This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 66

With the help of Mo Dao, the Zhengdao in the south of the Yangtze River will be sorted out. Those who are difficult to subdue, such as the solemn temple, such as the Jingxin Nunnery, will all be removed.

At the same time, with the help of Zhengdao, these lunatics from the Demonic Dao will be cleaned up, and the pressure on Xuantian Sect will be relieved.

In return, the Xuantian Church completely withdrew from the land of Jiangnan, and Jin Yiwei took over to unify the entire Jiangnan as a child of Qin Yu's Huangfu family, and then became the foundation of this emperor's grandson who descended from the sky.

This is Qiao Shifang's plan. From a logical point of view, it seems that there is no problem. The Xuantian Sect and him are mutually beneficial.

The only thing he didn't expect was the sudden death of Huangfu Xiaoyuan.

If it is said that he loves the beauty, then he really underestimates him. From the bottom of his heart, he must have plans to get rid of her. After all, he is a ruthless person who killed everyone in the Wandao family with two axes. It was hard to imagine that she would be willing to be controlled by Qin Yu, or Jin Yiwei.

It’s just that no matter what, she can’t die at this juncture. One is that if the morale of the righteous way is exhausted and the evil way is wiped out, it’s hard for him to explain to the Xuantian Sect, and the other is——

If Huangfu Yushu hadn't been suppressed by Huangfu Xiaoyuan, he might soon show his true face. Qiao Shifang never believed in the perfect appearance of this person.

There is no saint in the world, and it is absolutely impossible to produce a saint, let alone in the arena. Based on this argument, and then reverse everything Huangfu Yushu has done, he is too perfect, just like a historian. , just because it is too perfect, it seems unreal.

However, I am afraid that even Qiao Shifang himself did not expect that without Huangfu Xiaoyuan, Huangfu Yushu's transformation speed would be so fast, so fast, far beyond everyone's imagination.

"Ling Yun, from now on, the Huangfu family will be handed over to you."

What Huangfu Yushu said to Huangfu Lingyun was as tragic as going to death, at least the person involved thought so.

It was rare for Huangfu Lingyun not to be overwhelmed by his father's majesty, his eyes were red, he bowed to the end, and solemnly said: "Father, take care!"

After leaving, no one knows whether they can come back alive. The evil way is powerful, and everyone in the righteous way is born to die, so Huangfu Lingyun will not pay too much attention to why his father is dressed like this today.

It is no longer a monotonous gown of blue and white. Tonight's Huangfu Yushu has changed into a dazzling black and gold water-patterned silk robe, wearing a small crown of shining pearls and emeralds, and a dark-colored flying flower palace sash around the waist. Ichthyosaur inlaid bead head shoes.

Even the sword in his hand was replaced with the best sword of Zhujian Villa - Qionglou.

No matter the workmanship or the materials used, this sword is the best choice. The most eye-catching thing is the exterior decoration of the sword, which can be called luxurious, hence the name Qionglou.

As far as the background of Huangfu's family is concerned, Huangfu Yushu's attire is just as it should be, but it is the first time that he usually shows others the appearance of a Confucian scholar.

Huangfu Yushu looked at his son, and seemed to want to say something more, but the sound of the demon's beating and killing was heard loudly, so he had to give up.

He turned his head and glanced in the direction of the mourning hall from a distance. The beautiful woman was dressed in fluttering white clothes, and her smile was picturesque. She didn't know if it was really a dream.

"Let's go."

A frightening color flashed in Huangfu Yushu's pupils, he stepped forward with his sword behind his back, and his figure swept towards the demon crowd like a shooting star.

The heroes of the righteous way followed closely behind, and the two groups of people collided with each other, the sound of fighting was so loud that it seemed that there was only one color left in the world, which was called evil.

The Three Liu Swordsmen and Tian Mingshou immediately approached Huangfu Yushu. One of them had a personal grudge, and the other thought he was the leader of the Demonic Dao.

"Young Master Yin, this is the enmity between us and Huangfu Yushu, please back off." Liu Da said in a deep voice.

"Joke," Yin Zhixie said with a sneer, "When will I become your subordinate, but be assigned by you? Ha!"

Liu San stopped talking nonsense, and pointed at Yin Zhixie with the sword in his hand: "Tian Mingshou, let me ask you one more question, whether to retreat or not."

"So what if you don't retreat?" Yin Zhixie laughed maniacally: "I have long been displeased with your virtue, since this is the case, let's do it first, who can survive, and then go to fight that Huangfu Yushu!"

"I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

Liu Er and Liu San drew their swords and were about to cut them off, but they were stopped by Liu Da. Yin Zhixie's hands were also stained with a bluish-white color, and the chill from the Tianming Jue enveloped his whole body.

"There's no need to argue, let's go together."

Unexpectedly, this Huangfu Yushu actually came out and became a good person, but what he said was really arrogant, before Yin Zhixie could sneer a few words, he drew his sword and attacked.

Huangfu Yushu's sword strokes were flying, and the wind blowing willows easily scratched the corner of Yin Zhixie's robe. He was so angry that he whirled a folding fan in his hand, drawing an arc in the air like a swallow, flying Hit on Qionglou.

Yin Zhixie took a few steps and pushed with both palms, and the extremely cold internal force turned into a cloud of blue mist, which gushed out suddenly.

Huangfu Yushu turned over the sword in his hand, his internal force condensed into a sword gang and attached to the sword body, stirring the blue mist into a spiral shape, and it flew up to the sky in one fell swoop.

"Mr. Huangfu, why bother to protect yourself with a broom. You have been waiting for the Three Swords of Heaven and Dao for a long time, and if you don't use it, let me open my eyes!"

Yin Zhixie went out to sea with both palms like a dragon, and fiercely attacked Huangfu Yushu. The flesh and blood body bombarded the sword, and there was a sound of gold and stone colliding.

"as you wish."

Huangfu Yushu pointed his sword at the full moon, all the energy from his body was exhausted, and he slashed down with one stroke, the light of the sword was like the spring breeze blowing willows, soft and almost powerless.

"This sword is called compassion."

Huangfu Yushu forced Yin Zhixie back with a sword, and the latter was just like Qiao Shifang back then, with an unbelievable astonishment on his face, followed by the shame and anger of being deceived.

Huangfu Yushu didn't care about the other party's anger at all, he changed his sword moves again and again, and the sword energy burst out like raindrops, but was smashed by Yin Zhixie's palm.

He was not annoyed, and nodded lightly, saying: "This sword is called Jian."

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Yin Zhixie was furious, and he slapped several palms in succession, but was slapped away by the Huangfu Yushu sleeve robe as a joke, and saw his sword energy condensed, and thousands of bright sword lights swept out.

"With this sword, I dare not be the first in the world."

"Guys who are trying to gain fame, remember in your next life, don't get big in front of me!"

Yin Zhixie slapped down with his left palm, the cold palm force blasted the sword light into crumbs, he immediately raised his right hand, and aimed at the Huangfu jade book.

The internal force turned into a substantial palm print, tore through the strong wind, and roared towards the Huangfu jade book.

"Ah."

A faint sneer came from Huangfu Yushu's mouth, and at some point, purple-black lines began to spread from behind his ears to his eyes, and those eyes as deep as the night sky were gradually stained with frenzy. s color.

Like a drop of ink falling into clear water, a dark black wreck like scarlet flames suddenly emerged from Huangfu Yushu's almost holy sword style, twisted like a flying snake, sharp like a wolf's fang, and instantly smashed The giant palm that Yin Wushuang blasted turned into dust, and then he twisted the right arm of the palm.

In an instant, Yin Wushuang's right arm turned into countless minced meat.

"Wow!"

Resisting the embarrassing cry of pain, Yin Wushuang clutched his broken arm, stared at Huangfu Yushu in horror and anger, gritted his teeth and said: "Isn't it the Three Swords of Heaven?! What kind of evil sword move are you talking about!"

"Ugh."

That sigh seemed to silently lament the ignorance of the world. The side of Huangfu Yushu's right eye has been infected by the strange lines, and his words no longer resemble that righteous gentleman. On the contrary, his appearance is——

Like a devil.

"It is said that people in the world are ignorant. Seeing it now, it is as expected. You have never doubted that if the Three Swords of Heaven and Dao are really the highest martial arts, why have you never seen Wudang practice them by yourself? The ancestors created such a foundation for the Huangfu family in just a few years. How could it be someone else's skill?" Huangfu Yushu sighed and shook his head.

"You, your hole card, isn't it the Three Swords of Heaven?!" Yin Wushuang's tone became sharper.

"No, you are wrong, this is the real Three Swords of Heaven and Dao."

"The ancestors used this sword formula to dominate the world back then. It's a pity that future generations don't understand its meaning, and don't think about it. Back then, if the ancestors had read through the classics of the Tao and practiced the righteous mind and body, how could it be possible in Wudang? Throw him out with some trumped-up excuses."

"Devil skill." Yin Zhixie gritted his teeth and said in a hateful voice.

"The ancestors have not made any progress in ten years of cultivation, but they can cross the rivers and lakes in just three years after practicing this sword. How can they rely on mere reputation."

Huangfu Yushu stood holding the sword, smiled slightly and said: "The Three Swords of Heaven and Dao are originally magic skills."

While talking and laughing, the brilliance on the sword is like an evil ghost coming to the world. With one move, no matter good or evil, they will all become dead souls.

(End of this chapter)