Fairy, I really am a villain!

"Ugh, cough!"

Only then did he see the enemy's face clearly; his vision was a little blurry, he had been hit by several heavy blows... Fang Xiwen had never learned boxing, and his face was swollen after a few rounds.

He protected his vital parts and struggled to parry; this man's cultivation was as high as eight orifices, his boxing skills were profound, and his force was like wind and thunder, smashing down like raindrops.

"How dare you! How dare you!!"

"I dared to fight back? Damn it, cough..." Fang Xiwen gritted his teeth and moved towards Fei Guang little by little.

As long as I get the sword, as long as I get the weapon back...

Suddenly, the opponent's attack stopped slightly, his inner energy could not continue, and the next punch did not follow.

So Fang Xiwen stretched out his hands and was about to pounce on him——

"what!"

As he exhaled and started talking, the big man suddenly took a step forward and blocked him with a punch, waiting for him to hand over his head!

Fang Xiwen's intention had always been within his expectations...right?

After a fake move, Fang Xiwen produced a golden sword in his hand and slashed with all his strength; a righteous spirit spread out, connecting heaven and earth!

The lowest grade precious weapon, the sword of Mingde Zhishan!

“The clear water is surging——!”

There was a loud bang and the entire sail was blown up. Even though he controlled the power and made it fly upwards, it still affected a large area.

Fortunately, there was no hole in the boat;

There were crackling sounds from the man's body, his blood vessels burst, and he fell on the bow of the boat like a dead dog.

Fang Xiwen's face was bruised, but his expression remained calm. He asked coldly, "What are you hiding? Where did she go?!"

Chapter 237 Xiwen, I am the only one left...

After using two tricks to deceive his intentions with weapons, Fang Xiwen first killed one person and then captured another alive.

The man named "Rong Jing" was quite sensible in the first few moves, but after he killed someone, he seemed to have lost his mind and was almost venting his anger and beating him.

This is even stranger.

"I can't possibly answer you. Kill me if you have the guts, you beast." Rong Jing fell to the ground, his body seemed unable to move, staring at him with fierce eyes.

"Stop pretending," Fang Xiwen squatted down and said in a cold voice, "What are you afraid of? A master of the Eight Apertures would not be such a fool. You have strength and status in real life. What's the point of pretending like this?"

"I'm just a casual cultivator, I get paid to do things."

"Is there a casual cultivator who values ​​friendship so much?" Fang Xiwen looked at his red eyes and followed his gaze. "Your boat is not nearby. It was taken away by the boat owner. You are doing the right thing by not killing innocent people."

"Your mother!"

“As for deliberately acting like this…” Ignoring him, Fang Xiwen pondered: “Are you afraid that my spirit will not dissipate and will be detained by Tianyan sorcerer, resulting in exposure of my identity?

You are so careful about your reputation, and you still say you are not righteous? ! "

"You brat, if you want to kill me then go ahead, why do you humiliate me like this!!" Rong Jing roared.

"I can let you go. You should be a well-known person in the underworld. You should have a family, a wife, children and a mother. Your life does not belong to you."

"...What do you want to say?"

"Where did she go? Tell me you know, even if it's just a vague direction, and I won't kill you. I can swear an oath to the heavens."

"You mean, that witch from the Star Palace?"

Finally, Rong Jing began to make a positive response; this kid reacted too quickly, had a strong insight, and was quick-witted, and it was useless to continue to deceive him.

"Yes, she is my wife who has not yet married." Fang Xiwen played the emotional card, hoping to convince the other party.

But he was a little too naive.

“Bah!” Rong Jing spitted at his face, but was dodged, and then smiled grimly: “I’m afraid the corpse of that witch is already cold.

If she falls into our hands, she will only suffer an extremely painful death."

Not only did the emotional card fail to work, Rong Jing crushed it and said some unbearable words.

But Fang Xiwen remained calm and shook his head: "If you have already caught her, why bother to attack me? Bluffing is useless, don't waste time, or I will really kill you. I will only count to three, answer me, who are you?"

"Come and kill me!"

"If you die, it will be the same if I search your soul." He gave a final warning, his eyes completely cold.

Regardless of this person's identity, this attitude has angered Fang Xiwen.

"Soul search? You use such a cheap method and still say you are not a demon!" Rong Jing laughed, "Fuck you adulterers, go to hell and become a pair of desperate lovers as soon as possible!"

Knowing that insulting him alone was useless, the man took another approach and provoked him crazily.

Sure enough, Fang Xiwen came over just as he expected, ready to attack;

'This person is quite cunning, but his biggest mistake is that he didn't destroy my Dantian, nor did he press the acupoints...'

Feng Rongjing had means to save his life, and after being hit by that powerful move, even though he was seriously injured, he still had means to fight back.

Getting closer, getting closer...

"go to hell!!"

Roaring loudly, he stood up like lightning and slapped the opponent's chest with one palm, and there was a solid impact.

Then, Feng Rongjing's face turned pale.

It was because the man's chest didn't cave in...he was unable to mobilize his true energy with this palm strike.

He was horrified and took a closer look, discovering that his body was covered with extremely fine silk threads, barely noticeable, like a spider's web.

The true energy in the body seemed to have completely stagnated and was unable to flow.

"Falling, falling stars hanging on the silk thread!!"

"Since you already knew that Xinggong and I had an affair, why did you still take chances?" Fang Xiwen's face was expressionless.

"There are no male disciples in Xing Palace! I'll tell you everything!!"

Real fear finally appeared on his face.

Flattery, begging, threats... He shook his head frantically, speaking rapidly: "I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything! You must swear an oath to the heavens first. I have a wife and children waiting for me to return home—"

"I gave you two chances. That's enough."

boom.

Fang Xiwen slapped him on the chest, and his inner energy gushed out, severing his heart meridians.

"Is it because I have such a good temper that you are so unscrupulous?"

"Ho ho..."

Time and again, he no longer had time to argue with this person.

Soul searching was a lie, Fang Xiwen didn't know how to do it; he could only bend down and dig out some things from his clothes: a token engraved with lightning, a few keys, secret books, dry food, etc.

The most eye-catching thing here is a torn piece of clothing that seems to be stained with blood.

He held the piece of clothing tightly in his hand, and his eyes became sharp.

"Blood Robe Cult, you are really haunting me..."

...

Fang Xiwen put away his things and then sank both bodies into the river to prevent anyone from finding him based on their wounds, as he could not delay any longer.

He found the oar at the bow, identified the direction for a while, saw the land vaguely in the white fog, and then paddled madly towards that direction, sorting out some things in his mind.

It is known that "Rong Jing" is a righteous person, but he seems to be in collusion with the Blood Robe Cult, which can also explain why he wants to conceal his identity.

Jiang Xingchu had mentioned to him before that because Nanhuang and Longchuan border each other, the two sides of the demonic sect often come into contact and are quite unfriendly to each other.

The people in the Star Palace have their own code of conduct. Although they act on their own, they do not harm ordinary people. However, most of the followers of the Blood Robe Cult take human life lightly. It is not enough that they have brought disaster to the tribes in the Southern Wilderness, but they have extended their hands to this side.

When Chi Ersha, the former half-step Dharma body of the Blood Robe Sect, was still the leader, there were many armed conflicts between the two sides, which continued to escalate.

Including when seizing the Blood God Stone, the Palace Master Jiang Li's actions directly led to Chi Ersha's death.

These two evil sects are mortal enemies, so it is understandable that they want to capture each other's saint. But why would the righteous sect join forces with the Blood Robe Cult?

Has it been corrupted again?

But judging from Rong Jing's performance, he was not controlled;

They were wavering in their stance, too concerned about their reputation, and had no principles... Fang Xiwen couldn't help but complain about these righteous people, but the emotion soon dissipated.

There is no time to worry or be anxious. Xingchu is still waiting for me.

This sense of urgency urged him on, almost overwhelming the discomfort of killing.

While rowing, Fang Xiwen looked at the oar in his hand and thought of something else: Rong Jing gave the original boat to the boat girl and left the oar. It turned out that he wanted to kill him from the beginning and then row the boat back.

...

The pale sky gradually faded away, and Fang Xiwen gradually saw the shore, but he did not dare to go up rashly.

Rong Jing is a righteous man, he must have subordinates, maybe they are following us right now.

So he took advantage of the thick fog and circled at some distance from the shore; thanks to the powerful control of the body given by the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art, he learned to row very quickly.

After circling three or four times, another fishing boat finally came ashore. It was a large ship carrying cargo and live fish.

So he immediately abandoned the boat, dived lightly into the water, swam for a while, quietly boarded the ship, and hid behind the cargo.

Then, he controlled his facial muscles and smeared something on his face; he changed into a set of coarse linen clothes and shook some water out of his hair.

Because of his fair skin, he didn't roll up his trouser legs and sleeves.

Mixed in the crowd of people moving goods up the river, Fang Xiwen saw several teams of people holding weapons, walking back and forth, specifically questioning the smaller fishing boats that were approaching.

He felt a chill in his heart.

"This is organized. What happened to Xingchu?"

After getting ashore, Fang Xiwen took advantage of the foreman's inattention and ran into an alley.

The name of this place is Yedu Jin, and Yedu is a port city. Although I had learned about it in advance, I still didn't quite understand the specific terrain. I only knew that the local tyrants here were a few smaller sects and families.