The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 97 Friends (Part )

"It's the Seven Killers, run first!"

The moment he saw the bronze ghost mask, Fang Xun's pupils shrank sharply, and a voice rang in the ears of Yan Ming and Dongfang Que.

The three of them turned around without hesitation, and their figures disappeared instantly, turning into a thin line in the rain and rushing towards the village gate.

The Seven Assassins and Yan Feitian were stunned for a moment, as if they didn't expect Fang Xun to turn around and run away without saying a word.

With a laugh, Yan Feitian slowly said, "Fang Xun, don't you want to know whether Wei Lin is dead or alive?"

The sound was not loud, but it was clearly heard by the three people amidst the heavy rain.

Fang Xun trembled after hearing this, and instantly stood still at the entrance of the village. Dongfang Que and Yan Ming's hearts skipped a beat, and they also stopped and looked at Xun Ge'er with worried expressions.

Turning around slowly, Fang Xun stared at the bronze ghost face of the Seven Killers and asked word by word: "My master..."

He had only said three words when his expression suddenly changed drastically.

Just then, under the night sky, a blazing golden-red blade broke through the air and struck at an incredibly fast speed, like a thin line that cut the hazy rain curtain in two.

The heat waves surged along the way, and even evaporated the raindrops into white steam!
As the golden red light suddenly appeared, the Soul-Chasing Sword at Fang Xun's waist trembled, and in an instant he grasped it in his hand and stabbed forward.

In the hazy rain, two rays of light, one black and one gold, shine brightly, like a needle against a wheat spike.

Boom——

When the swords collided, unexpectedly, there was no crisp sound of metal colliding, but instead there was a sudden explosion like lightning and thunder.

The strong wind blew Dongfang Que and Yan Ming back a dozen feet, and Fang Xun also took a step back involuntarily. Although his face looked normal, his chest was heaving.

Looking up, they saw that the Seven Killers had come ten feet away from the three of them without them knowing it.

The blade of the jet-black sword in his hand was matte, and only the raindrops hitting the blade reflected a ray of moonlight into everyone's sight.

And the eyes of the bronze ghost mask were filled with a hint of mockery, curiosity, and surprise.

Dark clouds covered the sky and it was raining heavily.

In the hazy and dark rain curtain, Fang Xun's face was solemn, staring straight at the figure ten feet away, who looked like a devil or a ghost, and was filled with murderous intent.

Dongfang Que, who was forced aside by the strong wind, also realized that he was being stared at by a burning gaze.

He saw Zhao Feiyan staring at him, her eyes filled with desire and greed.

Suddenly Dongfang Que had no intention to pay attention to Zhao Feiyan's gaze at this moment. He just stared at the Seven Assassins with red eyes and a face full of resentment and roared.

"My Dongfang family was convicted of colluding with the Tianli Sect to rebel, and all 31 members of the family were executed. Did you do this?"

The Seven Killers looked surprised for a moment: "Are you from the Dongfang family? I didn't expect there are still survivors."

"Haha, everything was planned by Feiyan. It's a pity that we still haven't found the 'Record of Blood Essence and Essence Cultivation'!"

"Um?!"

Dongfang Que's eyes turned quickly when he heard this, and they struck Zhao Feiyan like a knife.

"Yan Feitian? You are Zhao Feiyan, so it's you!!!"

When he was about to say something, Fang Xun walked up to him, patted his shoulder, and signaled him to calm down.

Dongfang Que suppressed the hatred and resentment in his heart and said no more.

Fang Xun sighed in dismay, and looked at the Seven Killers across from him, asking word by word, "Is it you?"

He couldn't be wrong. The last time in Yongle Cave, the Seven Assassins had concealed their attack on him.

But the sword energy just now was full of murderous intent, masculine and domineering, and there was no longer any concealment. It was the wedding dress qi that Fang Xun was very familiar with!
"As smart as you are, shouldn't you have guessed it long ago? Now you're asking me, do you dare not believe it, or do you not want to believe it?"

The Seven Killers also looked at Fang Xun quietly with a pair of eyes, his tone was unusually calm.

Fang Xun took a deep breath, and many thoughts flashed through his mind, but in the end they all disappeared and turned into just one sentence.

"Xing brother, why?"

Yan Ming and Dongfang Que, who were standing by, were incredulous after hearing this. They couldn't believe that the other party was actually Jiang Xing!

The Seven Assassins slowly took off his ghost mask, finally revealing a face with a fierce look between his brows and an unruly look, which made Fang Xun feel mixed emotions.

He had some doubts in his mind several times before, but he was not really sure. In addition to him, Wei Lin, Dongfang Que, Yan Ming, and Duan Mingfu.

Just over five months ago, in Sanshui County, Jiang Xing had flipped through the book "The Magical Art of Wedding Dress" in the study of his residence, which he planned to use to cheat people in the future.

Jiang Xing did not answer Fang Xun's question, but just said with a smile on his face.

"Xun brother is worthy of being Xun brother. When I was a child, I knew you were not an ordinary person. Now I see that it is true. In just a few days, you have improved and can take my casual blow head-on."

The tone was familiar, relaxed, and if you didn't know better you would think it was just a casual chat between friends.

Boom——

Another thunder exploded, illuminating Fang Xun's face with a pale look. He asked those three words again.

"why?"

Jiang Xing let out a long sigh and his expression became complicated.

"No reason, it's Wei Shibo who threatened Feiyan!"

After hearing this, all the emotions in Fang Xun's heart gradually subsided.

"That's not what I'm asking. What I want to ask is, why did you hide the fact that you were practicing the Wedding Dress Divine Art from me?"

"You would rather endure the backlash of the Wedding Dress Divine Art than ask me, your friend, the correct way to practice it."

Boom——

Another bolt of lightning struck, illuminating Jiang Xing's face which was stiff, filled with a mixture of emotions such as guilt and disbelief.

"Will you really teach me?"

Fang Xun sighed and said calmly, "You judge others by your own standards. You think I will hide my secrets, or you think I will turn hostile if I know you stole the secret book. So, you don't regard me as a friend at all."

Boom——

This thunder seemed to strike Jiang Xing's heart. For the first time, an emotion called regret emerged in his heart. He looked at Fang Xun without saying a word.

At this time, Zhao Feiyan walked up to him and held his hand tightly.

"My dear, now that things have come to this, there is no point in thinking about it any further."

Jiang Xing suddenly came back to his senses when he felt the soft touch of her hand which was slightly warm.

In an instant, he completely dispelled all the emotions in his heart.

After taking a deep breath, all the expressions on his face disappeared.

"Unfortunately, it's too late. Calculating the time, Dad should have succeeded by now."

Fang Xun's heart skipped a beat, a bad premonition surged from his heart like a tide, and he silently said something in his mind.

'Possess Zhu Wusi!'

In an instant, a terrifying force silently filled his body, along with Zhu Wusi's lifelong memories of martial arts.

In just a moment, everything about Zhu Wushi, including his skills, physique, and spirit, were superimposed on Fang Xun.

At this moment, no one in the field knew about the earth-shaking changes in Fang Xun's body, nor did they know that he had made up his mind.

Fang Xun still asked Jiang Xing word by word: "What do you mean it's too late? What did you succeed in doing?"

Jiang Xing had a blank expression on his face, and no emotion could be heard in his voice.

"Wei Lin died at the hands of my father!"

Boom——

Thunder roared, Fang Xun's eyes were cold, and he swung his sword at Jiang Xing without hesitation.

Jiang Xing seemed to have noticed something, and his expression changed drastically. He quickly pushed Feiyan beside him several feet away and swung the black knife in his hand without thinking.

Boom——

Lightning struck, illuminating the figures of two people about to collide in the rain.

(End of this chapter)