Quanzhou, dark night.
The waves hit the shore and the ship swayed.
A gust of sea breeze blew by, and the two corpses on the boat instantly turned into ashes and flew up in the wind, and finally spread over the sea.
The sea breeze roared, but the sound of waves remained.
Po Jun died, and his death was aggrieved, because before he died, he was sucked to death by Jiang Yuyan before he could even use the martial arts skill "Slaying the Wolf" that he had acquired through selling himself.
He was unwilling to give in. He hadn't had time to seek revenge against Wu Ming, he hadn't had time to experience the sword sect's secret technique of "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect," and he hadn't had time to leave his own name in this prosperous age.
...
Po Jun was dead, not to mention Jue Xin, who was even weaker in martial arts, also followed suit.
He can rely on his mind to control the powerful Po Jun, but when facing Jiang Yuyan, death is his only destination.
Compared with Po Jun's unwillingness, Jue Xin refused to close his eyes.
When he was about to die, he couldn't believe that he would die here, in the Central Plains where he had longed to make great achievements.
He was very reluctant to give up. He was so young and had not yet realized his ambitions, and he had not yet inherited Wushen Jue Palace.
...
The sun and the moon rotate, time flies, and six years have passed in the blink of an eye.
During these six years, the world fell into a short period of stability. Except for the complete destruction of the Ming Dynasty by the Supreme Martial Arts Emperor and the Ming Dynasty, which became the only orthodoxy in this land, there were no other disputes.
Whether it was the Tianxiahui that once disrupted the world, the Wushen Juegong that wanted to invade the Central Plains, or the Shaolin that claimed justice in the world, they had been dormant and quiet in the past few years.
Just when the people of the world thought that these beautiful days could continue, the world suddenly started to take action again.
Five months ago, Xiongba, the leader of the Tianxiahui Gang, sent his three disciples Qin Shuang, Bu Jingyun, and Nie Feng to attack in three directions, starting from the Tianshan Mountains and heading towards the Central Plains.
Wherever he goes, all the forces he encounters will either surrender or perish, without exception.
The world is once again in turmoil.
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Yangzhou City.
"City Lord, my subordinates have just received news that Xiongba sent Nie Feng to Wushuang City."
In the heavily guarded study room of the City Lord's Mansion, Bai Xiaosheng respectfully reported to Chen Fan.
"Nie Feng goes to Wushuang City?"
Chen Fan, who was lowering his head to deal with government affairs, slowly raised his head when he heard the words. His handsome face, which had not changed much in the past six years, showed a trace of surprise. Then his thoughts began to flow, and he remembered a series of actions of the Tianxiahui recently.
Is this the beginning of the drama?
Fighting abroad, destroying Wushuang City, turning master and disciple against each other...
However, in this world that has changed, will this matter continue on its original track?
"Bai Xiaosheng, please continue to send people to keep an eye on him. This city mainly knows about Nie Feng's every move in Wushuang City." Chen Fan ordered Bai Xiaosheng.
If you want to know the trajectory of the world, it's easy, just keep observing.
If everything remains the same as before, it means that Wushuang City Lord Dugu Fang is about to die soon.
"Yes." Bai Xiaosheng clasped his fists and bowed his hands before retreating.
Looking at the back of Bai Xiaosheng as he left, Chen Fan felt that he had to make preparations early. If the trajectory did not change, he might as well grab something useful from Xiong Ba.
For example...the unparalleled sword and its affiliated forces.
In today's world, no one would complain that they have many resources, and Chen Fan is no exception.
The majesty of the sky, the vastness of the 'immortal world', and the image of the changes in the sky are still deeply imprinted in Chen Fan's mind, the huge city towering into the clouds, the terrifying monsters, and the flying immortals with swords.
If you don't take the opportunity now to increase your foundation, won't you be lost in the crowd when you truly enter the 'immortal world'?
"By the way, there has been no news about Emperor Shitian for several years. When will this dragon be killed?"
As Bai Xiaosheng walked away, Chen Fan's deep eyes slowly turned to look out the window. His thoughts suddenly turned to the Emperor Shitian whom he met when he returned to Yangzhou at Aojian Villa.
Obviously, compared to some resources that need to be accumulated over time, Chen Fan is still more concerned about Long Yuan who can give people immediate results.
....
Time flies, and two months have passed.
The birth of Fengyun was not much different from the original trajectory as expected by Chen Fan. Dugu Yifang still died at the hands of Nie Feng, who suffered from crazy blood.
Sudden changes caused Wushuang City to collapse. Xiongba took advantage of the situation and raised his troops to start a war, hoping to take over his territory in one fell swoop. Wherever he passed, there were murderous people and corpses everywhere.
On the other side, Chen Fan, who had been well prepared, was not idle either. He sent Lin Pingzhi as commander to lead an army to snatch the legacy left by Wushuang City.
The top forces in Wushuang City died, and the two top forces in Tianxiahui and Yangzhou City competed for territory. The world has since fallen into turmoil again.
.....
"Xie Xiaofeng, Wushuang City has been destroyed. Do you still want to fight at Shenjian Villa? Surrender."
At this time, there were two groups of people confronting each other at the gate of Shenjian Villa. One side was from Shenjian Villa, led by Xie Xiaofeng, who had disappeared for many years and had reached middle age.
On the other side were people from Yangzhou City, who respected Lin Pingzhi.
The person who just spoke was Lin Pingzhi. I saw him with a pretty face, a cold face, wearing a red dress, holding a sharp sword, sitting on a horse, looking particularly charming and feminine.
This was the thirteenth and last force he encountered in seizing the territory of Wushuang City.
From then on, the east-west boundary was divided, and Wushuang City fell into the hands of Tianxiahui and Yangzhou City.
"If you go with it, you will perish, but if you go against it, you will perish. Lin Pingzhi, in order to take over the power of Wushuang City, you killed people and set fires. You committed all kinds of evil. Such evil behavior is the same as that of the world's hegemons.
Even if I, the Righteous Gate of Divine Sword Villa, die, I will not succumb to such heinous and perverse forces like yours. "
At the gate of Shenjian Villa, Xie Xiaofeng faced the persuasion of Lin Pingzhi, who was known as the Blood-clothed Shura. He waved the long sword in his hand to express his position.
With the destruction of Wushuang City, Shenjian Villa just wants to be independent from the world, so let alone Yangzhou City's brutal behavior, even if they are gentle, they will not recognize another master.
"The right path? Won't give in? That's okay, I understand."
Lin Pingzhi, who was on horseback, nodded thoughtfully when he heard the words. He waved his hand, and there was a "clang" sound, and countless soldiers behind him drew their swords from their sheaths.
"Lin Pingzhi, what do you want to do?" Xie Xiaofeng asked with a frown.
"What are you doing? Xie Xiaofeng, you just said that we in Yangzhou City will prosper and perish if we go according to plan. If Shenjian Villa doesn't surrender, there will be no need for its existence. Kill me!"
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"Such a handsome husband, so violent, and he orders people to be killed at the slightest disagreement. This is not the state of mind that a swordsman should have."
There were two figures standing on a mountain peak not far from Shenjian Villa.
One old and one young.
The one who spoke was the sword master Dugu Jian, who had white hair and beard and was full of sword intent.
Opposite him, with his white clothes spread out and looking down the mountain, it was Chen Fan who should have been in Yangzhou City.
“The sword is a killing weapon, and only in a murderous state of mind can it exert its greatest power.
When he takes action himself, you will see that there is another way to use the sword. "
