(Additional update for those who talk about tangerine peel and plum candy~)
Just when the soul-eating and life-destroying chains were about to penetrate Han Fei's body,
Suddenly, a simple wooden sword stood in front of Han Fei, blocking the fatal blow for him.
A young man dressed simply but with an arrogant face appeared in front of Han Fei.
Seeing this, Han Fei hurriedly handed over his hands and said gratefully:
"Thank you, brother, for helping me."
The young man turned his back to Han Fei and waved casually.
"When I see injustice on the road, I just act out of justice. Brother, you don't have to be polite."
Then he looked at the ink crow wrapped in black cloth in the distance with a look of disdain on his face.
"The rats who hide their heads and show their tails can only use some dirty tricks. Hey, do you dare to fight with this hero?"
Mo Ya, who was standing on the eaves, looked a little solemn.
Staring at the plain "wooden sword", he murmured uncertainly:
"Is it the wooden sword? Is it the 97th-ranked ironwood sword on the Wind Beard Sword Book, made from the heart of a thousand-year-old iron tree?"
He shook his hands, and two more fine iron chains flew out of his hands, stabbing the young man at a tricky angle.
The young man's eyes flashed and he shouted: "Well done!"
Holding the hilt of the wooden sword with his right hand, under the surge of inner strength,
The Ironwood Sword emitted extremely high-frequency and subtle vibrations.
The young man swung his sword diagonally upward,
It blocked the first chain and collided with the high-frequency vibrating wooden sword, causing the chain to hit another incoming chain.
With a snap, the two chains flew out.
Feeling the vibration from the chain, Mo Ya dropped the chain, his right hand trembling slightly.
He looked at the young man with an ugly face. This young man who was halfway through the fight had at least a mid-level innate internal strength foundation.
He, who was not good at fighting, had little chance of winning against a swordsman with mid-level innate talent.
He stopped what he was doing and said loudly:
"I am Mo Ya, the Ye Mu killer. The person behind you is Ye Mu's must-kill person. If you retreat, you can get a hundred gold. If you persist, you will be hunted by Ye Mu. There will be no place for you among the generals of South Korea. "
Mo Ya was considered strong on the outside but weak on the inside at this time. Although he couldn't beat him, he could still pretend to be confident and scare him by pulling the tiger skin from the night sky.
But what he didn't expect was that the young man just pressed his ears when he heard this, then turned to look at Han Fei and asked:
"What is Nightfall? Is it a gold mine?"
Han Fei: "..."
Mo Crow: "..."
The murderer and the one about to be killed were silenced by the young man with just one word.
Han Fei coughed and whispered:
"Yemu is the largest killer organization in South Korea, but please don't worry, brother, I am Han Fei, the young master of South Korea. I can keep brother safe."
The young man glanced at Han Fei suspiciously.
You almost died just now and you said you wanted to keep me safe?
He gave up thinking, raised his wooden sword and pointed it at Mo Crow and said:
"Stop talking nonsense, let you and I fight to the death today. The name of this hero will be resounded throughout Xinzheng tomorrow."
Mo Ya thought about it for a while. If he couldn't do it tonight, he would wait until Han Fei returned home before killing him. It was impossible for this young man to protect him all the time.
Then his body turned into dozens of black crows and flew away, heading towards the prison.
The young man turned around and was about to brag to Han Fei.
As a result, a cold light suddenly flashed across the young man's dantian.
The internal energy that was originally circulating in the body was completely dispersed.
The sudden feeling of weakness caused the young man to fall to the ground, and he could only support himself with the iron wood sword.
Two figures suddenly appeared in the darkness in the distance.
They are Ying Ziqing who is wearing a bad handsome outfit and the Heavenly Sin Star Mirror Heart Demon.
Mirror Heart Demon rubbed his hands and said with a smile:
"The Marshal's Huayang Acupuncture is really unfathomable, even the middle-level Xiantian's cultivation can be easily dispelled."
Although he didn't say anything to Ying Ziqing, the Mirror Heart Demon's flattery, he still felt good about it.
"You, who are you?" the young man said.
Ying Ziqing did not look at the young man, but put his right hand on the greedy wolf hanging around his waist.
Keng——
The Greedy Wolf Sword was like a fierce shadow in the dark night, a drop of blood spilled out,
The young man's head rolled to the ground, and the ironwood sword that had been marked with Fengbeard's sword manual was cut in half.
The Mirror Heart Demon's expression was stagnant, and for a moment he didn't know what to use to describe the commander's sword.
In the end, it was summed up in just four words:
"The handsome man is mighty!"
Han Fei looked at the righteous swordsman who was joking with him one second, and was decapitated by a sword the next second, and his emotions fluctuated violently for a while.
Ying Ziqing hugged Greedy Wolf, and the eyes exposed under the scarlet mask were full of cruelty and indifference.
"Jie, Han Fei, who threatened to change the world, was nothing more than that."
Han Fei was speechless. After a moment of silence, his voice was hoarse.
"The person next to you is your attendant. I happened to have met this person at the Third Highness of the Qin Kingdom."
Han Fei paused for a moment.
Then he said:
"You are His Highness Ying Ziqing, right?"
A dull chuckle came from under the mask. Ying Ziqing raised his hand and slowly took off the mask, revealing his handsome and immortal face.
Seeing Ying Ziqing's face, Han Fei's face returned to calm.
He asked softly: "Brother Ziqing is here to kill me too?"
With an iceberg-like calmness and indifference on his face, Ying Ziqing nodded slightly.
"You've blocked my way, so you're out."
Han Fei smiled bitterly, "How domineering..."
He gradually lowered his head, which had been held high since returning to Xinzheng, and said in a somewhat lost voice:
"This is what my destiny is. Brother Ziqing, I know that with your ability, South Korea has become the meat of Qin, so I have a request. I hope Brother Ziqing can agree to it."
After saying that, Han Fei faced Ying Ziqing and knelt on his knees.
"Fei asks Brother Ziqing to take my sister Honglian with him and let her go see for Fei the new world created by Brother Ziqing in the future..."
An expression appeared on Ying Ziqing's iceberg-like face,
"Can."
After getting Ying Ziqing's promise, Han Fei showed a smile on his face and picked up the half of the iron wood sword from the ground.
Before stabbing into his heart, Han Fei suddenly said:
"Brother Ziqing, if I didn't have the status of the ninth master of South Korea, we should become friends, right?"
"Maybe." Ying Ziqing rarely said more.
"Ahem, it's a pity that I can't see the world where the world is unified as you mentioned... It's a bit regretful..."
After saying that, Han Fei pierced the broken sword into his heart, and blood gushed out. Han Fei fell heavily to the ground, his vitality gone.
A thunder suddenly exploded in the sky, and then pattering raindrops fell from the sky. The ruthless rain washed away the blood on the ground over and over again.
The expressionless Ying Ziqing put on his mask again, pressed the bamboo hat on his head, turned around and walked into the darkness.
Mirror Heart Demon looked back at Han Fei's body, shook his head, and then followed behind Ying Ziqing...
(End of chapter)
Han Fei will have a small side story in the follow-up. Han Fei had to be killed for the sake of the plot. The main reason is that Han Fei's background means that it is impossible to be a companion with Ying Ziqing. I don't want to force Han Fei to be impressed by the protagonist. , because Han Fei is not the kind of person who is willing to be subordinated to others, and Han Fei's survival is destined to be a huge obstacle to Ying Ziqing's plan for South Korea, so Han Fei died with a plot knife, and he is on his way.
Then let me tell you guys about the update. Before the book debuted at 80,000 words, it was updated once a day. Of course, if you give a reminder or above as a gift, I will note that there are additional updates. 80,000 words. After the first word show, the book will be updated twice a day, and if the data is good, it will be updated three times a day. Each chapter is a standard of more than 2,000 words, no less. Finally, I would like to thank Tiezi who has been accompanying this book.
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