Cemetery!

Wan Rou's grave!

Fu Shu squatted there quietly, wiping the photos on the tombstone, his eyes were very gentle, gentle as the affection he had every time he faced Wan Rou.

"I'm sorry, Yau Yau, I'm leaving. When I go back this time, I don't know when I'll be able to come back to see you again. We have no chance in this life, and we hope that we can be together again in the next life. At that time, no matter how difficult and dangerous, no matter whether there were thorns or not, I would never let you leave my side again. ”

"Rourou, I have good news for you, our son is still alive and well. Thank you, thank you for everything you have done for me, I owe you this affection only in the next life. ”

"I'm sorry, I can't bring him back, I don't want him to know about the past and let him suffer and suffer. Staying in Wanjianmen may be his best way out. When I die, I will find someone to bury my ashes with you, and I can't be in the same bed in life, and I will be in the same hole in death. ”

Fu Shu muttered, tears flowing down unconsciously. For more than 20 years, he has never shed a single tear, but at this moment, he can no longer suppress the sadness in his heart. This woman has paid too much for him, and he owes too much.

Slowly getting up and standing up, Fu Shu stroked Wan Rou's voice and smile on the photo, and the corners of his mouth slightly hooked up a happy smile. No matter how much grief there is, no matter how much sadness there is, when the happiness between them sounds, he feels full in his heart.

"I'm leaving, goodbye!" Fu Shu muttered, turning around and leaving.

"Do you want to leave?" Wan Longtao's voice sounded.

Fu Shu was slightly stunned and said, "Isn't it enough?" Rourou is dead, and the grievances between us should be over, I don't want Rourou to be at ease under Jiuquan." ”

"Hmph, don't pretend to be affectionate in front of me. If it weren't for you, how could she have died? You are the shame of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate, and only by killing you can the shame of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate be washed away. Don't you love my sister very much? Wan Longtao said coldly.

"I know that Rourou wants me to live well. Wan Longtao, I don't want to fight you, no matter what, you are now my son's father, I don't want to kill you and make him sad. Fu Shu said.

"Kill me? It's up to you? Hmph, don't you forget, the Yi swordsmanship you learned is the martial arts of our Wanjian Sect, I know everything about it, do you think you can kill me? He shouldn't have known his origins, and this secret is best for him if it is kept hidden forever. Wan Longtao said coldly.

"Don't worry, since I said I wouldn't recognize him, I won't recognize him. Later I will leave Huaxia and return to South Korea, and I will never set foot in China again in my life, you can rest assured. I have only one request, and that is that I hope you will take good care of Markham. Fu Shu said.

"I only believe that the dead keep secrets, so you have to die for the sake of Markham or for the sake of the Ten Thousand Swordsmen. A chill burst out of Wan Longtao's eyes.

He has raised Markham for more than twenty years and has always regarded him as his own son. If Markham knew that his father was Fu Shu, he might blame his mother's death on his head and choose to leave Fu Shu. He couldn't let Markham leave, at that time, the only bone and blood of the Wan family, and the future cause of Wanjianmen would have to be entrusted to him.

Fu Shu frowned slightly, knowing that there was probably no way to persuade Wan Longtao to change his mind, and this duel was unavoidable. Taking a deep breath, Fu Shu said, "In that case, let's change places, I don't want Rourou to see this." ”

Since there is no way to avoid it, Fu Shu has no choice but to fight!

Yamashita!

The mountain wind is blowing, and the cold wind is biting!

Wan Longtao stared at Fu Shu coldly, and said in a cold voice: "Fu Shu, you should know that I have practiced the last form of the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect, and I know very well the Yi Sword Technique you have practiced, and you don't have any chance of winning at all." If I were you, I would obediently choose to kill myself, and still retain a little dignity. Otherwise, I'll crush you to ashes. ”

"There is no distinction between high and low martial arts, maybe the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect is indeed a step ahead of the swordsmanship, however, it may not be so easy for you to defeat me. Huaxia martial arts pays attention to personal cultivation, if the cultivation is not enough, even if you practice the last style of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect, you may not be able to kill me. Fu Shu said confidently.

In the past 20 years, he has devoted himself to studying Yi swordsmanship, although because the moves are not complete, he cannot practice Yi swordsmanship into a supernatural realm. However, under his painstaking study, his cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds. It's like a three-year-old with a stick in his hand, but he won't be a match for a full-grown man.

"Okay, I'd love to see how far your Yi swordsmanship has been, and let you see the Ten Thousand Swords Sect of my Ten Thousand Swordsmen. ”

When the words fell, Wan Longtao pinched his sword finger and stabbed Fu Shu's chest violently.

Before the person arrived, the sword qi had arrived! Sen Leng's killing intent seemed to be even more fierce than this biting cold wind, making people shudder.

Although Fu Shu had never seen the return of ten thousand swords, he had also heard Wan Rou mention this kung fu, and he naturally did not dare to be careless in his heart. Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect, as the most profound martial arts of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, has always been passed on to men and not to women. Moreover, the return of ten thousand swords is based on the Yi sword technique, and as soon as one move is made, the sword qi will be shrouded like a heavenly net, leaving people with nowhere to hide.

Fu Shu mentioned the spirit of the twelve, and the swordsmanship was also exerted to the extreme, and the sword pointed head-on.

I saw the figure shaking, the two were entangled together, and the fight was in full swing.

The return of ten thousand swords to the sect is worthy of the highest martial arts of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and the Yi sword technique is suppressed everywhere in the moves, if it weren't for Fu Shu's constant avoidance with his advanced cultivation, I am afraid that he would have been defeated.

Fu Shu's talent is very high, if it weren't for this, he wouldn't have learned Yi swordsmanship so quickly. After so many years of study, Yi's swordsmanship has exerted the greatest power in his hands. This made Wan Longtao also secretly surprised, looking at Wanjianmen for more than a hundred years, I am afraid that no one has been able to practice Yi swordsmanship to such a state. Besides, this is not the whole set of Yi swordsmanship, if Fu Shu knows the whole set of Yi swordsmanship, I'm afraid it will be even more unstoppable, right?

It is precisely because of this that the killing intent in Wan Longtao's heart is even stronger. How could he tolerate a foreigner practicing Yi swordsmanship to such an extent? How could he tolerate Yi swordsmanship spreading to a foreign land? Even if he gave up everything today, Fu Shu would be put to death.

In a matter of moments, the two had exchanged a hundred moves, no matter how good they were.

The diffuse sword aura slashed the surrounding leaves to the ground one after another, drifting with the wind.