The deepest affection in Gu Long's world

Chapter 45 The Death of Wuhua
Even more difficult?
These words aroused the curiosity of everyone present, because it now seemed that the young master of the Huashan Sect's plan had been a great success.

Even the Beggars' Sect, which was terribly cheated, still remembered the kindness shown to them in the end.

The Southern Shaolin Temple, in particular, deeply cherishes the debt of gratitude owed to them because of Wuhua's notebook.

The Anwang Mansion, which cooperated with them, reaped the benefits and took the opportunity to erase an old debt of gratitude they had owed to the Southern Shaolin Temple.

Other forces that voiced their support for Fang Yunhua also tore off pieces of flesh from the Beggars' Sect to satisfy their hunger.

So what formidable enemies will Fang Yunhua face next?
Chu Liuxiang, who had the quickest mind at the scene, came up with the answer.

"Wu Hua and Nangong Ling's mother!"

"You don't actually think that Li Qi, who nearly wiped out my Huashan Sect, would choose to quietly retire after taking revenge, do you? Just look at her two sons, and you can guess that this one is the most restless."

Fang Yunhua ran his two fingers over the blade of the Lingxiao Sword, and as he poured his Mingyu Gong internal energy into it, it caused a chilling aura to emanate from all around.

Wu Hua's eyes, however, turned fierce.

"Do you know who she is?"

"Not only do I know, but I believe they will all be able to guess soon. After all, there are only a few female powerhouses in the world, and the only one I can be so wary of is that one from the Divine Water Palace."

"Stone Guanyin!" Chu Liuxiang exclaimed.

Upon hearing this name, the gazes of everyone present toward Wuhua became even more solemn.

Shangguan Cangxing stroked his chin, thinking about what Fang Yunhua had mentioned about having another brilliant idea. It seemed that the other party's next move was most likely to target Shi Guanyin.

With this successful first collaboration, the Prince An's Mansion will likely provide ample assistance, provided, of course, that everything is profitable.

This made him excited as well.

After all, as martial artists, they all have some warlike tendencies within them to some extent.

Is she really as strong as the rumors suggest?

After Shangguan Cangxing raised this question, the others present fell silent, except for Wuhua, who sneered repeatedly before speaking.

"I admit that you, Elder Dai, and Master Tiannan are indeed quite strong, but I can guarantee that even if the three of you join forces, you will all be killed if you encounter her!"

"She's your mother, so of course you can praise her as much as you want."

Shangguan Cangxing curled his lip. His carefree personality aroused Chu Liuxiang's curiosity about this unfamiliar master.

Shangguan Cangxing, however, was unwilling to deal with troublesome figures like Chu Liuxiang. He then turned his gaze to Fang Yunhua, because the person who understood Shi Guanyin best was naturally her opponent or enemy, and he believed that the other party would give an objective evaluation.

Fang Yunhua didn't say anything, but simply nodded.

This shows that Wu Hua's bias towards his mother was not just one-sided praise, which instead aroused Shangguan Cangxing's even greater interest.

He didn't say anything more, nor did he gossip about the possibility that Fang Yunhua might seek revenge on Shi Guanyin soon. He simply took a few steps back and then made a throat-slitting gesture at Wuhua, who had just been so arrogant.

After Wu Hua's right eyebrow twitched slightly, all attention was focused on Fang Yunhua.

He knew perfectly well that he was doomed. All he could do now was drag Fang Yunhua down with him!
Although he thought Shi Guanyin was invincible, Fang Yunhua's scheme this time, especially the strange prophecy he heard from Chu Liuxiang, made him feel uneasy.

After gathering his thoughts, Wuhua gripped the blade in reverse with his left hand, held the long sword upright with his right, his left hand hanging down at his waist, and raised the sword to eyebrow level with the blade pointing outwards, seemingly ready to strike at any moment!

But his body remained motionless like a stone statue, his eerie gaze fixed on Fang Yunhua, the light of his blade and his gaze completely enveloping Fang Yunhua.

At that moment, the wind picked up.

Holding the Lingxiao Sword, Fang Yunhua slowly approached Wuhua. He could feel the opponent's killing intent growing stronger, and his hawk-like eyes were waiting for him to reveal a fatal flaw!

However, Fang Yunhua's movement exposed his vital points, which could kill him with a single blow!
Wu Hua was not fooled. He roared and slashed down with his long sword!

He was confident that he had accurately predicted all of Fang Yunhua's possible responses, and that Fang Yunhua had no way to retreat or avoid the situation!
This sword technique is a sure-kill move, and it is also Tenfu Shiro's ultimate skill: Wind-Facing One-Slash!
Clang! —

The blade flashed and fell, instantly producing a crisp sound of metal clashing!
Fang Yunhua did not retreat; he simply blocked the attack with a seemingly casual diagonal block.

This sword technique, which requires the force of the wind to unleash its full power, how could it possibly break through the sword style that has already become integrated into the wind!
Between life and death lies great terror, but also great breakthroughs. Wu Hua's Wind-Facing Slash finally helped Fang Yunhua step into the realm of mastering sword intent.

The wind grew increasingly fierce and turbulent, and the Lingxiao Sword, which could strike and then retract in a single move, was perfectly integrated into it, making the sword techniques it unleashed more and more ethereal and dreamlike!
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Thinking that his unstoppable Wind-Facing Slash would give him the upper hand and suppress his opponent Wuhua, he began to have to use parrying to deal with the sword lights that suddenly came from all directions. This made him retreat more and more in a sorry state!

The onlookers were already shocked, as they were all familiar with this unique skill of the Huashan Sect.

However, the power that others wielded was far inferior to that of Fang Yunhua!
This is truly the Qingfeng Thirteen Styles, which transcends the constraints of techniques!
This is why only Fang Yunhua can unleash his own unique Qingfeng Thirteen Styles!
Because the sword moves hidden in the gale exuded a chilling aura that made Wuhua feel his whole body freeze, every time the swords clashed, a force would appear that would cause his blood to freeze and his tendons to stiffen, and it began to seep into Wuhua's body!
Although Fang Yunhua's Mingyu Skill is only at the fourth level, as one of the four great divine skills in Gu Long's martial arts world, its icy properties would give it an unparalleled crushing effect on most enemies!
The quality of its internal energy was so high that Wuhua found it difficult to eliminate or resist it in battle.

At this moment, Fang Yunhua realized that he had underestimated himself and overestimated Wuhua. After casually taking away Wuhua's long sword, which was no longer able to be gripped due to his stiff fingers, he began to mercilessly leave bloody marks on his opponent's body!
Wu Hua's counterattack became increasingly chaotic and frantic!

Shaolin Divine Fist, Finger Flicking Skill, Wind and Cloud Palm, Deathly Attachment Technique
Wu Hua unleashed a variety of moves, some fierce, some sharp, and some unpredictable, yet he could not gain the slightest advantage.

He did his best to resist Fang Yunhua's storm-like attacks, but at the same time he felt a deep despair as his strength rapidly depleted and his life was about to plummet to the bottom.

His only advantage, which he was proud of and which could overwhelm Fang Yunhua, was rendered useless by the chilling force that had frozen his entire body!
An even stronger gust of wind tore open the corner of his eye in an instant!
In a daze, Wu Hua faced a sword light that was thrusting straight toward his throat. He no longer forced himself to use the last bit of strength in his body to dodge.

*Pfft!*

The sword light pierced his throat directly, and the flowing blood stained his already grime-stained moon-white monk's robe.

Fang Yunhua sheathed his sword and walked up to Wuhua, who was still barely alive and giving him a mocking smile.

“I know you can’t even say your last words right now, and I can guess what you’re going to say.”

The sarcasm in Wu Hua's eyes intensified. He tried to move his lips, and Chu Liuxiang, who was leaning over from the side, realized that Wu Hua was about to say, "I haven't lost yet."

"Are you referring to the final arrangements in Shaanxi, Shanxi, and Henan, inciting most of the forces rooted in these three places to unite and form an alliance against the Huashan Sect, which is seen as the biggest threat?"

Fang Yunhua watched with a smile as Wuhua's emotions rapidly shifted from mockery to disbelief to bewilderment to despair, and finally to a hint of curiosity to find the answer.

Wu Hua, who was barely clinging to life, finally received Fang Yunhua's reply.

"Die with regrets."

(End of this chapter)