For Jiang Yulang, his master Wu Zhiwei has gone to the opposite side of love and righteousness since that day when he forced him to die and asked him to go against the morality of the rivers and lakes to deal with his righteous eldest brother Bai Yu, and he has become a mortal enemy on the road of his life.

It's just that at that time, Jiang Yulang was the eldest disciple of the Feihe faction, and the master had the grace of nurturing him, once he disobeyed the master's order and was expelled from the division, even if he could escape Wu Zhiwei's poisonous hands, he would become an outcast of the master because of his betrayal, and he would lose the foothold of the Jianghu martial arts.

Today's head of the Feihe faction is he Jiang Yulang, and the previous head Wu Zhiwei died more than 20 years ago, and everyone in the rivers and lakes knows it. For him Jiang Yulang, the three words "Feihe faction" no longer pose any threat to him Jiang Yulang except for answering others where his Jiang Yulang master is, and he Jiang Yulang no longer needs to act according to the wishes of his master Wu Zhiwei.

At this time, hearing Wu Zhiwei's loud shout, Jiang Yulang was not shocked at all, slowly turned around, straightened his waist and said, "Master, what did you just say?" The apprentice didn't hear clearly. Could you please say it again? ”

When Wu Zhiwei heard this, he exploded half of his lungs in anger, and shouted angrily: "You criminal, you dare to deceive your teacher and destroy your ancestors!" ”

Jiang Yulang replied with a smile: "Master, it is not the apprentice who deceives the teacher and destroys the ancestors, it is yourself. Since you joined the Dragon Slayer Club and became his Zhao Mingxiu's eagle dog to do evil everywhere, your name has been changed to 'Deceive the Master and Destroy the Ancestors', not that you don't need to hide in the black cloth all day long, like a hell ghost. ”

"Presumptuous!" Wu Zhiwei burst into a shout, slapped his palm in the air, and the strong wind swept towards Jiang Yulang.

Jiang Yulang did not dodge or dodge, moved two steps back with his middle palm, stood firm and said, "Master, you want to take the disciple's life, the disciple has nothing to say." However, for the sake of the reputation of the Feihe faction, so as not to make the ancestors of the past dynasties hate Jiuquan, the apprentice still wants to persuade you, stop here, find a place to hide your traces, and enjoy your old age in peace. ”

Wu Zhiwei was very surprised to see that Jiang Yulang had obviously been slapped in the chest, and he spoke so smoothly, as if nothing had happened. I thought: "This kid's martial arts are no longer under me, if he doesn't want to be killed, it is better to fight, and I don't know who will kill the deer." So he turned around and said, "You go, you and I will end up here." "The poison dart has been clenched in his hand, and it is time to find an opportunity to launch it at Jiang Yulang.

"Master, take care." Jiang Yulang bowed and bowed, turned around and walked away.

Wu Zhiwei heard the footsteps, and suddenly turned around and dart, and followed with his palm. Jiang Yulang noticed that something was wrong, turned around and saw a stone flying sideways to hit the poison dart, and hurriedly gathered internal force and slapped it with one palm. The master and apprentice collided with each other's palms, each floating backwards, landing at the same time, and standing firm at the same time.

Jiang Yulang clasped his fists in the direction where the stone flew out and said, "Thank you Feng Daxia for helping." ”

Wu Zhi shouted angrily for the court: "Feng Wanli, you dare to destroy the old man's good deeds, who gave you the guts?" ”

Feng Wanli jumped close and sneered: "Wu Zhiwei, if you die, you will die, why bother to walk out of the grave and die again." ”

Wu Zhiwei saw Feng Wanli's opposite wind, a black shadow flashed, and his uneasy heart suddenly calmed down.

Feng Wanli glanced at the opposite side, and saw that a pair of eyes were too familiar, and couldn't help but say, "Zhao Mingxiu, you're here." ”

The black-clothed man standing at the front took off the black cloth, glanced at Feng Wanli, and said: "Wanli, it is not easy for you to die or live, as long as you do not reappear in the Jianghu martial arts from today onwards, for the sake of the teacher and your service to me for many years, I will take your life." ”

Feng Wanli sneered: "No need, in your hands, I, Feng Wanli, have already died once, and I am not afraid of dying again." ”

Jiang Yulang finally understood, Zhao Mingxiu's master and apprentice had turned against him, and Feng Wanli, like himself, was already a mortal person today.

Zhao Mingxiu should have felt that it was humiliating to send Feng Wanli to the West Heaven by himself, and said behind him: "Listen, whoever kills Feng Wanli today will become my descendant disciple, and he is qualified to cultivate Biluohu Divine Skill and inherit my mantle." ”

As a disciple of the master, how can anyone not want to inherit the mantle of the master. I saw the four of them come out of the ranks, bowed to Zhao Mingxiu and saluted, "Thank you Master for cultivating." Turning around and walking towards Feng Wanli, the sword on his waist was slowly unsheathed, and the cold light appeared inch by inch, which was terrifying.

Feng Wanli arched his hand towards the four people who came step by step and said, "Senior brothers, you have come to kill me for an illusion, as a traitor to Biluohu, I am not sad, senior brother. However, you must stop having illusions about him Zhao Mingxiu, Biluo Lake has become a myth because of Zhao Mingxiu, and it will also become a joke with the fall of his Zhao Mingxiu. ”

Jiang Yulang heard that Feng Wanli was willing to exist in the world as a "traitor to Biluohu", and he unconsciously admired Feng Wanli.

Zhao Mingxiu saw that the four disciples slowed down slightly, and the killing intent towards Feng Wanli suddenly increased a few points, and the dantian was angry, and shouted angrily: "Kill him." ”

When the four masked men heard such an angry roar, they were so frightened that they couldn't possess their bodies, and they hurriedly let go of their moods, jumped up towards Feng Wanli, and flew away, the cold light of the tip of the sword flashed, illuminating half of Feng Wanli's body. Feng Wanli was frightened, retreated again and again, and the sword body on his waist involuntarily escaped from the scabbard and hid in Feng Wanli's chest, just to absorb a little more warmth before changing the owner, and to shed some tears when saying goodbye.

Zhao Mingxiu saw that the four disciples had exchanged hands with Feng Wanli, and Feng Wanli would be difficult to fly with only that little skill. With a leisurely heart, he turned his gaze to Jiang Yulang, and turned his words into ice knives and slashed at Jiang Yulang: "Jiang Yulang, do you want to make a decision on your own, or do you want me to ask someone to do it for you?" ”

Jiang Yulang glanced behind Zhao Mingxiu, and saw that the only four people were all ready to move, and he was invincible, so he hurriedly replied: "Master Zhao, I heard that death row prisoners can eat a good meal before being beheaded, what is it called a severed head meal." I, Jiang Yulang, asked myself if it was impossible to escape today, I wonder if Master Zhao can fulfill my wish before I do it? Don't worry, for you, it's just a gesture. ”

Zhao Mingxiu replied with a smile: "I, Zhao Mingxiu, have always been rewarded for merit and punished for guilt." You used the swordsmanship taught by Bai Bai Yu to hurt the Chunshan Dao people back then, and you made Bai Bai Yu bear the black cauldron that killed the Chunshan Dao people, which can be regarded as a great help to me. Today is a reward for meritorious service, and I will reward you with a wish. Go ahead. ”

"Thank you, Master Zhao." Jiang Yulang arched his hand, looked at Wu Zhiwei and said, "Master Zhao, I want to clean up the portal for the Feihe faction, I hope you will watch from the wall and not interfere in this matter." ”

Zhao Mingxiu smiled lightly and said very generously: "Okay, watch from the wall and don't meddle in this matter." ”

Jiang Yulang arched his hand and thanked him: "Thank you Master Zhao." ”

Zhao Mingxiu sneered: "No thanks. But let's say it first, if Wu Zhiwei is the head of the family and wants to ask me for help, I have to agree. After all, he is here with me, and his credit is very great, how can I not be rewarded for my merit. You said no? ”

Jiang Yulang never had any illusions about demons like Zhao Mingxiu, but he just wanted to compete with Wu Zhiwei one-on-one to see if he could find an opportunity to kill Wu Zhiwei and clear the door for the Feihe faction. Huan Sheng said: "Master Zhao does not deserve every credit, and he deserves to be respected as a martial arts saint." ”

Zhao Mingxiu sneered: "Then you master and apprentice will do it, and I will take a look at the excitement." ”

Jiang Yulang glanced at Feng Wanli, and saw that Feng Wanli was besieged by four junior disciples, and it was difficult to balance the left and right, and it was difficult to move back and forth, constantly moving up and down, and the blood on his body was scattered all over his body, like a thunderstorm. His heart was suddenly sour and bitter, he raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, drew his sword out of its sheath, pointed his sword at Wu Zhiwei, and said loudly: "Wu Zhiwei, I, Jiang Yulang, today as the head of the Feihe Sect, will clean up the portal for the Feihe Sect." If you have a heart to repent, kill yourself quickly to atone for your sins and ask for forgiveness from your fathers. If you don't repent, please draw your sword and fight me to the death, and quickly end this master-apprentice relationship. ”

"Criminals!"

Wu Zhi was holding the sword in his hand, and he jumped up, and a light slashed towards Jiang Yulang with the sword body out of the sheath. Jiang Yulang jumped up to meet him and fought with Wu Zhi, only attacking but not defending, intending to die together.

The sword moves of the master and apprentice are the same, they are on equal footing, but because Jiang Yulang has put life and death out of the way, he only attacks but does not defend, Wu Zhiwei wants to live, and he does not dare to stab and slash with Jiang Yulang with a sword and a sword.

The four hall masters of the Dragon Slaying Society, Qin Haoming, the hall master of the White Tiger Hall, and Su Zhen'er, the hall master of the Vermilion Bird, have already betrayed, and the hall master of the Qinglong Hall, He Zhencun, committed suicide at the gate of the Justice Villa today, only the hall master of the Xuanwu Hall, Wu Zhiwei, can still serve the Dragon Slaying Society, how dare Zhao Mingxiu let him lose again. Seeing that Wu Zhiwei was really invincible, he hurriedly asked: "Wu Zhi is the head, if you need help, just speak out, don't be polite." ”

Wu Zhiwei saw that Jiang Yulang's ability was not under him, and he was stubborn and desperate, so he was really a little weak-hearted. For fear that one would die by Jiang Yulang's sword, hearing Zhao Mingxiu speak like this, he was naturally happy, and he jumped away from the battle circle, and said in a good voice: "Master Zhao, then let your people come and play with him." ”

"Okay." Zhao Mingxiu smiled gently, gestured towards his back, and said quickly: "Go and play with Master Jiang, don't be too ruthless, Wu Zhiwei hasn't played with him enough." ”

"Yes." The four masked men were ordered, their blades clenched, and they leaped towards Jiang Yulang, fighting together in three or two, and their skills were extremely agile.

Jiang Yulang fought against Wu Zhiwei, intending to clean up the portal for the Feihe faction, as long as he could kill Wu Zhiwei, he would be satisfied, and he could only attack and not defend. As the head of the Feihe faction, if he dies under their sword, not only will he have no chance to help the Feihe faction clean up the portal, but he will also become a shame for the Feihe faction, and he will cherish his life. The move is cautious, the defense is tight, and there is no sign of impetuousness.