The sword light didn't really fall on him, otherwise he would have been split into 3,600 pieces by the eighteen sword qi. The outer sword pressure like a raging wave just swept fiercely, and at this time, the wind on his body had long been defeated by the scattered sword qi, and the terrifying sword pressure was mixed with a flowing wind blade, directly opening many shallow, blood-spurting grooves on his body.

Fang Tianhang fell.

In a thorough "Luther" stance, he lay down in the sand in a large figure, pressing a shallow pit out of the sand.

His colorful robe had long since turned into a strip of cloth, and it didn't look much better than a beggar's uniform. Her brownish-yellow hair is stained with golden grains of sand, and it looks like churros mixed with sesame seeds. His face was covered with tiny scratches, and drops of blood seeped out of the scratches like fine agate beads, rolling all over his face. Not to mention the deep and shallow wound on the arm.

The blood slowly seeped out, rendering a disconnected and disconnected blush in the shallow pit of the large font, for the master of the peak of mortal dust, such an injury could be cured with just a little golden medicine, and it was still very early before it was fatal. Fang Tianhang could have endured some pain, got up from the shallow pit, drew his sword and fought again, but at this time, he just wanted to lie quietly in the shallow pit until the end of the world.

The emerald green long sword in his hand had been completely shattered at this moment. It was as if pieces of the starry sky were falling from mid-air and spilling around with a clang. The sword shattered, and at the same time shattered the will of a swordsman.

Fang Tianhang never thought that in the face of Wan Jian Xin, he would be able to defeat so quickly.

He is the pride of the sky, the first young master in the world on the "White Dragon List", a dignified court official, a mortal-level peak powerhouse who spent countless precious resources of the Divine Sword Gate and the imperial court to piece together, and the next undefeated sword god on the bright side of the Southern Empire, but at this time, he is just a defeated general under the grass people.

Wan Jianxin also didn't expect that in the face of Fang Tianhang, he could win so easily.

He is one of the twin sons of the Divine Sword Sect, he is Fang Tianhang's junior disciple, he is the best candidate for the next First Elder of the Divine Sword Sect, and he is the righteous path sword cultivator who has to obey the orders of Fang Tianhang, the successor head of the sect, all his life. He should have had a quiet and elegant life, a life of integrity, refreshing, clear, incompatible with the Demon Dao, and life and death with the Divine Sword Sect, instead of being betrayed by the sect he has always believed in as Ting is now, and then watching the culprit who betrayed himself and almost killed himself lie at his feet like a dehydrated toad.

More than five years ago, Wan Jianxin thought that Fang Tianhang was the biggest opponent in his life, a whetstone to sharpen himself. Before comprehending the killing path, before breaking through, Fang Tianhang's swordsmanship had actually been faintly suppressing Wan Jian Xin, otherwise it would not be possible to have the Divine Sword Twins praised by the world.

Five years later, Wan Jianxin also thought that Fang Tianhang was the biggest enemy in his life, and he was a person worth spending his life studying to deal with, when he came to the secret realm of the East China Sea, he planned the big battle between himself and Senior Brother Fang, and also dreamed of such a earth-shattering decisive battle between ghosts and gods, and longed for the two of them to run out of vitality and fight each other by simple swordsmanship, the thrill and excitement of killing each other with a small flaw, and longed for the bloody battle between the Iron Sword Gate and the Divine Sword Gate for the world's swordsmanship.

However, he never expected that the decisive battle between him and Fang Tianhang could be like this...... Unfinished?

Wan Jianxin's sleeves hung down, and the whole person stood on the sandplain like a statue, like a monument left by a generation of sword saints when they feathered and ascended to immortals. The Heavenly Expedition let out a low chirp, which Wan Jianxin could understand, it was the holy weapon expressing his dissatisfaction.

At this time, Fang Tianhang only had the emptiness of despair in his heart, what shame, what anger, what hatred, what jealousy, all of them were burned by the battle just now, leaving only the despair and nothingness of the eternal dung pit. Fang Tianhang only understood at this time that the original extreme sense of humiliation was such an empty sense of nothingness, there was no anger, no outburst, only complete silence and death. At this time, he was lying quietly on the ground, covered with dust and wounds, and he really wanted to lie quietly on the ground like this, without the comfort of others, without the encouragement of others, without the accusations of others, without the need for others to be abused, without the ridicule of others, and without anyone caring at all, he just lay on his stomach, motionless, and completely turned into a corpse, a mass of rotten flesh, a dry bone, and a stone.

At this time, Fang Tianhang was not even in the mood to find a crack in the ground to get into.

At this time, Wan Jianxin was as angry and disappointed as buying a fake in his heart. He originally thought that Fang Tianhang would no longer be useful, but the elixirs he swallowed would never be fakes, right? His cultivation at the peak of Qi Transformation could not be fakes, right? His ambition and jealousy that he had always wanted to surpass himself and become the real number one young master in the world were not fake, right? However, the sad thing was that the decisive battle between them was a fake that could not be returned after being bought.

Wan Jianxin felt that he was not worth it, it was not worth being angry for five years for this villain who betrayed morality and threw himself into the devil's way, and it was not worth spurring himself for five years for this so-called number one young master in the official world. He once wanted to be like his master, defeated Fang Tianhang in a dignified manner, smashed the sword path in his hand, and then let him go generously, showing a high demeanor in front of him, making him understand the greatness of the righteous way swordsmanship, let him understand the insignificance of everything he has done, let him regard this fiasco as the biggest shame in his life, as a spiritual obstacle that hinders his advancement, and from then on his will is depressed, and he has no more progress, reaching the wonderful realm of killing without killing.

But now, he realized how naïve he was. Only then did he realize that he was not a master like his master after all, and he killed without killing?

Fang Tianhang's sword path was too fragile, like this person's glass heart overflowing with jealousy and some kind of inexplicable self-esteem. With just a few moves, all the efforts and sweat of this person for more than 20 years, and even all the painstaking and lonely speculation and drilling camp were written off. At this time, Fang Tianhang was not defeated by Wan Jianxin, let alone "killed without killing" by Wan Jianxin, because he had never really lived in front of Wan Jianxin.

At this time, Wan Jianxin only felt that whether he killed or not, he was extremely disgusting.

"Boring. He squeezed two words out between his teeth, trying to urge himself to turn around and leave, but he only felt that he couldn't move his legs. Wan Jianxin wanted to get a little justice for himself, a little justice for the former Divine Sword Sect, a little justice for the righteous girl who fell in front of him, and a little justice for those brothers who were sleeping in the Red Blood Secret Realm.

He lowered his head, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword was bruised.

He looked at Fang Tianhang's hair full of golden sand grains, and remembered that when he met Yinchen, he also wore such an abstract art-like head shape, and was called "Brother Killing Matt" by Yinchen, and thought that he and the garbage called Fang Tianhang in front of him wore clothes of the same color, kept the same shape of hairstyle, performed the same swordsmanship, and even had the same ideals. Thinking of this, Wan Jian's stomach churned, and his heart was full of fear.

"You waste, you don't deserve to stay in the Divine Sword Gate at all! Even the Divine Sword Gate, which has long been rotten by now, is not the place where you should stay as a muddy waste! You say, why don't you die?!" Wan Jianxin bent down, grabbed the brown and yellow long hair on the top of Fang Tianhang's head, and directly picked him up. Fang Tianhang instinctively struggled twice, and then he didn't move, his eyes were full of depression and nothingness.

Immediately after, Wan Jianxin angrily pulled out the Heavenly Expedition.

The sword in his hand bloomed with endless light, turning into a blade of light like Ling Chi around Fang Tianhang's body, there was no screaming, no begging for mercy, only the most complete humiliation and shattering.

The colorful clothes completely turned into pieces of flying rags, and the head shape of Kill Matt also turned into a slippery light bulb in an instant. Fang Tianhang fell down like soft noodles again, making the shallow pit of the large character a little deeper. Wan Jianxin raised his hand several times, but in the end, he didn't really stab down with a sword.

"You're not qualified, keep that head like killing Matt!" Wan Jianxin put down such an inconsequential-sounding sentence and turned to leave. He knew that the man was dead.

Or rather, he never lived in front of himself.

Wan Jianxin felt that every step he took was much lighter, and he really understood why the master looked so indifferent when he talked about Xue Wuxian at this time. He and Master have already said goodbye to the heavy past.

He didn't kill Fang Tianhang, he just killed himself who was immersed in humiliation and pain in the past. Wan Jianxin knew that from this moment on, he and Fang Tianhang would never have any intersection again. Even if they meet on the battlefield next time, Fang Tianhang is just an enemy soldier B in his eyes.

Wan Jianxin finally sighed and didn't say anything, as if that sigh would end all his past with Fang Tianhang, and even with Shenjianmen, and then, he put away his sword, sorted out his clothes, turned around, and left, wasting time with this waste, he was more concerned about the situation between Tiejianmen and the True King, I have to say that although Wan Jianxin is wild and arrogant, he is not a slight and cold character like Yinchen, with a gentleman, he can also become a gentleman, and with a hero, he can be a hero. Zhao Lingfeng himself is extremely clever, and he really doesn't have any bad intentions, coupled with his modern handling and management experience that has been poured into the silver dust, he has long looked down on the set of etiquette standards that respect and inferiority of masters and slaves in today's society.

Wan Jianxin has nothing to say to his friend's heart, after being betrayed, he is extremely afraid that he will be betrayed again, and on the other hand, he is very eager to be recognized as before, so there is no lack of accommodation Zhao Lingfeng, Zhao Lingfeng is definitely a guy who knows how to repay his kindness, or he was shaped like this by Shi Doucai and Zhao Guangyi, for Wan Jianxin's accommodation, not to say it on his lips, in his heart, he is afraid that he can't just forget it, and the relationship between the two is no longer the relationship between the grass people and the prince.

Although Wan Jianxin knew that there was no shortage of guards around Zhao Lingfeng, after all, Helao's ability was that Xue Wuxian could toss himself to his knees in a sneak attack, and there should be no one in the world who could hurt him, but after all, there was no trivial matter in military warfare, and the Iron Sword Gate and the Secret Guards added up to dozens of people, and if they really encountered the siege of hundreds or even hundreds of people in the Divine Sword Gate, they would not be able to get any benefit. Here, Wan Jianxin, who had untied the knot in his heart, did not stay any longer, and went like a meteor catching up with the moon.

Wan Jianxin's footsteps disappeared for a long time, and Fang Tianhang slowly got up, naked, he who had been shaved bald, suddenly shook the thick cowhide bracer on his left hand, the bracer was three palms wide, half an inch thick, although it could not be called countless mechanisms, but it was also exquisitely constructed. This is almost half of the elbow into the so-called bracer, in fact, it is a hidden weapon pocket, through the gang wind to push a certain kind of activity, the hidden weapon into Fang Tianhang's hands, at this moment, Fang Tianhang's bracer not only has some cow hair gold needles that have not had time to use, steel wire flying needles, but also a small number of lancets, Emei thorns and other light hidden weapons, as for the judge's pen, the Broken Sky Shuttle, the bone through the awl and other hidden weapons, they are too heavy, with Fang Tianhang's hidden weapon level can not be played.

Of course, there is one last thing installed in this elbow pad, which is a sharp iron hook.

The iron hook is not an ordinary thing, of course, its texture is very ordinary, it is an ordinary hundred steel, and it is not quenched, but its meaning is extraordinary, the iron hook, except for the "eunuch party", people will not wear it, and people on the rivers and lakes have rarely even seen it, after all, such an iron hook, let alone as a weapon, is not qualified as an assassination tool like a tiger.

That iron hook, like a Japanese devil's seppuku, is a suicide tool.

There were six more spikes on the iron hook, and the shape was a bit strange and indescribable. After popping out the iron hook, as long as the iron hook is pierced from the heart socket with the strength of the wrist, you can pierce the heart and lungs at the same time and end your life, although it seems to be much more bloody and cruel than taking poison to commit suicide, but in fact, the life and poison in the Gangfeng universe, each of which can make people suffer torture-like pain before death, but this kind of death of stabbing the heart is elegant and peaceful.

This is a must-have for eunuchs. The eunuch party has been suppressed by the latter party for so many years, and its reputation is not obvious, but it is still powerful, relying on the absolute obedience of the subordinates to the superiors, so when the subordinates cannot complete the tasks of the superiors, it has almost become the best choice to commit suicide and apologize. Unlike the Hou Party, the eunuch party relied on torture and terror politics, so its reputation on the rivers and lakes was even worse than that of the Hou Party. The Divine Sword Gate entered the portal of the eunuch party, and it can be regarded as a complete smash of the reputation of the first major sect of the righteous path for many years.

Fang Tianhang popped out the iron hook, staring at the hideous barbs on the iron hook carefully, affectionately, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a satisfied smile. This time, he finally figured it out and saw it.