In the legacy of Lord Qingmo, the Mingyue Sword Sect, including the newly recruited disciples from Osmanthus Mountain, totaled thirty, and only one youngest, the only young man, died.

They should settle this blood debt with the Yun family, the Tianyu Sect, and even more...with Fang Xiwen.

Even if they met in a secret place, even if he was the one who was forced, he still killed more than a dozen lives with his own hands.

Under the leadership of the sect leader, he came to the mountainside of Wanhua Peak, where he met the person he wanted to see on the martial arts platform there, the disciple named He Yu.

He has a good appearance, a medium to thin build, and wears a sword-style robe. His shy temperament has faded away, except for his frighteningly bright eyes.

That is the hatred of blood feud.

Fang Xiwen didn't say a few words to him, but a thick wall made of more than a dozen lives had been erected between the two.

"He Yu."

"Sect Master?" He Yu was stunned for a moment, then saw the person next to her, his eyes suddenly turned red, "It's you!!"

"It's me."

Fang Xiwen looked at him quietly, "You have opened your eyes."

"Are you here to humiliate me?"

"No, it's just that I have a very important person, and she is also practicing in the Mingyue Sword Sect.

If you want to take revenge on me, I welcome it. Even if you kill me, the forces behind me will not do anything to you.

If I die by your hands, I deserve it." His tone was sincere.

"Tsk, you have the final say..."

"I have the final say.

But if you attack her, I guarantee you will die miserably, and everyone who has a relationship with you will go down to accompany you, you don’t have to believe it.”

Even though the leader of the Sword Sect was right next to him, Fang Xiwen still spoke so calmly.

His words were not sharp, and even his threats seemed pale, but they were surprisingly hard to doubt.

He Yu could see the will lodged in his eyes. In just a few days, he was different from the one in the secret realm.

It took Fang Xingyun two months to gain enlightenment. From now on, the gap between him and himself will only widen, even to the point where he can no longer have the thought of revenge.

If you want to take revenge, the only time is now!

"I want to duel with you." He Yu stared at him, pointed his sword, and said every word.

"Okay." The connection was almost seamless. Fang Xiwen agreed immediately and turned to look at the Sword Sect leader.

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Deathmatch.

Wanhua Peak, peak arena.

Two people who sign life and death certificates for each other will fight here until only one person survives.

He Yu stood on top, watching the young man walking up step by step. The hatred and fighting spirit in his heart were at the highest level at this moment. He had a hunch that this would be the most powerful sword he could strike in his life.

Senior Brother Dai, Senior Brother Wang, I will hand out a sword to him, I must hand out a sword to him!

Fang Xiwen took out the Red Dragon Sword. The blade of the sword exuded a faint light of fire. It exuded a noble and fiery meaning, exerting its utmost coercion. He made a starting gesture.

There was no need to announce names, and there was no referee. They just stood still and the two of them went to fight each other!

He Yu used a "turn around" move, and the long sword stabbed out suddenly, pointing at his right shoulder. Before the sword was completely gone, He Yu flicked his wrist again, pointing at several large acupoints with the sword, and murderous intent was overflowing.
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Seeing this, Fang Xiwen made a mistake in his steps, raised his sword, and then followed the sword, bringing up a blazing fire dragon!

The fire dragon rises in the sky!

The two of them exchanged several moves and struck each other with their swords again, but they were all false moves!

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen raised his sword and struck at his neck, and was about to pull him away, but He Yu's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he ignored him and stabbed him straight in the chest with his sword!

The bright sword light flew towards him, and even if He Yu's throat was wiped first, he would also be pierced through the chest by this sword!

He had no intention of fighting with Fang Xiwen from the beginning, he just wanted to drag him to hell together and give his brothers an explanation!

"Die to me!!"

In an instant, Fang Xiwen seemed to have expected it. His sword movement suddenly stopped, his body leaned back hard, and he kicked off his feet.

Luoxu Shenyou.

Through this incomparable skill, he narrowly avoided the sword. As if violating the laws of physics, his body pivoted around his feet and circled behind He Yu in a half-circle. A brilliant light of lightning exploded——

Extreme electric wind and thunder!

The long sword directly tore open the flesh and blood on his back, bringing up a large amount of blood. The white bones were exposed, and the spine was broken.

There were jumping arcs of lightning extending over his body, emitting a burning smell.

He Yu was crying and laughing at the same time. His sword fell to the ground and he fell backwards.

Finally I can see everyone again...

Suddenly, his body was supported by someone. Fang Xiwen supported him with his chest, looking straight ahead, "I have few people I admire. He Yu, you are one of them.

I will remember you."

He Yu still had the last trace of consciousness left. When he heard this sentence, he twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "You fucking..."

Tsk!

When he stopped breathing, several streaks of blood shot out from Fang Xiwen's chest, and his body shook violently.

In fact, the sword intention of He Yu's sword still hurt him.

Even though he had expected it, he was still seriously injured by the sword with blood hatred, fighting spirit and unwillingness.

He gently put down He Yu's cold body, covered his chest, and staggered off the ring.

So far, none of the thirty disciples of the Mingyue Sword Sect have survived.

The leader of the Sword Sect appeared below the ring at some unknown time, calmly lowering his eyes, "Your injury?"

"I can cure it myself," Fang Xiwen, whose brocade clothes were stained with blood, nodded with force, "This is a trace of his existence, I will remember him."

So, the sect leader watched him walk down the mountain step by step, round the corner, and disappear.

The wind suddenly picked up, and a faint murmur floated to the horizon: "What a beautiful sword light..."

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That fool!

It’s like this again, it’s always like this!

After hearing the message from the sect master, Luo Qingni didn't care so much. She immediately interrupted the treatment and ran up from the foot of the mountain.

The whistling wind passed by her ears, and there was no one on the road. As she ran, she couldn't help crying again, and her eyes that could see had become blurry again.

She didn't know how long she ran, but she finally saw the young man holding on to the railing at the corner of the mountain road, holding his chest and gasping for air.

"Fuck, it really hurts..."

"Fang Xiwen!!"

Hearing the familiar voice, he raised his head in surprise and saw a girl crying so hard.

His girl rushed over and raised her hand to hit her: "You bastard! You're doing things on your own like this again, and you won't change your ways!

You clearly promised me last time!"

"Wait a minute, I'm a wounded person..."

"It hurts you to death!" Luo Qingni cried so hard that she scolded him while using her zhenqi to heal his injuries. She took out two pills from her bracelet and slapped them into his mouth.

She sniffed and took off Fang Xiwen's clothes. She saw a stab wound on the left chest and a sword wound on the right chest. The little pearls fell out, "It's all my fault. I always ask you to avenge me, wu wu wu."

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Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Luo Qingni was so frightened that she quickly wiped the corners of her eyes and looked over, only to find that he was staring directly at her.

"You, why do you look at me like this..."

"Has anyone ever said that you are so cute when you cry?" A trace of self-loathing flashed in Fang Xiwen's eyes, and he leaned down, "If you don't want to, I'll apologize to you first."

Luo Qingni was originally wondering what he was apologizing for, but the next moment, the girl froze.

Her eyes widened, a big hand pressed her back, and a warm touch came from her lips.

As if he was tasting the taste of her lips, he first held it gently and then sucked it. The other person seemed very clumsy, but his brain was shut down.

This, this bad guy...I'm obviously still crying...

Since the two met, Fang Xiwen was so tough for the first time.
To be continued...