With the help of the devil, the righteous path of Jiangnan will be sorted out. Those things that are difficult to conquer, such as Zhuangyan Temple and Jingxin Temple, will all be removed.
At the same time, with the help of the righteous way, these madmen of the evil way will be dealt with, reducing the pressure on the Xuantian Sect.
In return, Xuantian Church completely withdrew from Jiangnan, and Jinyiwei took over, unifying the entire Jiangnan as a descendant of Emperor Qin Yu's family, and thereafter serving as the foundation for the emperor's grandson who descended from the sky.
This is Qiao Shifang's plan. From a logical point of view, there seems to be no problem. The Xuantian Sect and he are mutually beneficial, the righteous martial arts undercovers are rampant, and most importantly, he has unified the voices in Jinyiwei.
The only thing that he didn't expect was the sudden death of Huangfu Xiaoyuan.
If he says he feels sorry for the beauty, he is really looking down on him. From a basic point of view, he must have the intention to get rid of her. After all, he is a ruthless man who can kill everyone in Wan Dao Sect with just two axes. It's hard to imagine that she would be willing to be controlled by Qin Yu, or rather Jin Yiwei.
But no matter what, she can't die at this juncture. Firstly, if the morale of the righteous path is exhausted and the demonic path is swept away, it will be difficult for Xuantian Sect to explain, and secondly -
If Huangfu Yushu hadn't been suppressed by Huangfu Xiaoyuan, he would have revealed his true colors very quickly. Qiao Shifang never believed in the perfect appearance of this person.
There are no saints in the world, and there will never be any saints, let alone those in the world. Based on this argument, and then reverse everything Huangfu Yushu has done, he is too perfect, just like the literary mistakes written by historians. , precisely because it is too perfect, it seems unreal.
However, I am afraid that even Qiao Shifang himself did not expect that without Huangfu Xiaoyuan, Huangfu Yushu would change so quickly, far beyond everyone's imagination.
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"Ling Yun, from now on, the Huangfu family will be handed over to you."
Huangfu Yushu's words to Huangfu Lingyun were tragic and tragic, at least that's what the person involved felt.
It was rare for Huangfu Lingyun not to be overwhelmed by his father's majesty. His eyes turned red, he bowed his head to the bottom and solemnly said: "Father, take care!"
After leaving, no one knows whether they can come back alive. The evil path is powerful and everyone in the righteous path is born to die, so Huangfu Lingyun will not pay too much attention to why his father is dressed like this today.
No longer a monotonous green and white gown, Huangfu Yushu tonight changed into a dazzling black and gold water-patterned silk robe, wearing a small pearl-green crown overflowing with gleaming light, and a dark flying flower palace ribbon tied around his waist. Shoes with fish and dragon inlaid pearls.
Even the sword in his hand was replaced by the top-quality sword of Sword Making Villa - Qionglou.
This sword is of the highest quality in terms of workmanship and materials. The most eye-catching thing about it is its exterior decoration, which can be called luxurious, hence the name Qionglou.
Considering the background of Huangfu's family, Huangfu Yushu's attire is just as he should be. It's just that he usually presents himself as a Confucian scholar, so this is the first time he is so flamboyant.
Huangfu Yushu looked at his son, as if he wanted to say something, but the sound of the devil's killing came noisily, so he had to give up.
I turned back and glanced in the direction of the mourning hall from a distance. I saw a beautiful woman in fluttering white clothes, smiling like a picture, but I didn't know it was really a dream.
"Let's go."
A thrilling color flashed across Huangfu Yushu's eyes. He held the sword behind his back and stepped forward, flying toward the Demon Dao crowd like a meteor.
The righteous heroes followed closely behind, and the two groups of men and horses collided with each other. The sound of fighting shook the heaven and the earth. It seemed that there was only one color left in the world, and its name was evil.
Sanliu Swordsman and Tian Mingshou immediately approached Huangfu Yushu. One of them had a personal vendetta, and the other claimed to be the leader of the demonic path. They all wanted to fight for the heart of the righteous master.
"Young Master Yin, this is the grudge between us and Huangfu Yushu, please step back." Liu Da said in a deep voice.
"What a joke," Yin Zhixie sneered: "When did I become your subordinate and have to be dispatched by you? Ha!"
Liu San stopped talking nonsense and pointed his sword at Yin Zhixie: "Tian Mingshou, let me ask you one more question, will you retreat?"
"So what if you don't retreat?" Yin Zhixie laughed wildly: "I have long been dissatisfied with your virtues. Since this is the case, I will have a fight first. Who can survive and then fight with that Huangfu Yushu!"
"I'm afraid I won't succeed!"
Liu Er and Liu San drew their swords and were about to strike, but were stopped by Liu Da. Yin Zhixie's hands were also dyed blue and white, and the chill from the Tianming Jue enveloped his whole body.
"No need to fight, let's come together."
Unexpectedly, Huangfu Yushu actually came out to be a good person for once, but what he said was really arrogant. Before Yin Zhixie could sarcastically say a few words, he drew his sword and attacked.
Huangfu's Yushu Sword flew around, and with a return wind blowing willow, he easily cut a corner of Yin Zhixie's robe. He was so angry that he was so angry that he whirled the folding fan in his hand. He drew an arc in the air like a swallow bird, and flew Hit the Qiong Tower.
Yin Zhixie took a few steps and pushed with his palms, and the extremely cold internal energy turned into a ball of blue mist and spurted out suddenly.
Huangfu Yushu flipped the sword in his hand, and his inner energy condensed into a sword gang and attached to the sword body, stirring the green mist into a spiral shape and rising to the sky in one fell swoop.
"Mr. Huangfu, why should you be so precious about your broom? You have been waiting for the three swords of heaven for a long time, and you still haven't used them to open our eyes!"
Yin Zhixie's palms were like dragons coming out of the sea, and he attacked Huangfu Yushu fiercely. The flesh and blood body bombarded the sword, making the sound of gold and stone colliding.
"as you wish."
Huangfu Yushu pointed his sword at the full moon in the distance, all the sharpness in his body was dissipated, and he slashed down with one move. The sword light was like the spring breeze blowing willows, and it was soft and almost powerless.
"This sword is called compassion."
Huangfu Yushu drove back Yin Zhixie with one sword. The latter was just like Qiao Shifang before, with a look of disbelief and astonishment on his face, followed by the shame and anger of being fooled.
Huangfu Yushu didn't care about the other party's anger at all. He changed his sword moves again, and the chaotic sword energy came out like raindrops, but was shattered by Yin Zhixie's palm.
He was not annoyed, nodded slightly, and said: "This sword is called thrift."
"Pretend to be a ghost!"
Yin Zhixie was furious and struck out several times with his palms. Huangfu's jade-sleeved robe turned around and slapped him away like a joke. His sword energy condensed and thousands of bright sword lights swept out.
"With this sword, I dare not lead the world."
"Those who seek fame and reputation, please remember in your next life not to take advantage of me in front of me!"
Yin Zhixie smacked his left palm down, and the cold palm force blasted the sword light into pieces. He immediately raised his right hand and aimed a palm at the Huangfu Jade Book.
The internal force turned into a substantial palm print, tearing through the strong wind, and roared towards the Huangfu Jade Book.
"Ah."
A faint sneer came from Huangfu Yushu's mouth. At some point, purple-black lines began to spread from behind his ears to his eyes. His eyes, as deep as the night sky, were bit by bit infected with madness. s color.
Like a drop of ink falling into the clear water, from Huangfu Yushu's almost holy sword style, a debris as dark as red flames suddenly emerged, twisted like a flying snake, and sharp as a wolf's fang. The huge palm that Yin Wushuang blasted turned into dust, and then he twisted the right arm of the palm.
In an instant, Yin Wushuang's right arm turned into countless pieces of meat.
"Woo!"
Holding back the painful cry of embarrassment, Yin Wushuang covered his broken arm, stared at Huangfu Yushu in shock and anger, gritted his teeth and said: "Not the Three Swords of Heaven?! What kind of evil sword move are you doing!"
"well."
That sigh seemed to lament the ignorance of the world. The side of Huangfu Yushu's right eye had been infected by the strange lines. When he spoke, he no longer looked like an upright gentleman. Instead, he looked like -
Like a demon.
"Everyone in the world is ignorant, but now that I see it, it is true. You have never doubted that if the three swords of heaven are really the supreme martial arts, why have you never seen Wudang practice it yourself? In just a few years, our ancestors have created such a foundation for the Huangfu family. How can you rely on other people's skills?" Huangfu Yushu sighed and shook his head.
"You, your trump card, isn't it the Three Swords of Heaven?!" Yin Wushuang's tone became sharp.
"No, you are wrong, these are the real Three Swords of Heaven."
"The ancestors used this sword technique to dominate the world. It's a pity that later generations don't understand its meaning, and they don't think about it. If our ancestors had really read the Taoist classics and practiced the righteous body and mind, how could Wudang be possible? Kick him out with some baseless excuses."
"Magic power..." Yin Zhixie said bitterly, grinding his teeth.
"My ancestors have not made any progress in ten years of practice. After practicing this sword for just three years, they can conquer the world. How can they be just famous?"
Huangfu Yushu stood with his sword in hand and said with a slight smile: "The three swords of heaven are originally magic arts."
While talking and laughing, the brilliance on the sword was like an evil ghost coming to the world. With one move, both good and evil became dead souls.
