Fairy, I really am a villain!

"Wow, the water tank in the yard is out of water, everyone run away!"

This was originally a spacious and imposing martial arts hall with high walls and a large courtyard. Sandbags, wooden stakes and other items used for martial arts were placed inside. When they encountered fire, they would burn, making a terrifying noise.

There were clear voices shouting everywhere. It was obviously the same person, but he seemed to be everywhere. There were also constant explosions and strange smoke rising.

Fang Xiwen relied on his agility to run quickly along the courtyard wall, throwing firecrackers and small-powered fireballs into the corners. It looked powerful, but in fact it had no lethality. It was mainly used to scare away the servants in the courtyard.

Secondly, there was thick smoke everywhere, and even the most powerful bows and crossbows had lost their accuracy, making it difficult to aim at him as he was moving at such a high speed.

Seeing that the whole yard was in chaos and the crowd scattered, he jumped down from the eaves, threw out a few slow servants with quick movements, and then rushed to meet Jiang Xingchu.

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Inner courtyard rooms.

At this time, the room was dark, and there was a strong snoring sound like sawing wood. The incense burner in the corner was flickering, and a strange fragrance filled the air.

This is the residence of Zhong Zhirui, one of the vice-chairmen of the Black Panther Hall.

At this time, a girl in black tights jumped onto the beam, and her shadow seemed to sink into the darkness, and soon she came to the top of the big bed.

boom!

There was a loud noise outside the yard and he was suddenly awakened. When he was about to sit up from the bed, he found that he could not move.

Countless silk threads flew over, some pierced his chest, some wrapped around his limbs, and some wrapped around his neck, binding him tightly.

A figure landed silently beside the bed. He was not masked, had a delicate appearance, and his eyes were as cold as ice. He was holding a few pieces of paper and reading, "Zhong Zhirui, 42 years old.

He once forcibly took possession of a man's wife, and after succeeding, he threw his three-year-old child to death in front of her. He deserves death."

"Who are you! What have you done to me!?"

Jiang Xingchu ignored his questioning. After reading it very quickly, he pulled hard in the other person's horrified eyes!

The thread tightened and his neck was broken, leaving his headless body kneeling on the ground.

After killing one person, Jiang Xingchu did not stop and flew quickly, killing several deputy hall masters one by one on the road before they could meet up.

These deputy hall masters all have a cultivation level of around four orifices. They confuse the public and seize the initiative, and the battle is always a one-sided massacre.

After the charges were read out, every second spent wasted.

Some of these people had their throats cut, some had their hearts ripped out, and some had their eyes pierced...

Each of them died in a miserable way, but they all remained in a kneeling position, facing each other, as if the corpses were confessing, it was bloody and strange.

The one left behind by Jiang Xingchu was a weak man who ran the slowest and had no martial arts skills.

When the figure of the man in black fell in front of him, the man knew that he was doomed, so he fell to the ground and kowtowed several times, "Lady, I have an elderly mother in bed at home, and my wife and children are all alone.

I'm not asking for your life, lady. I just ask that after you kill me, could you give these banknotes to them?

Half of it will be given to you as travel expenses!"

Bang bang bang!

The polite man took out a stack of banknotes and knocked his head against them until it bled, but Jiang Xingchu continued to pronounce the verdict, "Yin Yundeng, 26 years old.

He was threatened by the hall master with the women in his family and worked as an accountant in the Black Panther Hall, managing personnel deployment, handling of stolen money, etc. He had covered up many operations.

"If you are not in control of yourself, you will not be punished by death."

Just as he finished speaking, a bright silk thread fell down, and the five fingers of the man's left hand were broken, and his face was disfigured with pain.

Seeing this, Jiang Xingchu popped the painkiller into his mouth, pulled the silk thread in his hand, took the banknotes and valuables on the ground, rolled them up and stuffed them in his hand, "Exit through the side door."

Hearing this, the man kowtowed twice and crawled out.

Pop, pop, pop!

"The Iron-faced Judge is worthy of his reputation, and his methods are cruel and clear about gratitude and resentment!"

Suddenly, heavy applause sounded, and with a deep voice, a huge shadow blocked the main door and squeezed into the room step by step.

This is a fat man who looks like a walking mountain of meat.

He looked very tall, and his facial features were quite regular when viewed separately, but circles of fat distorted his face shape, and his eye sockets were deep and swollen, giving him the appearance of someone who had been indulging in sexual activities for a long time.

The leader of the Black Panther Hall, Cheng Ruowen, has opened all seven orifices!

"You're finally here." Jiang Xingchu looked at him, like a spider starting to pull in its web, a hunter finally waiting for its prey, and smiled happily.

"It is said that the Iron-faced Judge is very beautiful. Today I see that she is indeed so. The women I have known in my life are not even one tenth as beautiful as Miss Jiang."

The hall master has elegant manners of conversation and a charming voice; when he closes his eyes, he looks like a handsome young man.

When he was young, he was an expert in the world of women and charmed countless girls. Even now that his lair had been robbed, he could still chat with them in a gentle and soft voice.

Hearing this, Jiang Xingchu lowered his head and glanced at the brown paper in his hand, then raised his eyes and smiled, "I guess Master Cheng must have looked very good when he was young."

"how you said that?"

"Thirteen years ago, you suddenly disappeared for a while," she said with a smile, raising the paper in her hand. "I heard that you fell into the hands of an evil cultivator who was fond of men and women. After being tortured for several months, you escaped. From then on, your personality changed drastically. You started raising male paramours and took pleasure in torturing them."

"What nonsense!" Cheng Ruowen flicked his sleeves, his face glowing with sly laughter, "Witch, I'll let you know for yourself!"

He waved his palms like cattail leaf fans, a strong wind gradually rose, and a strong and fierce spirit was accumulated but not released.

Seeing this, Jiang Xingchu suddenly put away all his smiles, his eyes darkened, "Do you really think someone will come to save you?"

"..."

"The older you get, the less courageous you become. You know you can't take me down, so you try to please me and buy time. Little did you know that even the fire outside was out, and no one came."

"What a joke! Do you think the Dajiang Gang is a vegetarian?!" Cheng Ruowen was not annoyed after being exposed, but just shouted.

"Master Cheng, you can just lie to yourself.

You have done so much dirty work for the Dajiang Gang and know so many secrets. They wish you would die here!"

The Black Panther Hall is a martial arts school on the surface, but because it has committed so many evil things and its top brass is full of rotten people, it has become so notorious that it has even backfired on the Dajiang Gang.

As a gray gang that is both good and evil, the Dajiang Gang is naturally unwilling to completely turn to the Demon Cult.

The fire outside is for them to see.

"Not to mention the Six Gates, they are definitely happy to hand you over as a performance." Jiang Xingchu flipped through the brown paper in his hand without looking up, "As for the Jiang family, after you raped the second young master, they have long been your mortal enemy..."

The girl flipped through the long paper, listing the faults one by one. Seeing Cheng Ruowen's face becoming increasingly worse, she raised her eyes and smiled, "Your wives and concubines are afraid of you, your children are terrified of you, you have enemies on all sides, your subordinates are not on good terms with you... and in the end, you will die at the hands of a demon cult witch like me.

What are you living for in this life?"

Hearing this, he could no longer maintain his nonchalant attitude, and the fat on his face trembled violently, "I have achieved success at a young age, and I will be rich all my life!"

"Can you take it with you?"

"I was born with a heroic appearance and have been a playboy for half my life!"

"Besides satisfying your one thing, what else is left?"

Jiang Xingchu really looked at him with pity, "Your life is empty, and you are like a rotten wood that has rotted from the inside out.

Even those places that boast of their own pride are maggots crawling out of their hollow hearts.

As we have been talking for so long, is there anyone who comes to save you?"

Hearing this, Cheng Ruowen was stunned for a moment. He didn't believe it at first, then he looked around suddenly.

Many times, people need a change to understand themselves, or to understand others.

Just like before the fire broke out, Cheng Ruowen had no idea that no one around him wanted him to live.

"Shut up, witch!!"

Sworn brothers, loyal subordinates, caring wives——

No one came, no one came, no one came!!

The fat body rushed out like a cannonball, and suddenly burst out with incredible speed, and a pair of fleshy palms waved like the wind, hitting Jiang Xingchu on the head!

"Witch, look, I'm going to capture you alive," Cheng Ruowen's eyes sparkled, his throat creaked, and his teeth clenched, "I want to taste you before I die!"

boom!

Before he could take a few steps, a fire dragon suddenly broke through the wall and rushed in, with its head slamming into his stomach!

The fire dragon creates wind and clouds in the sky!

This is Fang Xiwen's favorite starting move. After combining it with Luoxu Shenyou, he can now slash out with the sword while moving, which is both agile and domineering!

"Even a demon cult girl like me has someone to save me~"

Looking at his tall figure, Jiang Xingchu's eyes sparkled. He turned over and jumped onto the beam, then disappeared.

Why did she let Fang Xiwen face the master who had already opened his seven orifices alone?

Faced with the sudden attack, Cheng Ruowen reacted extremely quickly, and the long gown in front of him suddenly bulged out in an attempt to absorb the force.

But Fang Xiwen immediately interrupted the sword momentum, turned his wrist, and raised the Cangying Sword to a high point. The sword body was illusory, and countless afterimages suddenly fell down in an instant!

Phantom Sword Technique: The Moon is Full and Cold!

This confusing sword move was perfectly matched with Cangying and was quite magical. Even with open eyes, one would not be able to tell the difference!

After Cheng Ruowen released the power of the first sword, facing the dense sword shadows, he sank his lower body, pushed out his palms, exhaled and spoke.

"drink!"

Invisible sound waves spread out, dust fell down, and countless afterimages fell into a line. He clamped the sword with both hands, and the long sword became limp and powerless, like a poisonous snake being pinched by three inches.

Seeing this, he grinned: "That's all you can do——"

Unexpectedly, the other party let go and shook out a red long sword to kill him, "I don't need this one!"

Using the power of Luoxu Shenyou, Fang Xiwen landed directly behind him and slashed down with bright lightning vertically!

Extreme electric wind and thunder!

Cheng Ruowen let go of Cangying, the clothes on his back suddenly bulged, he suddenly rushed to the side, turned around and threw out four or five palms, knocking the sword crooked by the combination of defense and attack!

For a moment, Fang Xiwen's chest was wide open, and he slapped her again, "Boy, die!"

Puff puff!

Suddenly, blood marks appeared on Cheng Ruowen's neck, chest, wrists, etc., and invisible threads drilled into him, locking him like a puppet.