Fairy, I really am a villain!

This is a top-level auxiliary that can be used for both close and long distance attack and defense!

But even though he is old and frail, and even though he no longer has the power of internal energy, Xue Changshou is still a master of the Nine Apertures.

How could he be beaten by a kid who only had his eyes opened?

Fang Xiwen was seen using agile movements to avoid the sharp edges one after another, using a set of strict sword moves to block any possible way for him to dodge, meaning only to "encircle" him!

Emperor's Sword Technique: A dragon strides across thousands of peaks and lies in all directions!

After leaving the spiritual realm, the 20% of the Eight-Nine Profound Art directly acted on him, and his strength increased by % to %, which was completely overwhelming!

So Xue Changshou had no choice but to use the Blood Palm, slapping him on the chest. Fang Xiwen flew backwards, spitting out blood, and yelled to the outside: "Have you seen enough?!"

He shouted so loudly before just for the people outside to hear.

Before letting Zhu Yiwu out, Fang Xiwen had already instructed him to bring his good fighters to the side of the wing... It was unrealistic to convince them with words, so it would be better to just start fighting and let them see it clearly!

boom!

The door of the wing room was smashed down, and a group of people rushed in. The one rushing in the front was Master Canglang.

Looking at this almost crazy old man, Jiang Xizhi was unwilling to believe it and burst into tears... His dignified and kind father died twice in just one day.

He brutally murdered the butler who was like a brother to him, possessed magical powers, and planned to turn everyone here into food for his survival.

“Dad——!”

He drew out his flowing sword, roared and charged forward, slashing at... Fang Xiwen!

when!

"Brother Jiang?!"

"No matter what, he is still my father who gave birth to me and raised me. What's the point of repaying him with my life?" Jiang Xizhi was sad and angry. "Is it your turn as an outsider to point fingers?"

Jiang Xizhi parried his three moves in a row, then he unleashed his sword and slammed down with a powerful wave!

After being hit by the palm, Fang Xiwen's vitality suddenly dropped, and he seemed to be defeated. After stepping back a few steps, he turned into a torrent of green water, and the two were annihilated, but the opponent came to kill him again.

On the other side, Zhu Yiwu led a group of experts to fight in the front. With the help of Jiang Xingchu, they had a slight advantage over Jiang Changshou. Looking at the battle situation on the side, they were a little worried:

"He was seriously injured and was no match for Master Canglang... Send some people to help him!"

"Yes!"

But this order seemed to be issued a little too late. Fang Xiwen was beaten back step by step. For a moment, he was in danger and could only shout: "Xiao Jiang, save me!"

Hearing this, Jiang Xingchu's eyes darkened, and he pulled away and sent a few sound waves in that direction, resolving his predicament.

Jiang Changshou just seized this opportunity, exerted his might and forced several people to retreat, then joined Jiang Xizhi with a long smile: "Good boy, Daddy's love for you all these years has not been in vain!"

"Dad, these monsters must be framing you. I won't believe it!"

The father and son worked together and for a while they actually pushed everyone back. Fortunately, Jiang Xingchu pulled out a few more star lines and blasted out a lot of energy, so there were no casualties under their cover.

Suddenly, Jiang Changshou's breath stagnated, and he raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood: "What kind of poison is this?!"

"Secret bone-eating tea, how does it taste?" Jiang Xingchu smiled.

The poison was extremely powerful and even the strong internal energy in his nine orifices could not suppress it. Just as he was about to turn his head to give instructions to Jiang Xizhi, he was suddenly met with a pair of red eyes and a long sword suddenly pierced into his abdomen.

"Xizhi, you——"

"Dad, it's time for me to 'save' you," Jiang Xizhi's tears had dried up and his voice was hoarse, "I know your feelings for us are not fake.

Every time you see me practicing sword, your eyes light up like a child's.

I know, Dad, these are not as important as staying alive...nothing is more important than staying alive.

But this shouldn't be compared, Dad!! "

Due to the poison of the bone-eating tea and the massive blood loss, Jiang Changshou even found it difficult to struggle, and the entire room gradually became quiet.

That is to say, which one is truly living: the continuation of one's life or the continuation of one's bloodline?

The construction of the altar would take a certain amount of time, even years. From the perspective of prolonging life, blood from relatives is more effective than blood from strangers, so he had started by attracting the attention of his descendants.

...Is it that Xue Changshou has developed feelings for the mobile blood bags, or is it that Xue Changshou has gradually given up his feelings for them?

no one knows.

The only certain fact is that the old man's life is coming to an end.

His fierce bloodshot eyes gradually became clear, and the kind feeling returned to him. He reached out his hand, stroked Jiang Xizhi's face, and smiled, "Yes, you did save your father."

"father..."

"From now on, the Jiang family will respect you as the leader. Anyone who disobeys will be punished according to the family rules..." Jiang Changshou's breath gradually faded away, and he looked at him deeply, "Xi knows that you are a natural talent, and you should follow the martial arts path, open the nine orifices, and break through the mysterious gate..."

Please go and see the scenery ahead for me.

thump.

The old father's head rested on his knees.

Just like when he was young, the night was covered with snow, the old carriage, and the small golden stove.

"Dad, God is so far away."

"Be good, take a nap and we'll be there soon."

Now the two of them were in a state of confusion in time and space, and their positions were reversed. Suddenly he had become the head of the family, and the lives of more than a hundred people suddenly rested on his shoulders.

"Brother Jiang, the old patriarch has lived a long life," Fang Xiwen covered his chest and walked over slowly, "even if... you are the only one who remembers him."

"Brother Fang, how is your injury?" Jiang Xizhi was not in the mood to talk about this, and just smiled bitterly.

"I can't die for the time being."

"...Thank you."

I don't know whether I should thank him for exposing my father, or thank him for helping me act out the murder of my father... It's a mess that's hard to clean up.

Without much greeting, the obedient maid saw the opportunity, supported "her own master" and walked out of the room.

At this time, the experts in the room finally reacted and praised Feng Liujian: "Even if nothing else, this kind of alertness and carefulness is admirable!"

"He can actually fight against a master of the Nine Apertures. At my age, I am really living a dog's life!"

Leaving these compliments behind, Fang Xiwen took a breath, walked to the courtyard, tilted his head and glanced at her, "So kind?"

"What are you talking about? We are companions." Jiang Xingchu's eyes moved and he helped him to the steps and sat down.

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen took out a few bottles of pills and threw them over, "It's an accomplice."

"Qi Xue Dan, Xiao Huan Dan, Herbal Sheng Sheng Wan..." Jiang Xingchu took it and looked around, then smiled, "Do you want to fight more?"

"Don't you have something else to look for?" Fang Xiwen swallowed the pill, dissipated the drug's effect, and sighed faintly, "Besides, the old patriarch has not yet reached the end of his life."

Chapter 87: Don’t worry

The night is as dark as ink and the lanterns are hanging high.

After experiencing ups and downs, the Jiang family mansion finally returned to peace.

As for what Young Master Fang had said about the Blood Robe Cult and the altar, everyone did feel a little unwell, but after all, it would be dawn soon, so they did not bother looking for them, and just sat together and waited as they were told.

In the morning, the family was filled with harmonious and peaceful children and grandchildren competing with each other. The banquet was lively and both the guests and hosts were having a great time. But suddenly, the old head of the family died suddenly, causing an uproar.

Zhu Yiwu finally covered up the cause of death, and when everything was fine, the old patriarch was caught by spies again, and his conspiracy was exposed on the spot. It turned out that he was a villain who had been planning to attack his descendants from the beginning.

Especially Master Canglang, who experienced the tragedy of losing his father, his father's resurrection, and killing his father with his own hands in just one day.

The complexity of this place is hard to describe, but some people really enjoyed a feast for the eyes and felt comfortable all over their bodies... Wasn't it decades of preparation just for this moment?

Whoosh.

A burly figure in black avoided the crowd, secretly climbed over the eaves, easily found the main house in the inner courtyard, casually lifted up a few tiles, and looked inside in the cold moonlight. It was quiet inside.

Hey.

A few small stones fell from the roof, making a loud noise. At the same time, a figure suddenly came in through the window.

Da da da!

The figure flicked the stone in mid-air, sending it flying in all directions, with the force hidden inside.

Judging from this move alone, he is at least a master of the Seven Apertures!

Several holes were punched in the cabinet and table that looked obviously valuable, but the figure was still not reassured. He pulled with his true Qi through the air, and the cabinet suddenly opened, then he punched out like a dragon!

no one.

'I don't think they can find this place either...'

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, he suddenly turned around, flicked his sleeves, and sent out several poisoned darts!

"grumble!"

There was only a scream, and when the black shadow saw the thing clearly, he couldn't help but laugh and cry.

It was a fat rat, and after being hit by a dart, even its head was gone.

Since he had delayed for so long, he stopped trying and walked straight to the bed and lifted it up.

Suddenly, the figure's pupils shrank.

This bed has traces of being moved.

As the thought came to his mind, he suddenly flew backwards, his body spinning several times in the air, emitting streams of energy like a gyroscope!

Unfortunately, he was still a step too late. Countless star lines had already hung down from the eaves, quickly wrapped around his body, and then tightened with force!

The black clothes on the figure were torn apart like catkins, turning into fluttering butterflies. He groaned, and was about to struggle with his true energy -

"Zhu Yiwu!!"

The clear and loud roar made his whole body freeze. A blazing fire dragon stepped forward quickly, appearing in one step and circling around in two steps!

boom!

The exploding fire force hit him hard, and his figure flew backwards. While gaining momentum in the air, he raised his palm knife to chop the star line and landed steadily on the ground.

In front was a young man holding a scarlet sword, and behind was a maid with charming eyes and a sweet smile. The roar was so loud that the sound of staggered footsteps could be heard.

"You seem very confused," Fang Xiwen said, holding the sword in both hands, his body seemed relaxed but actually tense, and he approached step by step, "Why didn't you find us in the room?"