Starting from the martial arts world, Gan became a true master of martial arts.

Chapter 605: We will take Jingzhou
In mid-air, as the corpse of the old man from Ziwei Mountain was soaked by rain water, a ray of green light slowly floated out and finally condensed in front of Fang Xuan, turning into a green monster.

The guardian beast of Ziwei Mountain, the Dongshan God!
After the opponent's true form slowly condensed, it turned into an old man in green clothes.

The old man looked good, but his eyes were filled with a strong chill.

After staring at Fang Xuan for a long time, he said coldly: "Fang Xuan, I, Ziwei Mountain, will remember you!"

Fang Xuan looked at the other party and knew that these were some backup plans that Ziwei Mountain had left on the old man. However, he did not expect Fang Xuan to be so ruthless, forcing the old man to be killed by Fang Xuan with one sword before he could even use his last trump card!

"I will go to Ziwei Mountain. If I were you, I would choose to close the mountain gate from now on and live in seclusion from now on!"

After saying that, Fang Xuan stretched out his hand and flicked his fingers lightly. A burst of energy flew out and directly dispersed the shadow of the Dongshan god, turning it into a cloud of green smoke.

Only a pair of eyes as cold as a deep pool were left, frozen in the memories of many people.

"An animal is still an animal, even if it lives for ten thousand years!"

Fang Xuan snorted softly.

Click!

A flash of lightning suddenly exploded in the sky above Jingzhou City.

At some point, the sky was covered with dark clouds, followed by thunder roaring in the sea of ​​clouds.

L.

The sad raindrops fell and landed on the hearts of everyone in Jingzhou City. A bone-chilling chill spread from their hearts.

The rain came quickly and went away quickly.

After the dark clouds passed, a breeze blew, dispelling the strong smell of blood in Jingzhou City.

Fang Xuan and Zhao Chuanxiong stood in the air like gods.

"Cheng Shanming, hang yourself!"

Following Fang Xuan's light shout, many people turned their eyes towards the City Lord's Mansion.

In front of the hall with thousands of steps, Cheng Shanming and his group from Jingzhou walked out of the hall in a daze.

Their eyes were filled with despair and had lost their light.

Now that Jingzhou City is gone, they have lost everything!

At this time, a warrior stood up from the crowd and said, "Commander Fang, we are willing to follow the Dragon Whale Army!"

"This is the complete defense map of Jingzhou!"

These warriors who had previously supported and helped Jingzhou quickly made the wisest choice after seeing that Cheng Shanming was doomed.

"Selling out for fame, bah!"

Zhao Chuanxiong looked at the warriors below, his eyes full of disdain and disgust.

As a man of the world and the founder of the Wulin Alliance, he attaches great importance to the words trust and loyalty.

But Fang Xuan didn't care. As early as when he was still a thug in the Dragon Whale Gang, he had already seen clearly that the world was not a world of black and white.

Although trustworthiness can determine a person's upper limit, the true lower limit can only be measured by interests.

He would not kill any of the people who surrendered in Jingzhou City this time, and would even promise to give them high positions and generous salaries.

Of course Fang Xuan would not incorporate them into the Dragon Whale Army.

Cheng Shanming and his companions knelt in front of the hall and looked up at Fang Xuan.

As if knowing that he was going to die at this moment, Cheng Shanming was calm instead, and there was even a hint of teasing in his eyes when he looked at Fang Xuan.

"Fang Xuan, although you have obtained Jingzhou City, this Jingzhou will not belong to you alone!" "The road to the underworld will not be lonely, I will wait for you down there!"

As he spoke, Cheng Shanming pulled out a dagger from his sleeve, turned his wrist, and stabbed it directly into his heart.

After the severe pain in his body, he completely lost all his strength. As his pupils slowly shrank, Cheng Shanming's body slowly collapsed.

A touch of blood adorns this huge city lord's mansion.

As soon as Cheng Shanming died, those warriors who were still wavering knelt down before Fang Xuan.

Fang Xuan's eyes lightly swept over Zhang Jianling and others.

A dozen warriors immediately understood what he meant, and blood splattered and slowly spread over the open space in front of the hall.

Jingzhou City finally welcomed its new master at this moment!

Everyone looked a little dazed, as if they were still in a dream.

Only Fang Xuan.

His eyes remained calm as he strolled on the huge bluestone slabs of the City Lord's Mansion.

In the fifteenth year of Emperor Xiaozong’s reign, early November.

Fang Xuan went to Jingzhou alone and killed tens of thousands of warriors by himself. Cheng Shanming, the governor of Jingzhou, died, and the fate of the world was decided!
The steps made of simple blue bricks extend from the top.

clatter! clatter! clatter!
Fang Xuan walked down the stairs at a steady pace until the stairs completely disappeared from his sight. A huge and open underground palace appeared in Fang Xuan's eyes.

There were no candles lit in the palace, but each golden pillar was inlaid with several eternal stones. After Fang Xuan appeared, the increasingly bright light quickly illuminated the entire hall.

This is the place where all the secrets of Jingzhou City are held.

In addition to the various treasures that Cheng Shanming tried his best to collect in Jiuzhou, there is also the largest dragon vein under the entire Jingzhou city.

But now the dragon spirit has long gone from my heart, and instead, loneliness is everywhere.

"Is this the inner treasury of Jingzhou City? It's magnificent and yet vulgar!"

Zhao Chuanxiong followed Fang Xuan and just glanced inside casually before losing the desire to continue exploring.

As powerful wandering gods, there are very few things in the world that can attract them. What's more, most of the things piled up in the warehouse of Jingzhou City are mundane things that a mortal like Cheng Shanming can collect.

Fang Xuan nodded gently and said softly: "Senior, you are injured!"

After the battle just now, he had already noticed that Zhao Chuanxiong's breath was a little mottled, but he didn't want to reveal Zhao Chuanxiong's injuries in front of the many warriors in Jiuzhou.

At this moment, without any spies in the inner treasury, Fang Xuan expressed his concern for Zhao Chuanxiong.

Zhao Chuanxiong reached out and rolled up the sleeve of his left arm. The black veins spread from his arm to his wrist, standing out particularly against his strong muscles.

"This bastard has practiced poison skills all his life, but I didn't expect that even his soul has been tempered with the poison."

"I have traveled across the Nine Provinces for hundreds of years, but I didn't expect to capsize in this ditch!"

Fang Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with some worry: "Senior, if you need anything, just tell me!"

Zhao Chuanxiong shook his head. "For this injury, there is no need to use any natural treasures. I can just use my spirit to temper my body a few times and it will heal!"

"But for the next period of time, I can no longer use the power of the spirit!"

"Fang Xuan, things have been unsettled in Daqian recently. It's a good thing that you took over Jingzhou City, but I'm a little worried about them now."

Fang Xuan waved his hand gently and said:
"Don't worry, senior. Jingzhou is ours!"

(End of this chapter)