The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

The venue was in complete silence. Everyone held their breath, slowing down their breathing unconsciously, staring closely at the two Yangshen Grandmasters in the field, fearing that they would miss the next exciting fight.

But Yu Bingtian's heart gradually sank.

His expression was extremely solemn, and he could clearly feel that Fang Xun on the opposite side was slowly gathering strength.

He wanted to take action to interrupt the other party's momentum, but he was not sure, and Qiao Zhengyang was watching him closely.

After taking a deep breath, Yu Bingtian spoke slowly.

"Great! It will be a great pleasure to fight against the Black Hand Sword!"

Fang Xun said calmly: "I won't take advantage of you. Go and take care of your affairs first. Come and fight me when you have nothing to worry about!"

Yu Bingtian's face darkened, but he didn't say anything. His figure instantly broke through the air and returned to the stands. Qiao Zhengyang didn't say anything to stop him, but just watched quietly.

At this moment, all the disciples of Jinyang Sect were pale with fear, knowing clearly that after today, their sect would probably cease to exist.

Yu Bingtian slowly explained all his final arrangements to his disciples. He was not sure that he could survive Fang Xun's hands, and he had already made up his mind to die.

The others just watched quietly without shouting or interrupting, and all communication with each other was done in secret, which was the ultimate respect for a Yangshen Grandmaster.

Some of the Jinyang Sect's disciples couldn't help but burst into tears, but the rest of them had cold expressions and were not moved at all.

This is how the world is. You die today, he dies tomorrow. They have seen too many separations of life and death.

If you kill an entire family and then have someone come to you seeking revenge, you deserve it.

Not long after, Yu Bingtian finished his arrangements and returned to the scene.

On his back was a golden spear with a tiger head. The spear was as red as fire, and just looking at it made people feel as if a heat wave was hitting their faces.

"Have you finished your funeral arrangements?"

Fang Xun held the demon-subduing pestle in his hand, his body standing like a javelin, and his self-control was very good.

"Is the Marquis so confident?"

Yu Bingtian suddenly laughed, a frank laugh.

"I myself have already produced the Yang Spirit before my spiritual power was revived. Now I have completed the furnace casting and entered the stage of pill formation."

Fang Xun said calmly: "So, what do you want to say? Are you still expecting me to spare your life?"

"I know that I have no chance of survival today. The only thing I am worried about is my disciples and descendants. I will surely die, but with just one word from the Marquis, they should still be able to survive."

Yu Bingtian had a calm expression on his face, and death seemed like a trivial matter to him.

After Yu Bingtian's death, even if Fang Xun ignored his descendants and disciples, other people who coveted the Jinyang Sect's martial arts and wealth would come to settle accounts with him under various high-sounding pretexts.

But as long as Fang Xun said "don't let the disaster affect your wife and children", they could have a chance to survive.

His performance made Fang Xun look at him with new eyes. He was indeed a Yangshen Grandmaster who had achieved a breakthrough before his spiritual inspiration revived. His mind was polished to be smooth and flawless.

Faced with the great terror between life and death, he simply accepted it calmly, without throwing a tantrum or showing any ugly behavior.

However, Fang Xun said calmly: "What does their life or death have to do with me?"

Yu Bingtian said calmly: "If I fight to the death, I may leave irreparable injuries to the Marquis. The Marquis has made a big splash today, but he has also caused fear among the various martial arts sects in Jiangnan.

Everyone can barely accept that there is a chivalrous man named Qiao Zhengyang in Jiangnan.

However, no sect could accept Lin Chuanhou, who was eccentric and domineering and loved to confiscate people's property and destroy their families.

If the Marquis is injured, his foundation will be severely damaged, and then he will be attacked by both open and covert attacks."

Qiao Zhengyang's face tightened. The other party was right. Yu Bingtian was much stronger than Qiu Batian.

At this point, he was determined to die, and if he fought to the death, he might actually leave Fang Xun with irreparable injuries.

Yu Bingtian was not only pleading for his disciples and grandchildren, but also trying to win over the other party.

Of course Fang Xun couldn't let Yu Bingtian go, but if he was thinking about him during the fight, he would fall into his opponent's trap.

The fight between masters is not only a test of strength, but also a test of momentum and state of mind. One side is determined to fight to the death and both sides will suffer losses, while the other side has reservations.

This situation might reduce Fang Xun's ability to perform well.

Yu Bingtian's words are more effective than hundreds or thousands of moves in battle.

Thinking of this, Qiao Zhengyang's face darkened and his figure flashed to Fang Xun's side.

"Marquis Lin Chuan, this guy deserves to die, but what he said is true. It is easy to dodge a spear but hard to guard against an arrow from the dark. Just in case, let's take him down together!"

Yu Bingtian's face darkened: "Great! I am so lucky to have the help of Master Qiao and the Black Hand Sword to kill me!"

Fang Xun did not reply, but turned his gaze to the distant stands, and saw a group of people with flickering eyes. When they saw the other party looking at him, they quickly lowered their heads, as if they were guilty, and as if they did not dare to look Fang Xun in the eye.

Even Xiao Wanren and Wu Shanshui, who represented Broken Sword Villa and the Great River Alliance, avoided looking into Fang Xun's eyes.

When Fang Xun said before that he wanted to raid Baili Lou’s house, everyone just watched it for fun.

And now, Fang Xun is going to take action against the Jinyang Sect again. Although the Lin family’s affairs are the reason, it is entirely Yu Bingtian’s own fault.

However, this still made the various martial arts sects in Jiangnan feel grief-stricken.

Today, Marquis Lin Chuan was able to raid Baili Tower and Jinyang Gate, so can he also raid my house in the future?
If this is really the case, I’m afraid that after a few more martial arts conferences, there won’t be many major martial arts sects left in Jiangnan.

After seeing this scene, Xin Yan sneered again.

"They are all a bunch of cowards who only dare to hurt others behind their backs and dare not even fart in front of others!"

No one refuted, but remained silent. Only Ren Chunfeng sighed.

"You guys, ah." He shook his head, said no more, and started pouring wine and drinking.

Dongfang Que sneered and said nothing, while Xiao Qianfeng looked at the beauty with disdainful expression and wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't open his mouth. He could only drink to relieve his irritability.

Bai Qingmeng, who had remained quiet all the time, turned his head slightly and glanced around. After scanning everyone's faces one by one, he returned to his trance-like state.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the venue was subtle. The other warriors in the studio also noticed the strangeness in the air, but they dared not make a sound.

At this time, Fang Xun in the field finally spoke.

"Master Qiao, please be patient. He can't hurt me."

He sneered and suddenly a flaming gun head appeared in his hand.

"No matter what your character is, you have inherited the true spearmanship from General Lin, and I happen to know a little bit about spearmanship as well."

Looking at the gun in Fang Xun's hand, Yu Bingtian's face changed. His spiritual sense sensed an unprecedented danger, as if he was personally in a world of fire.

"You think you can damage my foundation, then you can try. I won't take advantage of you. I will only shoot you three times. If you are still alive after three shots, I will not only protect your descendants and disciples from being liquidated, but I will also let you go today!"

As he spoke, Fang Xun slowly placed the gun tip on the demon-subduing pestle.

In an instant, the Sanskrit characters engraved on the stick turned a deep scarlet red, as if it was a symbol of the wrath of the Buddhist Vajra King, and the demon-subduing pestle immediately turned into a flaming spear.

boom--

The faces of the warriors in the venue changed one after another. Everyone felt that a terrifying heat wave was sweeping and spreading with Fang Xun as the center, and the air in the venue was distorted by the high temperature.

This fire spear has terrifying fire power. Although it has great killing power, the fire power can also backfire on itself.

In the original novel, every time before using the Fire Spear, Master Kaiming would put on the holy robe of Jadi, otherwise he would not be able to withstand the backlash of the fire with his skills.

Fang Xun held the scarlet and burning gun barrel in his hand, his face remained calm and he didn't care about the backlash at all.

Qiao Zhengyang saw something and smiled in relief, "I was overthinking it. I'm afraid he can't even take one shot, let alone three!"

"Three shots?"

Yu Bingtian's face was extremely solemn. Although he had received Fang Xun's promise, he found that the determination to die in his heart was also broken.

Even ants try to survive, let alone humans?
Who really wants to die when there is a chance to survive?
Yu Bingtian immediately collected his mind, raised the red tiger-head golden spear behind him in his hand and said in a deep voice.

"I still believe in Lin Chuanhou's promise. Let's make a move!"

"Heh, if it was before, he could still take three shots, but now I'm afraid it's hard for him to take even one shot!"

Ren Chunfeng, who was drinking by himself in the stands, shook his head. He could see that Yu Bingtian had completely lost his will to die.

But what also disappeared was the determination to fight to the death.

Once the spirit is gone, it will not be possible to gather it together again in a hurry.

Fang Xun's witty words directly turned the tables on Yu Bingtian!
"Look, the first shot is coming!"

boom--

Fang Xun's voice was like thunder and lightning, and the flaming spear in his hand trembled up. The flame on the spear head was like a red tassel, and behind him it was like a peacock spreading its tail.

Scarlet flames suddenly rose up and a red lotus blossomed!
As the spear was swung, a heat as intense as burning mountains and boiling seas erupted in an instant, causing the air in all directions to burn fiercely!
Outside the field, countless warriors in the acquired, innate, and Yin Shen realms couldn't help but hold their breathing, and their faces turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, even if they were just watching the battle from the sidelines, they could only feel the terrifying flames rushing towards them, as if they would be swallowed up in the next moment.

There were even quite a few people who actually closed their eyes, as if they were waiting to die.

Although Fang Xun's shot was powerful and awe-inspiring, his movement did not seem to be fast, and Yu Bingtian could see its momentum clearly.

He even specifically reminded people out loud to show that he was being aboveboard.

Yu Bingtian, who was facing the gunshot, felt as if he was in a furnace, being roasted and burned by the terrifying Three Flavors True Fire.

After the nine-nine count, the devil is destroyed, and after the three-three line, the path is complete and the path returns to its roots.

Before I could think about it, I saw him using his profound skills and raising his gun to resist.

In an instant, the tiger-headed golden spear danced out a spear flower shaped like a fire phoenix.

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The loud whistle is like the dance and cry of a fire phoenix.

But when he moved, his expression was very strange.

It seems to be a distortion of fear, but also like surviving a disaster.

Even though the bullet hadn't hit him yet, he felt as if he was already dead. Then he realized in an instant that he was not dead, and he felt a sense of surviving a disaster.

This contradictory feeling is extremely weird.

Both of them attacked seemingly slowly but were actually fast. The process looked slow, but in just a moment, the gun tips collided.

Ding--

After the sound of pearls falling on a jade plate, Yu Bingtian realized something and his face suddenly changed.

But the moment the two guns collided, the scarlet flames in the sky turned into a sea of ​​gray-white calamity energy, which made people feel that they were doomed just by looking at it.

Fang Xun's shot was nothing else but a smooth and flawless connection with another killing move representing the end, after the Ming King's karmic fire's intention to destroy the world rose.

Three Knives, Four Swords, Seven Killings——(End of this Chapter)