see it just now, and there is nothing inside."

"It's better to be careful." Qin Wuqi told Jiang Shi, who is best at traps under his command, "Go and investigate, be more careful."

Jiang Shi led the way, but before he reached the entrance of the temple, he heard a harsh rattling sound, and the statue of the holy fire god in the middle of the small temple slowly moved away.

There is actually a secret room under this small temple!

Mu Liuyun pulled Zhang Chi and protected him behind him. He looked at the dark hole vigilantly, and saw a middle-aged man in coarse linen clothes walking out slowly.

The middle-aged man's figure and gait did not seem to know martial arts. When everyone was still wondering, Zhang Chi revealed the identity of the other party: "You are... Guigu doctor Xiangu Sansi?"

"That's right, it's just mere." Gu Sansi said proudly with his hands behind his back, "It is said that Qin Wushang is the world's number one genius doctor, but in front of me, Guigu Doctor, he can only bow down. Skills, the Blood Demon Pill that will not destroy people's minds, you will be the first batch of people to see the power of the Blood Demon Pill before you die."

Master Miaoyin scolded too: "When death is imminent, you still play tricks!"

"Whether you're playing tricks or not, you'll know soon." Gu Sansi had already heard the jingling sound of iron chains being dragged across the ground behind him, he took a step back and said loudly, "Holy Master! It's these people who brought Honglian The Church has come to this point, and now it is time to avenge all the saints who died!"

What answered him was a blood claw that suddenly pierced his chest.

Everyone didn't even see how the opponent made the move, Gu Sansi was pierced through Wei Wuji's chest by Wei Wuji's claws. He looked at Wei Wuji with red eyes in astonishment, and murmured in disbelief: "It shouldn't be... Yes..."

Before the words fell, Wei Wuji had already tore a big hole out of Gu Sansi's chest. While tearing, he growled and uttered a name: "Wei... Fan... Tian..."

***

After Wei Wuji became the leader of the Red Lotus Sect, he rarely showed his face in the Central Plains martial arts, but many people in the Jianghu still remember his past demeanor. After all, he was a prince. Needless to say, he was elegant and noble, and he was always meticulous in his clothes and hairstyles. The three-wisp long beard has a somewhat fairy-like temperament, so it's no wonder that the ignorant natives of southern Xinjiang worship him as a god.

But today's Wei Wuji has gray hair disheveled like a hen's coop, his eyes are covered with bloodshot eyes, it looks like the whole white of his eyes has turned blood red, and the blue and black meridian roots on his pale face are bursting out, and he is spitting out He was wearing a tattered robe, with bare feet, heavy shackles on his wrists and ankles, and iron chains as thick as a child's arm were dragging on the shackles, which seemed to have been broken from the chains.

No matter what kind of improvement Gu Sansi said he had made to the Blood Demon Pill, Wei Wuji was obviously out of his mind. He didn't know where the hatred for his own son Wei Fantian who betrayed him came from, so he tore Gu Sansi apart. Not to mention, he quickly detained a Bagua disciple who was not very good at martial arts, and roared angrily: "Wei! Brahma! God!"

"I'm not Wei..." The poor young man didn't even have time to argue, his throat bone was crushed by brute force.

Everything happened too fast, and the head of the Bagua Sect couldn't save him in time, so he swung his sword at Wei Wuji in anger, but Wei Wuji didn't dodge the wall, and just threw the corpse in his hand at the head of the Bagua Sect.

The corpse came so fast and so violently that the head of the Eight Diagrams Sect had no room to dodge, so he had to pick it up with luck. As a result, not only the disciple's body was almost smashed into a puddle of mud, but also the head of the Eight Diagrams Sect His whole body was covered with minced meat, and he fell heavily on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.