The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

In the pitch darkness, Gong Wuhou felt that all his senses, including vision, hearing, smell, and touch, had disappeared.

But the mind is like still water, without any ripples.

In his life, he had become accustomed to darkness and it no longer caused him any fear.

But deep in my heart, I instinctively felt a chill, as if death was approaching rapidly.

"It's not bad to be free from this."

A hint of relief flashed through Gong Wuhou's heart, and her pupils glowed red. The eyes of blood and tears created by Nuwa's blood were stimulated to the extreme.

In an instant, the eyes of blood and tears illuminated the entire body, leaving nothing unseen.

The dim sword light was already approaching him. Gong Wuhou showed no joy or sadness, and he did not dodge. The scarlet sword in his hand shone with a cold light.

choke--

But the scarlet sword light flashed and disappeared in an instant. The speed of this sword was so fast that even Fang Xun could only barely catch it.

A Hundred Years of Blood and Tears: The Sword of the Soul

The gray and scarlet lights collided instantly, but strangely, there was no aftermath.

Puff——Puff——

Only two sounds were heard, and the darkness that filled the sky and the earth disappeared without a trace, and the smoke covered by black and white smoke regained its brightness.

The buildings silently turned into smoke and dissipated, and two figures stood facing each other in the field, less than three feet apart.

Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-

Blood dripped, and then a scarlet sword tip pierced through Fang Xun's lung and stabbed out from behind.

Gong Wuhou was also traumatized by the spring rain that she heard all night in Xiaolou, which pierced her chest. Her heart was broken and she was in the last moments of her life.

The two people, who were less than a meter apart, looked at each other, as if they had turned into two sculptures, silent.

After an unknown amount of time, Fang Xun finally spoke slowly: "Why don't you hide?"

He knew very well that even if Gong Wuhou could not dodge the sword he had just struck, the sword could still avoid the heart. However, the opponent did not dodge, and the tip of the sword entered his heart.

"Since living itself is a price to pay, why should I hide?"

A hint of relief flashed across Gong Wuhou's beautiful eyes, and then she completely lost her breath.

Soon, the beautiful figure in red disappeared, leaving Fang Xun alone in silence.

Gong Wuhou's life is filled with darkness and despair. Just as he himself said, being alive is also a heavy price to pay.

After a while, Fang Xun sighed and said silently in his heart: "Absorb Gong Wuhou's martial arts memory and insights."

All of a sudden, a lot of insights and memories came flooding into my mind.

Fang Xun ignored the wound that was still bleeding and closed his eyes to absorb the insights.

Although Gong Wuhou, this celestial being, had a tragic fate, she was actually very powerful, especially after her state of mind was elevated after she died once.

If the other party had not been so determined to die, the odds of Fang Xun winning against him would have been at most 60-40.

Although Gong Wuhou's understanding of martial arts was beneficial to him, Fang Xun valued the Eye of Blood and Tears, or the drop of blood, more.

This is the most precious thing on Gong Wuhou's body - a drop of blood from the goddess Nuwa!

Compared with the accompanying supernatural power of the Eye of Blood and Tears, Fang Xun values ​​the Dao rhyme contained in this drop of blood more. If one can comprehend a trace of its essence, one will be ecstatic.

About a quarter of an hour later, Fang Xun appeared in the training ground again, and his momentum returned to normal.

Looking towards the sixth door, I saw the third name had already appeared. [Yuan Xie Huang, Zhenwu Realm, from "Golden Light Puppet Show", to be defeated]

"Crab roe"

Seeing this name, Fang Xun subconsciously looked at the "Great Wisdom" on the fourth door.

Yuan Xiehuang, the overlord of the demon world, is the descendant of the ancestral Candle Dragon, the creator of the world. The power of his bloodline is powerful and he also possesses terrifying time abilities.

In the original novel, Yuan Xiehuang appeared just when Que Zhou was leaving, and the two big bosses had an earth-shaking collision between the old and the new.

At that time, Quezhou's consciousness was on the verge of breaking, and he was on his deathbed. Yuan Xiehuang was also reborn in a far less favorable state than his prime.

These two BOSSes who were the ceiling of Jin Guang’s military power were both half-crippled, but Yuan Xiehuang was in better condition and killed Que Zhou directly.

In the martial arts hall, both of them were at their peak strength without any compromise.

"The equally famous Yuan Xie Huang only appeared as the third one. Que Zhou, who is in the Yin Shen Realm, is indeed unfathomable in strength."

When Fang Xun thought about the realm that the Martial Arts Hall had marked for Quezhou as the 'Yin Shen Realm', the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

After taking another look at the other person's name, Fang Xun stopped pushing the door and sat down cross-legged.

After defeating two characters in a row, Fang Xun decided to digest the situation for a while. Now he could use the Eye of Blood and Tears first.

"Receive the Eye of Blood and Tears."

Along with a silent recitation in his heart, a drop of blood appeared out of thin air in the Niwan Palace.

In an instant, a sacred aura filled with the radiance of motherhood spread, and Fang Xun couldn't help but feel like worshipping her.

After the blood appeared, it instantly flew out of the Niwan Palace and merged into the eyes.

In an instant, Fang Xun's eyes were covered with a faint blood light, which was sacred and noble, and filled with the glory of motherhood.

Outside, Tie Wuxin suddenly noticed the change in Fang Xun's aura, and quickly turned around to look, only to see that the other party was emitting a blood-red fluorescence all over his body.

This blood-red fluorescence did not make people feel evil. Tie Wuxin only felt a great breath that contained the fragrance of life.

Then the blood-red light spread out layer by layer, creating ripples in the void.

Tie Wuxin felt absurd because he couldn't help but feel an urge to worship him.

"What the hell is wrong with this kid?!"

He resisted the urge and quickly reached out to put his hand on Fang Xun's shoulder to check on his internal condition, fearing that something might have gone wrong with his practice.

After sensing that the other person's body was in better condition, Tie Wuxin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The next moment, Fang Xun suddenly opened his eyes, which scared Tie Wuxin again.

His pupils were bloodshot and his eyes were empty, and he was still in a deep state of meditation.

Two inches below the right corner of the eye, a bright red teardrop mole slowly emerged, and then Fang Xun slowly closed his eyes.

"This is?"

Tie Wuxin didn't know what was going on, but he instinctively felt that this was a good thing, so he relaxed again and looked at the other person with admiration.

"Tsk, what kind of kung fu did she practice? She even made her face prettier."

The face is still the same, but with a little red teardrop mole, Fang Xun's straight features have become much softer, giving people a delicate feeling. Even Tie Wuxin couldn't help but use the word "beautiful" to describe it.

Fang Xun, who was influenced by Nuwa's blood rhyme and entered a state of enlightenment, did not know that he had become a good candidate for cross-dressing.

At this moment, his mind was free of thoughts and everything in the world seemed to have disappeared, leaving only a deep darkness. (End of this chapter)