Fairy, I really am a villain!

At that time, Luo Wenlong was outside yelling and cursing, while the senior sister in white was sitting inside the house polishing her sword;

If Fang Xiwen had come back a little later, or if Fang Qingxiao had not waited for him, the two body parts would probably have been lying outside the Fang Mansion long ago.

Perhaps that would be a better ending for him. After all, he wouldn't have to feel his hopes dashed again, nor would he have to endure the ultimate indignity of being "fused together by blood" with a man.

It’s a pity that there is no medicine for regret in this world.

In Fang Xiwen's eyes, although Luo Wenlong was arrogant and domineering, no different from those playboys, he was stopped by him several times when he wanted to commit crimes, so he was not that bad.

Although he deserved to die, he didn't need to die in humiliation.

"Well, now it's two against one again."

Sighing inwardly, Fang Xiwen restrained his expression and said with a cold look in his eyes: "Yang Tianxiu, let me see your ugly struggle."

Chapter 401 Possibility and Ugliness

"How is this possible..."

Seeing the scene in the sky, all the ministers on the city wall were speechless for a moment.

They all watched the game with very distinct personal stances, and naturally a large number of people hoped that Yang Tianxiu and his team would win.

I thought that the two outside sceners could trample Fang Xiwen, who had just come to his senses, to death. Even if the latter broke through in the battle, he could only fight back for a while... But when he took out this secret weapon, his Dharma image changed its form, and he killed Luo Wenlong, who was also an outside scene, with one move?

Is this justified?

Why on earth can his appearance change so much?!

However, among the officials there were some with profound cultivation and sharp eyes. For example, Shen Lian could see at a glance that the weak point of the plant and wood skills had been found and the moves were restrained.

But the problem is, can such an extremely sharp sword intent that seems to be able to destroy all life be released casually?

In Shen Lian's eyes, the only people of the older generation who could achieve this level when they first entered the outdoor scene were the Sword God Lu Tiangang, the Sword Sect's Lingyue Fairy, and the owner of the Sword Forging Villa. Even the Mingyue Sect's Master Liu Zisheng couldn't do it.

Among the young generation today, there is no one else except the two sword-fighting beauties... Coincidentally, there are rumors in the martial arts world that Feng Liujian had affairs with both of these fairies.

"Alas, practicing the Pure Yang Dao is really a bloody trap!" Shen Lian thought.

"Wenlong, my son!!"

Suddenly, someone on the city wall knelt down on the ground, crying and wailing as he looked at the two halves of the corpse in the sky. The officials around him also showed some embarrassment on their faces.

But in the final analysis, apart from the Song Wenjing brothers, it was difficult for anyone present to empathize with the feeling of losing a son in middle age, and all they could do was to offer consolation in kind words.

Because the "infant mortality rate" of children from such aristocratic families is actually very low.

Firstly, they do not travel around the world, and secondly, when they go out, they go to places where their families have businesses. Wherever they go, they are accompanied by ceremonial guards and various powerful people to protect them closely.

Even the training was done in a secret little world——

Like the real second prince Gao Chengyou, the current little prime minister Yang Tianxiu and so on, the former has nine orifices and the latter is even an outsider, but they have no reputation in the world, and it is all because of this reason.

People who grow up in this way may be a little immature, but they don't need to experience the intrigues and deceptions in the world. They can become an outsider safely, suppress one side, help manage family affairs, and continue to pass on the growing family business.

They were born with a silver spoon in their mouths, destined from the beginning to stand above the ordinary people and rule over them... Just like Luo Wenlong, who was appointed as the Silver Medal at a young age, but now has been broken into two pieces, and it is not certain that the body can be put together intact.

"How can this be possible?!" His father was extremely angry.

After all, why did that little bastard from the Fang family point his sword at them when he could kill anyone else?!

If he was as domineering as those playboys, he would not only not become enemies with Luo Wenlong, but even if he killed someone, the latter would laugh and cover up for him.

In Luo Xuan's opinion, the two of them could have become good friends, and it was Fang Xiwen's fault that things had come to this!

"Fang Tianyu!! How on earth did you give birth to such a beast, huh?!"

Luo Xuan, who was dressed in a purple robe, almost lost his mind. He rushed forward a few steps, grabbed the Marquis' collar, and cursed loudly: "If I were you, I wouldn't fuck you at that time. I would rather face the wall--" "Get out of here!"

The scattered snowflakes around the city wall shook violently, a high-pitched dragon roar was heard, the wind was rustling, the python robe behind Fang Tianyu rolled up into the air, and the fist in the sleeve smashed out!

boom! !

The master's full-strength attack should have been able to destroy half of the city wall, but after a loud bang, the punch was caught by someone and only caused some air waves.

Snowflakes fell one after another, and an old man in plain clothes appeared in front of the Marquis. He lifted Luo Xuan with one hand and held his fist with the other dry hand.

A violent force drilled straight into the palm of his hand. Shen Lian's face changed slightly. He retreated half a step calmly, and cracks like palm lines appeared on the soles of his feet.

Snapped.

He flicked his sleeve to dispel the aftermath, and as Shen Lian let go, Luo Wenlong fell to the ground, looking at the cracks on the ground, his face turned pale, but

I dare not provoke anything impulsively anymore.

In front of everyone, Fang Tianyu actually dared to use all his strength to kill him!

"Marquis Xuanping's punches are really powerful."

Shen Lian shook his hands slightly and praised him, then glanced at the throne and continued:

"A duel before the Emperor is a matter of life and death, not of superiority or inferiority. Since Young Master Luo is determined to get in at any cost, it means he understands the rules."

"In this case, you shouldn't complain about the result, and as his grandfather, you should respect his choice."

Although it is a euphemism, the meaning is no different from "it's all your own fault."

Moreover, the person was already dead, so no matter how unbearable it was, he had to endure it. So Luo Xuan knelt down and saluted towards the throne, then was taken down from the city wall by the imperial guards.

At this moment, Fang Tianyu's stern face showed some bitterness, and he said softly: "Actually, he was not wrong in some places. I did...sigh."

Only poor people would say that they only care about giving birth but not raising the child. Why would a marquis like him say that?

But the fact is, he did not fulfill his duty of educating any of his three children. The eldest went to the Sword Sect for ten years, the second suffered a lot in the Demonic Path, and the youngest son made a big mistake despite his protection. He was protectively expelled from the Divine Capital, and came back like a changed person.

Sometimes Fang Tianyu also feels that he is a good-for-nothing, but he also has his own difficulties.

'If their mother were still alive...'

"Okay, grandchildren will have their own blessings, and we old folks are afraid that our concern will lead to confusion."

Shen Lian, who looked like an ordinary kind old man, walked over, smiled and patted him on the shoulder. It seemed like he was just saying it casually, but it also seemed like he had some hidden meaning.

With a shudder of his shoulders, Fang Tianyu shook off the hand of this "living devil" and continued to stare at the sky without saying anything.

~~

In the secret realm, the battle is going on with one side having a great chance of winning.

Once his teammates died, Yang Tianxiu’s greatest advantage in numbers was gone. He would then have to rely entirely on his own strength to fight against Fang Xiwen and his Hell God of War... and his Dharma image.

The latter is by no means a noble gentleman. He would not do anything like putting away his Dharma image and fighting him one-on-one like a real man.

Quite the contrary, Fang Xiwen not only activated his Dharma image, but also shamelessly learned their previous tactics:

"Next, I'll defend while you attack."

After saying this expressionlessly, Fang Xiwen threw the precious sword in his hand upwards and replaced it with the Mingde sword.

Then he stretched out his hand and slapped the sword, and layers of array patterns spread out, protecting his body as solid as a rock.

This small formation was like a fortress, moving with him on the ground, and the Dharma image that was extremely similar to him rose into the air, holding a long sword in his hand, his clothes turned into a bright red like maple leaves, and deep purple lightning flashed in his eyes.

The Dharma image controls the mighty power of the nine heavens!

Boom boom boom boom!

A violent attack poured down, and the thunderclouds spread out violently. Yang Tianxiu in the sky was struggling to cope with it, and was barely able to parry, but he had to drop in altitude to avoid this huge range attack.

Fang Xiwen below waited for a long time. He turned his wrist and used the Emperor's Sword Technique from bottom to top. The sword energy hit his back heavily, making a crisp bone-breaking sound.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

With a scream, Yang Tianxiu fell down with his gorgeous clothes that were scorched black by electricity. He fell to the ground with his back bent like a crayfish, raising a large cloud of dust.

However, Fang Xiwen did not pursue it. Instead, he strengthened the defensive magic circle around him, then controlled the Dharma image to land on the ground, and slowly pressed forward with it from the left and right.

Careful, serious and rigorous.

At this moment, Yang Tianxiu, who was pretending to be weak but actually lying on the ground preparing for a killing move, closed his eyes helplessly and finally felt a deep despair.

This enemy would not be careless, and even if he used words to tease him, he would never think of putting away the Dharma image;

Even if he showed weakness to the enemy, the enemy would not be greedy or reckless, and would not even give him a chance to die together;

After that strange and bizarre Dharma image came out, it had been maintained by the power of heaven and earth. It had been changing its form in various ways and using various martial arts skills. Logically, it should have consumed a lot of energy.

But the beast with the surname Fang not only seemed to have no burden at all, he even had the energy left to manipulate the formation and protect himself as impregnable as a rock!

In the battle that has lasted till now, he did not even bother to fly, and just kept attacking the Dharmakāya from below as if he was strolling in the garden.

Never flew once!

With this thought in mind, Yang Tianxiu's last breath of struggle was shattered, and he simply released the life-and-death move that he had been preparing for a long time.

He was seen supporting himself with one hand, trying to get up and die with dignity, but he exerted too much force and broke his spine instead.

His charred, gorgeous clothes were wrinkled and stuck to the ground, his whole body was bent into a "human" shape, and he was kneeling ugly in a pool of blood, like a twisted maggot, coughing and vomiting out his own organs.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Yang Tianxiu looked at the common man and smiled grimly, "You bastard, you hid yourself really well..."

Number four on the shitty list, shitty romantic swordsman!

Judging from Fang Xiwen's combat capability, it is no problem to say that he is invincible in single combat below the first level of the ladder.

Who can beat these two outsiders?!

"Excellent."

A dozen steps away from him, Fang Xiwen brushed the hem of his clothes, sat on the ground, and said calmly: "Do you have anything to ask me?"

The ferocious expression lasted for a moment, Yang Tianxiu grinned and reluctantly sat up.

He spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and asked in a cold voice: "What you said in front of the emperor, are they all true?"

"it is true."

Fang Xiwen nodded slightly. "The so-called eradication of the demon sect and the so-called strife between the two parties are all aimed at creating conditions that will allow me to kill you openly. Doing some good things is just a byproduct."

"...Just for the village girl I ravaged?"

"Well, I promised her."

The entire secret realm was in ruins after the three men's attack, but the wind in the forest was still calm, gently stirring the leaves after he finished speaking.

"...very good."