Jun Youyun

Chapter 171 Unchanged
Outside the Castlevania.

Thirteen small axes fell from the sky and hit the side of the dragon sedan chair.

Around the dragon sedan chair, there was nothingness.

All the disciples of Shanglin Tiangong Qingmingyuan were lying in a pool of blood, only the first Mr. Long was still standing there, but his clothes were torn and his body was covered with bloodstains.

Wang Ruoxu, the Patriarch of the Wang family, threw the Vermilion Bird longbow in his hand to the ground, and reprimanded in a low voice: "There has never been such a fight before."

Lu Tianxing, who was standing beside him, spat bloody phlegm on the ground: "This is not a fight, this is called a war."

"Compared to what you saw on the shore of the South China Sea back then, how is it?" Wang Ruoxu asked Dongfang Yun beside me.

Dongfang Yun I stuck the spear on the ground and sneered: "If it was back then, all of us would be lying on the ground now."

"Is this the Sword Immortal?" Tsing Yi Lang sat on the ground, looking at the red figure who was still standing.

For a whole day and night, this red-clothed swordsman, who was rather weak just by looking at it, had already unleashed countless swords, each of which blocked their charge.But after the first night, the sword fairy in red no longer took the initiative to draw the sword, but took a defensive posture, only when they charged forward, would they swing the sword slowly.

At first they thought that Jimo Huaxue was tired. After all, they had a large number of people, but after trying again and again, they found that they were the ones who were tired first, and Jimo Huaxue seemed to be able to swing the next sword forever.

Jimo Huaxue is not only peerless in swordsmanship, but also knows how to fight.

"In fact, you have already had the opportunity to pass through my sword edge, as long as you pay the life of one of them." 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, that’s why you can’t cross the edge of my sword, so you! This time, you will definitely lose.”

The three Patriarchs were all silent, only Tsing Yi Lang smiled: "This business is not worth it."

"So profit will never bring victory." Jimo Huaxue said flatly.

"Then what can?" Tsing Yi Lang asked.

"Justice." Jimo Huaxue replied very simply.

Tsing Yi Lang was stunned for a moment, his subconscious reaction turned out to be to laugh, the only remaining sword fairy in the Jianghu, the city lord of Jimo Sword City, would actually say such childish words as "justice can bring victory", the absurdity just started , but felt a chill in his heart.

This should have been the consensus of the rivers and lakes.

But why did he find it funny when he heard it?And he is already the kind of person trying to change from the four major families?

Tsing Yi Lang said seriously: "The junior has been taught."

"What are you waiting for here?" Jimo Huaxue glanced into the distance, "Are you waiting for him, are you dead?"

Mr. Long is still standing, although there is no one around him, even though all his axes have been chopped into pieces, he is still standing.

Mo Wen in front of him touched the ground with a knife and stood upright.

Although both of them are exhausted.

"Mr. Long, although this moment has come, I still want to say something." Mo Wen sighed, "It's not worth it."

Mr. Long said in a deep voice: "There is no value or not, only regret later."

"Does the gentleman regret it now?" Mo Wen asked.

"I have tried my best." Mr. Long replied.

"Sir died in battle, Qingmingyuan lost its momentum, and in the future Shanglin Tiangong, Qingmingyuan will no longer have the glory of the past." 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 a little bit."

"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 abolish the Qingmingyuan. He said that we would no longer be needed in the world. But his father refused, so we have survived to this day." Mr. Long lowered his head, "Thinking about it now, maybe there is no Our rivers and lakes are the best."

"However, the way the curtain ended is somewhat regrettable." Mo Wen sighed softly.

"Before I came, I left an order. If I die, Qingmingyuan will be disbanded." Mr. Long said in a deep voice.

"Why?" Mo asked for a moment.

"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 our era of Qingmingyuan will end today."

Mo Wen pondered for a long time, and said slowly: "Mr. Long has righteousness in his heart."

"There is no righteousness, I just want to kill you." Mr. Long folded his hands in his sleeves, "It's a pity."

Mo Wen sighed, pulled out the knife on the ground, walked forward slowly, raised the golden knife after a moment of silence.

Knife falls.

Heads down.

Blood poured down.

Mr. Long's body is still standing.

Mo Wen turned around and walked towards Jimo Huaxue.

Jimo Huaxue put away the long sword, and said in a low voice: "The end you have been waiting for has come. This Mr. Long, the head of Qingmingyuan, is also a poor man. You are his allies, but everyone is waiting He died to gain a reason to retreat.

Tsing Yi Lang stood up and patted the dust off his body: "It's embarrassing to say."

After a few jumps, Mo Wen had already come to Jimo Huaxue with a knife in his hand. He glanced at Dongfang Yun and said, "Do you still want to fight?"

Dongfang Yun twirled the spear in my hand, then turned around and said, "We're going to fight anyway, but it's not today anymore."

"You have changed a lot in these years." Mo Wen said in a deep voice.

"You haven't changed at all." Dongfang Yun and I walked forward.

"I'm very disappointed that you have changed, but I'm also glad that I haven't." Mo Wen said loudly.

"Live longer." Dongfang Yun carried the spear on his shoulder and walked forward.

Mo Wen's pupils shrank slightly. Many years ago, the two of them, one carrying a long knife and the other a long gun, walked towards the battlefield casually, not as if they were going to kill people, but as if they were going to have a drink.

Unfortunately, such days will never come back.

"Let's go." Jimo Huaxue turned around and walked towards Castlevania.

"Go!" Mo Wen swung the long knife in his hand and shouted, "We have won!"

The nine evil people in Castlevania also all retreated, and they followed Mo Wen and shouted in unison: "Victory!"

Nearly a hundred people suddenly fell on the Castlevania city wall, and they all yelled loudly along with Mo Wen.

"Victory!"

Wang Ruoxu squinted his eyes and looked at those people above. Those people were once well-known villains and monsters in the Jianghu, but they had disappeared for many years, but they didn't expect to be hiding in the Castlevania.If they made a move early in the morning, then they would have no chance of winning.

"Mo Wen, he is really an opponent worth remembering." Wang Ruoxu turned and left.

"Adversary, you are also worthy?" Tsing Yi Lang shrugged and left.

"Are you okay?" On the way back to the city, Mo Wen asked Jimo Huaxue beside him.

"In a moment." Jimo Huaxue looked at his hand, "I can no longer hold the sword."

(End of this chapter)