There's a tavern here

Chapter 60

"Why do you have to do this? What I want to do has already been accomplished. Even if your martial arts are world-class, how can you resist this general trend?" Zong Yang raised his head and looked at the giant that kept falling from the sky. , also knew that it could not escape this move.

So he rushed towards Fang Bie and his party with this incomparable coercion, its legs and feet were cracked inch by inch, but the speed did not weaken at all, the whole person was like a runaway horse, or a fire moth.

Fang Bie still didn't do anything, but Wang Guanzhi on the side was engrossed, and the hand holding the sword was also full of veins.

With grief and indignation, he ran towards Zong Yang who was running towards him. When the two touched, Zong Yang turned into a mist and avoided Wang Guanzhi's sword.

Wang Guanzhi is also a sword-wielding man who has experienced many battles. After seeing this scene, he did not panic. Instead, he raised the sword in his hand and resounded the classics of Confucianism in his mouth.

And after the black mist engulfed Wang Guanzhi, he remembered the sound of swords colliding one after another.

Finally, a strong sword light broke through the mist, and then the mist cleared. Wang Guanzhi stood upright on the spot like a cold pine, but the long sword in his hand was broken in two, and the Confucian robe on his body was also stained. bloodstained.

Zong Yang appeared on the other side.

"You are very strong. Even in my era, you can be called a master, but you are still a little short of fire."

After saying that, a dagger made of black blood appeared in Zong Yang's hand, and he threw it fiercely at Wang Guanzhi.

And at this moment, Fang Bie opened his eyes that had been closed for a long time, and the hand that was slowly falling suddenly pushed towards Zong Yang like a sword.

The Youdu city palace in the sky also shattered in the sky in an instant, turning into fragments that covered the sky and shone with purple light.

All of them were filled with chilling intentions, and after Fang Bie's hands were pushed out, they also shot out in an instant, rushing towards Zong Yang like rain.

Almost in an instant, the thrown bloody dagger and Zong Yang's distorted face, which was originally a surefire victory, were pierced by these purple awn fragments again and again.

Fang Bie still didn't show any expression on his face, as if this situation was as ordinary as eating porridge in the breakfast shop in the past, and it couldn't touch his firm Dao heart at all.

Even in his heart, he thought, "Let's finish this soon, I really want to go back here and have a few sips of wine." One after another, the sword rain fell for about a stick of incense, this trick was accidentally thought in Fang Bie's heart , the variant after a flash of inspiration.

The principle of being a human being in two lifetimes and following one's inclinations has long been engraved in Fang Bie's code of conduct. This is true of the way of swordsmanship, and so is the way of being a human being.

It also shows that Fang Bie has integrated the true meaning in this wine with his master swordsmanship.

When everything returned to silence, Zong Yang's body was riddled with holes, and he collapsed on the ground like a pool of rotten flesh, but Wang Guanzhi beside him was not injured at all.

"Master Fang's sword is becoming more and more difficult for me to see clearly." Wang Guanzhi said dumbly, looking down at the broken sword in his hand and the other blood-red hand, as if he was still doubting what happened just now. Whether what he saw was reality, but when he turned his eyes to the ground, he suddenly woke up.

Fang Bie ignored Wang Guanzhi and the priest who was leaning against the wall, and walked step by step towards the inhuman body on the ground.

"Do you think you can survive?"

"Tell me what is your relationship with the one in Yunling, and your plan after resurrection, and I can give you a way out." Fang Bie said this sentence without a trace of emotion.

Zong Yang is now a pile of rotten meat, but those two eyes rolled out from nowhere, staring at Fang Bie.

"Are you threatening me?"

Fang Bie didn't speak, but just penetrated his innate pure yang energy into the Qihua sword and then stuck it on Zong Yang's body.

"what!!!"

"I can't kill you now, but I can keep torturing you. You can stay here with me. I also promise that as long as you tell me, I will let you go."

The rotten meat on the ground didn't move at all, and its face couldn't even be found there. It must have been turned into a mess in the purple rain.

But Zong Yang's indifferent voice resounded in the air, from its words one could hear the pain and the excitement accompanying the pain.

"It's been thousands of years, and I feel alive for the first time! Fang Bie, you can't escape, no, even if you can escape, the people around you and the tavern you value will be completely destroyed. disappear!"

"Maybe at that time, you will become like me, a human being, a ghost and a ghost."

Fang Bie was silent, but the Hua Hua Sword in his hand was ups and downs, constantly going in and out of Zong Yang's body, the pain this brought was not on the body, but on the soul.

Even though Zong Yang is not a human, not a demon, not a demon, and out of the way of heaven, he still has a soul.

Don't know, these pains are definitely not comparable to the pain of thousands of years it has endured, the pain of mental weariness.But now that's all he can do, even he can't do anything against this monster that can't be killed.

"Mr. Liu is probably coming soon." Fang don't count the time, he thought so.

In the next second, Liu Rushi also came in a hurry, with a few Han marks on her face. Behind her was a golden and white sword engraved with Confucian Dao patterns. It looked real from a distance. Shining like the bright moon that day, as if all the rest of the world were clouds.

This is the Confucian soldier in the town of Mingyue Academy - Shuyun Lianyue, left by the former Confucian saint Shu Yueming.

Liu Rushi came with a sword in his hand, seeing the devastation everywhere, and slowed down his pace.

"Master Fang, where's the monster? Could it be that I came too late and it escaped?"

Fang Bie shook his head, pointed to the black blood and rotten flesh under his feet and said:

"This is Zong Yang."

Liu Rushi's pupils dilated when he saw it, but he didn't show any shock on his face, only his two eyebrows full of heroism were slightly frowned.

"Can't kill it? I hope this sword can wipe it out completely."

After finishing speaking, Liu Rushi pulled out Shuyun Lianyue from behind, and held the sword hilt with both hands, but this is a relic of Confucianism and saints after all, so when Liu Rushi raised the sword, it was like a mountain topped.

The floor under Liu Rushi's feet also collapsed, but the legs under the gown did not bend at all under the pressure.

It's no wonder that this body can support Fang Mingyue.

The sweat on Liu Rushi's face was rolling down like a stream at this moment, but her eyes became more determined.

"Huh? It has such a strong aura. This sword is not ordinary, but do you think it can really kill me?" Zong Yang's distorted voice sounded.

"Whether you can or not, you will know if you try it!"

Liu Rushi resisted the heavy pressure on her body and raised the sword. The moment she was about to slash, the sword that was ready to strike stopped in the air, and all the energy in her body was lifting the sword up. The moment he got up, he was completely absorbed by the sword.

"Damn it?! Why? Why at this time...do you still not recognize me as the dean..."

But at this moment, Fang Bie noticed Liu Rushi's abnormality, so he took the sword raised by Liu Rushi without any hesitation, and injected the innate pure yang energy in his body into Liu Rushi's body.

"This matter is caused by me after all, so I will be the one to settle this matter." Fang Bie said looking at Liu Rushi's astonished face.

The moment Fang Bie picked up the sword, he felt the coercion that was as heavy as heaven and earth. He also knew what Liu Rushi was feeling just now, and he gave her another high-level look in his heart.

"Utensils are used by people, how can they be overwhelmed?!" Fang Bie thought.

So if the shoulders bear the weight of Mount Tai, they can also act like the lightness of a feather.Wan Jun's sword also made it feel like an arm, and cut the sword down.

(End of this chapter)