For Jiang Yulang, his master Wu Zhiwei had been forcing him to die since that day, asking him to go against the moral principles of the world and deal with his sworn brother Bai Baiyu. He had gone to the opposite side of friendship and became his mortal enemy in life.
It's just that at that time, he, Jiang Yulang, was the eldest disciple of Feihe Sect, and his sect was kind to him in educating him. Once he disobeyed his master's orders and was expelled from his sect, even if he could escape Wu Zhiwei's murderous hands, he would still be betrayed by his sect. Being an abandoned disciple is looked down upon by others, and one loses one's foothold in the world of martial arts.
Today, the leader of the Feihe Sect is Jiang Yulang. The previous leader, Wu Zhiwei, died more than 20 years ago, which is well known to everyone in the world. To him, Jiang Yulang, the words "Feihe Sect", apart from being used to answer questions about where Jiang Yulang's master is, no longer pose any threat to him, Jiang Yulang. He, Jiang Yulang, no longer has to follow his master Wu Zhi's example. The will was acted upon.
Hearing Wu Zhiwei's loud shout at this time, Jiang Yulang was not surprised at all. He turned around slowly, straightened his back and said, "Master, what did you just say? The apprentice didn't hear clearly. Can you say it again?"
When Wu Zhi heard this, half of his lungs exploded with anger, and he shouted angrily: "You evil disciple, how dare you deceive your master and destroy your ancestors!"
Jiang Yulang smiled and replied: "Master, it is not the disciple who deceives the master and destroys the ancestors, but you yourself. Since you joined the Dragon Slayer Association and became Zhao Mingxiu's eagle dog to do evil everywhere, your name has been changed to 'Deceive the Master and Destroy the Ancestors' , but you don’t need to hide in the dark cloth all day long, like a ghost in hell.”
"How outrageous!" Wu Zhiwei shouted loudly, and swung his palm out in the air, and the strong wind blew towards Jiang Yulang.
Jiang Yulang did not dodge, he took two steps back with his palm, stood firm and said: "Master, if you want to take the disciple's life, the disciple has nothing to say. However, for the sake of the reputation of the Feihe Sect, the ancestors of all generations will not hate Jiuquan. Disciple still wants to advise you to stop here, find a place to hide your traces, and enjoy your old age in peace."
Wu Zhiwei was surprised to see Jiang Yulang speaking so fluently as if nothing had happened despite being hit by his own palm. I thought to myself: "This kid's martial arts skills are no longer inferior to mine. If he doesn't want to sit back and wait for death, and if we fight seriously, I don't know who will win." So he turned around and said, "You go away, we are no longer masters and disciples. "The poison dart is already in the hand, and it's time to look for an opportunity to launch it at Jiang Yulang.
"Master, take care." Jiang Yulang bowed and saluted, turned around and walked away.
When Wu Zhiwei heard the sound of footsteps, he immediately turned around and jumped out, raising his palm to follow. Jiang Yulang realized something was wrong, turned around and saw a stone flying across the poison dart, he quickly gathered his inner strength and struck out with his palm. The master and disciple collided with their palms, each floated back a foot, landed on the ground at the same time, and stood firm at the same time.
Jiang Yulang cupped his hands and clasped his fists in the direction where the stones flew, and said, "Thank you, Master Feng, for your help."
Wu Zhi shouted angrily at the visitor: "Feng Wanli, you dare to ruin my good deeds, who gave you the courage to do so?"
Feng Wanli leapt forward and sneered: "Wu Zhiwei, you are dead when you die, why bother to step out of the grave and die again."
When Wu Zhi saw Feng Wanli's opponent moving, a dark shadow appeared, and his uneasy heart suddenly calmed down.
Feng Wanli glanced towards the opposite side and saw a pair of eyes that were too familiar. He couldn't help but said, "Zhao Mingxiu, you are here."
The man in black who stood at the front took off the black cloth, took a good look at Feng Wanli, and said: "Wanli, it's not easy for you to live and die. As long as you don't show up in the world of martial arts from today on, I will remember you as a teacher and serve me." For the sake of many years, I will spare your life."
Feng Wanli sneered: "No need, in your hands, I, Feng Wanli, have died once, and I am not afraid of dying again."
Jiang Yulang finally understood that Master Zhao Mingxiu and his disciples had turned against each other, and Feng Wanli, like himself, was destined to die today.
Zhao Mingxiu probably felt that it was humiliating to send Feng Wanli to the West by himself, so he said behind him: "Listen carefully, whoever kills Feng Wanli today will become my direct disciple, qualified to practice the Biluo Lake magic skill, and inherit my mantle."
As the master's disciple, who wouldn't want to inherit the master's legacy? Only four people came out of the queue and bowed to Zhao Mingxiu and said, "Thank you, Master, for your cultivation." They turned around and walked towards Feng Wanli. The sword on his waist was slowly unsheathed, and the cold light appeared and disappeared inch by inch, which was shocking. Soul.
Feng Wanli raised his hands to the four people who were walking towards him and said: "Junior brothers, you are here to kill me for an illusion. As a traitor to Biluo Lake, I am not sad. However, you must not have any sympathy for Zhao Mingxiu anymore. There is no illusion that Biluo Lake has become a myth because of Zhao Mingxiu, and will also become a joke with the destruction of Zhao Mingxiu."
When Jiang Yulang heard that Feng Wanli was willing to exist in the world as the "Biluo Lake traitor", he unconsciously admired Feng Wanli greatly.
When Zhao Mingxiu saw the four disciples slowing down slightly, his murderous intention towards Feng Wanli suddenly increased. He gathered energy in his Dantian and shouted angrily: "Kill him."
When the four masked men heard such roars, they were frightened out of their wits. They quickly let go of their emotions, jumped up towards Feng Wanli, and soared away. The cold light from the tip of the sword flashed, illuminating half of Feng Wanli's body. Feng Wanli was frightened and retreated repeatedly. The sword on his waist escaped from the scabbard involuntarily and hid in Feng Wanli's chest, just to absorb a little more warmth before changing masters and to shed some tears when saying goodbye. .
Zhao Mingxiu saw four disciples fighting against Feng Wanli. Feng Wanli would be unable to fly with just his little ability. With a thought in his heart, he turned his gaze to Jiang Yulang, and used his words to turn into ice blades and slashed at Jiang Yulang: "Jiang Yulang, do you want to kill yourself, or do you want me to ask someone to do it for you?"
Jiang Yulang glanced behind Zhao Mingxiu and saw that the only four people were all ready to make a move. He was very much invincible. He quickly raised his hands and replied: "Master Zhao, I heard that prisoners on death row can eat a good meal before being executed." Yes, what is a decapitation meal? I, Jiang Yulang, ask myself whether I can escape death today. I wonder if Mr. Zhao can grant me one wish before taking action? Mr. Zhao, don’t worry, for you, it’s just a piece of cake. "
Zhao Mingxiu smiled and replied: "I, Zhao Mingxiu, have always been rewarded for meritorious deeds and punished for guilty. Back then, you used the swordsmanship Tian Tianyu taught you to hurt Taoist Chunshan, and let Baitian Yu carry you on his back to kill Taoist Chunshan. You are the scapegoat, and you have helped me a lot. Today I will reward you for your merits, and I will grant you a wish. Tell me."
"Thank you, Master Zhao." Jiang Yulang raised his hand, looked at Wu Zhiwei and said, "Master Zhao, I want to clean up the Feihe Sect. I hope you will just sit back and watch and not interfere in this matter."
Zhao Mingxiu smiled lightly and said generously: "Okay, just sit back and watch and don't interfere in this matter."
Jiang Yulang cupped his hands and thanked him: "Thank you, Master Zhao."
Zhao Mingxiu sneered and said, "You're welcome. But let's make a deal first. If Wu Zhi is the leader and wants to ask me for help, I have to agree. After all, he has done a lot of credit here, so how can I deny him the credit?" .right?"
Jiang Yulang had never had any illusions about demons like Zhao Mingxiu, but he just wanted to compete with Wu Zhiwei one-on-one to see if he could find an opportunity to kill Wu Zhiwei and clear the door for the Feihe Sect. Huan Sheng said: "Master Zhao deserves every credit he deserves, and he deserves to be respected as a martial arts saint."
Zhao Mingxiu sneered and said: "Then you, master and disciple, take action now, so that I can stand aside and watch the excitement."
Jiang Yulang glanced at Feng Wanli and saw that Feng Wanli was surrounded by four junior brothers. It was difficult to take care of both sides. He was struggling to move forward and backward. He kept moving up and down, and the blood on his body was scattered everywhere, like a thunderstorm. His heart suddenly became filled with anguish, and he roared to the sky, unsheathed his sword, pointed it at Wu Zhiwei, and said loudly: "Wu Zhiwei, I, Jiang Yulang, today, as the head of the Feihe Sect, will clear the door for the Feihe Sect. . If you have the heart to repent, kill yourself as soon as possible to atone for your sins, and ask for forgiveness from all the ancestors. If you do not know how to repent, please draw your sword and fight me to the death, and quickly end this bad relationship between master and disciple."
"Evil traitor!"
With the sword in hand, Wu Zhi jumped up, and a ray of light struck Jiang Yulang as the sword unsheathed. Jiang Yulang jumped up and fought with Wu Zhiwei, only attacking but not defending, intending to die together.
The sword moves of the master and the apprentice were exactly the same, and they were evenly matched, but because Jiang Yulang had no regard for life and death and only attacked rather than defended, Wu Zhi wanted to survive and did not dare to stab and slash with Jiang Yulang. After three or five moves, he showed that he was invincible. Not only did he frighten himself, but he also stunned Zhao Mingxiu who was watching the battle.
The four leaders of the Dragon Slaying Hall, Qin Haoming, the leader of the White Tiger Hall, and Su Zhener, the leader of the Suzaku Hall, have long since betrayed. He Zhencun, the leader of the Qinglong Hall, committed suicide at the gate of Zhengyi Villa today. Only Wu Zhiwei, the leader of the Xuanwu Hall, can still serve the Dragon Slaying Association. How dare Zhao Mingxiu Let him lose something again. Seeing that Wu Zhiwei was really invincible, he quickly asked: "Wu Zhi is the leader, if you need help, just speak up and don't be polite."
Wu Zhi felt a little guilty when he saw that Jiang Yulang's abilities were not inferior to his own and that he was so stubborn that he would not risk his life. Fearing that he would accidentally die under Jiang Yulang's sword, he was naturally happy to hear Zhao Mingxiu speak like this. He jumped away from the battle circle and said nicely: "Master Zhao, let your people come and play with him." .”
"Okay." Zhao Mingxiu smiled warmly, waved his hand behind him, and said quickly: "Go and play with Master Jiang, don't be too harsh, Master Wu Zhiwei hasn't had enough fun with him yet."
"Yes." The four masked men received the order, clenched their weapons, and leapt towards Jiang Yulang. They fought together in twos and threes with extremely agile skills.
Jiang Yulang fought Wu Zhiwei with the intention of clearing the door for the Feihe Sect. As long as he could kill Wu Zhiwei, he would be satisfied, so he could only attack but not defend. Now we are fighting four unrelated people. It is considered a competition. As the leader of the Feihe Sect, if he dies under their swords, not only will he no longer have the chance to help the Feihe Sect clean up the family, but it will also become a shame for the Feihe Sect. , naturally cherishing life is the most important thing. The moves were cautious, the defense was tight, and there was no sign of impatience.
