Spring and Autumn Confucian Heroes

Chapter 494
"Buzz!"

Zong Wuya stood holding the sword, the true energy in his body circulated crazily, and the flying fairy sword emitted more and more dazzling white light.

"What do you mean?"

Feeling the strong threat from the Feixian Sword, Huan Chang couldn't help shouting.

However, Zong Wuya seemed determined to make a move. Facing such a magnificent swordsman, Huan Chang didn't dare to neglect him at all.

"Chong!"

Zhan Lu unsheathed, and the sword spirit seemed to feel the oppression of the Feixian sword, and actually released a strong black light.

The black light soared into the sky, competing with the white light in the sky, unexpectedly it did not lose the wind at all.

"Ok?"

Zong Wuya, who was gathering his own aura, couldn't help but move slightly when he saw the black light released by Zhan Lu.

"This is the divine sword Zhanlu, are you Huanchang, the descendant of Shujiange?"

Zong Wuya finally showed a shocked expression on his face, and the sword move he was going to use was also suppressed by him.

"Yes, I am the successor of Shujian Pavilion."

"If I'm not wrong, you should be the descendant of Feixian Valley, right?"

"Chong!"

When Zong Wuya got the exact answer, he unexpectedly dissipated the power concentrated on the sword, and the Feixian sword automatically went into its sheath.

"what a pity."

"I thought I met a good opponent, but I didn't expect you to be the heir of Shujian Pavilion. If that's the case, we can't tell the difference between life and death today."

As long as Zong Wuya competes with the enemy, there will be absolutely no survivors in his hands.

It was only when I saw that Huan Chang was so young, he had already reached the half-step metamorphosis state, Zong Wuya saw Lie Xinxi, and wanted to draw his sword to compete with Huan Chang.

But after knowing Huan Chang's identity, Zong Wuya had no choice but to withdraw his sword.

Leaving aside the origin between Feixian Valley and Zong Wuya, just talking about Huan Changshu's identity as the heir of Jiange, we know that the other party is definitely a formidable enemy.

If two people are going to fight, they must use all their strength to decide the winner.

In that case, one of the two tigers will be injured in the fight, which is not the result that Zong Wuya wants to see.

"Chong!"

Seeing that Zong Wuya had restrained his fighting spirit, Huan Chang also inserted Zhanlu into the scabbard, and he was also relieved.

Although he doesn't think that he is worse than Zong Wuya, he doesn't want to really be an enemy of the other party.

What's more, Huan Chang came here to hunt down the murderer who slaughtered the village, and he didn't want to make extra troubles.

"See you at the martial arts conference."

Zong Wuya saw that Huan Chang appeared in Chu State, so he naturally knew that the other party would participate in the martial arts conference.

In fact, almost all talented martial artists in Kyushu will never miss this martial arts conference.

Because defeating the enemy in this martial arts conference will not only make you famous, but also subtly improve your luck.

For those geniuses who aspire to reach the pinnacle of martial arts, the martial arts conference is a difficult challenge and a good opportunity to hone themselves.

There have been many talented martial artists in history, because the martial arts conference soared into the sky.

Although Zong Wuya didn't want to decide the outcome with Huanchang right now, but if the two met in the martial arts tournament, for the sake of fame and the dark luck, they could only let go and fight.

After Zong Wuya finished speaking, he had no intention of continuing to talk to Huan Chang, and walked directly into the distance.

"Wait a minute!"

Seeing that Zong Wuya was about to leave, Huan Chang hastily stopped him.

"Is something wrong?"

Zong Wuya stopped, turned around and frowned at Huan Chang, with some impatience in his eyes.

"Brother Wu Ya, have you ever seen that villain who slaughtered the village?"

Huan Chang didn't seem to see the impatience in the other party's eyes, and continued to ask persistently, obviously determined to kill the murderer.

Zong Wuya narrowed his eyes slightly, and the true energy in his body boiled again.

He stared at Huan Chang's face, and said word by word: "That murderer is me, you want to kill me?"

Huan Chang heard the words, but said in disbelief: "It's absolutely impossible!"

"I have felt the aura of that murderer, which is completely different from Brother Wu Ya's aura. How could you be the murderer?"

"Besides, brother Wuya is the descendant of Feixian Valley, and I can't think of any reason for you to brutally kill everyone in that village!"

After the way of painting and calligraphy reached the realm of fragrance from the pen falling, Huan Chang's spiritual consciousness, which was already stronger than that of martial artists of the same level, increased crazily again.

From the corpses in the village, he could feel the murderer's heart full of demon and hostility, and it was absolutely impossible for him to be the same person as the white-clothed man in front of him who looked like a banished fairy.

"boom!"

However, as soon as Huan Chang finished speaking, his expression changed wildly.

When he looked at Zong Wuya again, his eyes were already filled with shock.

At this moment, Zong Wuya's hair ribbon burst into pieces, his black hair was completely windless, and his face, which was originally full of fairy spirit, unexpectedly became strange.

Not only that, even Zong Wuya's own aura has completely changed.

He is no longer that ethereal young swordsman, but like a demon from hell, with boundless hostility bursting out of his pupils.

This kind of breath is exactly the murderer's breath that Huan Chang felt in the village.

"How is it possible, how is it possible, how is it possible?"

Huan Chang looked at Zong Wuya's transformation, his eyes were full of disbelief.

Even though he claimed to be well-informed, he had never heard of such a thing.

"Now, do you believe it?"

With his hands behind his back, Zong Wuya looked at Huan Chang with a wicked sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"You, still want to kill me?"

Even though Wuya didn't draw his sword, his tone was very calm.

But Huan Chang can feel that if the answer is not as good as the other party wants, the other party will definitely fight with him mercilessly.

This feeling was very strong, and Huan Chang suddenly felt a strong warning sign.

"You, why do you want to kill all the people in the village, and the method is so cruel, even children and pregnant women are not spared!"

Although Huan Chang felt a strong threat, even though he knew that the other party was the descendant of Feixian Valley, raging anger still surged in his heart uncontrollably.

If Zong Wuya couldn't give a reasonable explanation, even if Huan Chang tried his best, he would have to fight the opponent to the death.

This is not because the heart of the Virgin is overflowing, but because Huan Chang has always adhered to the benevolence and bottom line in his heart.

Only in this way can Zhanlu's true power be exerted with Ou Ren's heart, and the inheritance of Shujian Pavilion can be truly inherited.

Stick to your heart, eliminate evil and do good.

Even if the opponent is the descendant of Feixian Valley, Huan Chang will never back down.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Even though Wuya heard the words, he looked up to the sky and laughed endlessly.

As the laughter reverberated in the air, a thick black air was generated on Zong Wuya's body.

The black air condensed and did not disperse, wrapping Zong Wuya tightly, making him look like a demon god from hell.

"Even if I want to kill someone, what reason do I need?"

"Whether it's helping others selflessly, or destroying people all over the house, as long as I want to, I have to follow my heart and make my thoughts clear."

"It's in vain that you, as the heir of Shujian Pavilion, bear the legacy of the world, and you are so pedantic."

"It seems that Shujian Pavilion has not been completed like it is today, and it is inevitable."

"Today's Shujian Pavilion is no longer qualified to be on par with my Feixian Valley!"

The evil aura in Zong Wuya's body became stronger and stronger, and he became very crazy with the company, and even started to slander Shujian Pavilion.

When Huan Chang heard this, he immediately flew into a rage.

(End of this chapter)