From a hostile position, Chiba Shichiro died in his own hands, and Fu Jingyu should be happy.

However, instead of being happy, his face was filled with a hint of sadness.

Putting aside the positions of both sides, it is undeniable that Chiba Shichiro is a respectable swordsman.

He chose to die under his own sword for the sake of the Fusang martial arts world.

Fu Jingyu knew that if he hadn't kept Chiba Shichiro's sword just now, he would probably have fallen to the point of being seriously injured at least.

But instead of doing so, he chose to die.

He wanted to use his death to inspire the new generation of martial arts practitioners in Fusang.

Fu Jingyu's mood is very complicated, but the mood of others is very good.

This No. 1 swordsman in Fusang, who had previously defeated dozens of Huaxia warriors with the strength of one person in a row, and now, he was finally killed by this powerful warrior in Huaxia.

For everyone, this is not a victory for one person, but a collision of martial arts between countries.

Huaxia, win!

Everyone's eyes fell on the man wearing a straw hat and paid their respects.

It was him, it was he who kept the dignity of Huaxia.

Fu Jingyu sighed softly, then walked over slowly, picked up Chiba Shichiro's body, and finally, carried it on his back.

Seeing his actions, everyone was full of doubts.

What is he going to do?

Fu Jingyu ignored anyone's gaze, and after he picked up Chiba Shichiro on his back, he walked directly towards the position under the mountain.

Seeing this, Qin Bu'er was anxious.

"Where are you going, old man?"

Fu Jingyu's figure paused slightly.

But then he just raised his hand and waved it, and then disappeared from everyone's eyes without looking back.

Qin Buer was stunned.

What's the matter, old man?

After thinking about it for a while, he understood Fu Jingyu's mood, and suddenly fell silent.

He put himself in Fu Jingyu's position, and found that if he was replaced by himself, it was estimated that he would be more uncomfortable than the old man.

At this moment, Qin Buji thought of Ji Ruhu.

If he killed Ji Ruhu that night, maybe his performance at that time would be even more unbearable, right?

It has been said that it is not your friends who know you best, but your enemies.

When you have a friend who is on par with you, you will find that you subconsciously want to be friends with this person.

Because he is the one who knows you best, and he is the one you know best!

When this person dies in your hands, that feeling of loss will accompany you for a long time.

Perhaps, Fu Jingyu is like this now.

Fu Jingyu's departure also made the Dragon Emperor's face show a look of loss.

Although this was the result he had already thought of, at this moment, he was still lost.

His brother is still unwilling to face himself.

For that woman, for the sake of the thing he did back then, he still couldn't let go!

The loss in the Dragon Emperor's heart only lasted for a moment, and his face was full of smiles again.

He was never a pessimist.

Although he couldn't meet his old brother, it didn't prevent him from feeling better.

First, his grandson successfully broke through his strength and became a real master of breaking the mirror.

Second, his brother was finally willing to come out of the mountains.

The Dragon Emperor knew that the biggest reason why Fu Jingyu chose to show up to fight Chiba Shichiro was for himself.

His own legs were paralyzed, and his strength was greatly reduced, and the Dragon Emperor knew that in such a state, there was a high chance that he would not be able to beat Chiba Shichiro.

Especially the earth-shattering sword that Chiba Shichiro used just now, to be honest, the Dragon Emperor thought that he couldn't stop this state.

If a brother can do this for himself, what reason do he have to be angry?

He killed his most respected opponent, and it was normal for him not to see himself in such a bad mood.

The Dragon Emperor's mood became very happy.

If you don't see it, you won't see it, and when your legs are healed, go find him in person, isn't it?

Thinking of this, the Dragon Emperor laughed and said loudly: "Fusang's first swordsman, Chiba Shichiro, was killed by my Huaxia powerhouse, and I am strong in the Huaxia martial arts world, and now that the strong enemy has fallen, this matter will end here, everyone is scattered......"

As the words fell, the martial arts masters gathered from all over the country on the top of the mountain began to leave in twos and threes......

However, each of them had excitement on their faces.

It is conceivable that it will not be long before the news that the No. 1 martial arts master of Fusang was killed by a strong man in China will spread throughout China, and then throughout Asia and the world......

……

Ji Ruhu is still practicing swords.

He had already stabbed out two thousand eight hundred and ninety swords, and he was one hundred and ninety swords away from three thousand swords!

Chiba Shichiro's predecessors didn't watch here tonight, but Ji Ruhu was very conscious, and he followed Chiba Shichiro's method, and every sword gathered all his essence and spirit.

He knew, knew that Chiba Shichiro had gone to the top of Kitayama outside the city.

also knew that Chiba Shichiro went there to challenge many martial arts masters in Huaxia.

I have to say, it was a pretty crazy decision.

This madness will cause him to lose his life......

Dingdingding......

Not far from Ji Ruhu's sword practice, there was a small table with a mobile phone on it.

At the moment, the phone is ringing.

Ji Ruhu slashed out a sword again, then stopped, walked over to pick up the phone, and pressed the answer button.

He didn't speak, but quietly listened to the person on the other side.

After more than ten seconds, he silently hung up his phone.

Then, Ji Ruhu walked into the house.

Soon, he came out again, holding a white banner in his hand!

Ji Ruhu climbed onto the tallest tree in the courtyard and hung up the white flag.

The white flags fluttered in the wind, Ji Ruhu stood on the branches and looked into the distance, and after a long time, he muttered: "Senior Chiba, go all the way......"

After speaking, he got down from the tree, walked over again, picked up the wooden sword again, adjusted his breathing, and with a solemn face, he slashed out another sword.

"Two thousand, nine hundred......" he silently counted in his heart.

……

The news of Chiba Shichiro's death in battle soon spread throughout the Chinese martial arts world.

This news came out of China again and spread to Fusang Beichen.

The news of the death of Chiba Shichiro spread throughout the country of Fuso, as well as the more distant world of martial arts.

Beichen One Knife Flow Dojo.

A long-bearded man with a black silk head was silent, and several rows of young warriors sitting across from him looked at the middle-aged man with grim expressions.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the king of our Beichen sword, our first swordsman in Fusang, Mr. Chiba Shichiro fought against the Chinese medical god Fu Jingyu, and unfortunately died!"

The long-bearded man said in a hoarse voice, his eyes bloodshot, his hands clenched tightly together, and the green tendons stood out.

Rumble......

When the words fell, the audience was in an uproar!