Chapter 269, Raging into the Sword Sacred Valley II
The three of them entered the canyon like three wild wolves in the wilderness, making no secret of their murderous intent.
The three of them didn't even look at the martial arts secrets carved on the cliff.
As a Chinese, I have absolute confidence in the ancient oriental martial arts.
Fang Wenqiang walked in the center, Fang Ming and Zhu Xiaoyao lined up on both sides, the long sword reflected a sad and beautiful light in the slanting light.
"There's someone!" Fang Wenqiang shouted a warning, Fang Ming and Zhu Xiaoyao held the three-foot Tang Dao tightly with both hands.
Tang Dao, the saber used by the Tang Dynasty, the ancient Chinese empire, represents a glorious empire that has passed away.
The peerless blade shone with cold light. The Tang Dao in the hands of the three people was not an ordinary imitation, but an ancient magic weapon excavated from the ground. After being buried for thousands of years, it was still difficult to hide the sharpness that cut through time.
The three of them stood in a triangle shape, and three black shadows appeared in front of them.
Three Japanese samurai holding long swords appeared on the opposite side. A woman in the center, with black hair like a waterfall and skin as good as snow, was Qianye Xue who had attacked Fang Ming.
"Hell Phoenix, I, Qianye Xue, represent the Asano family to demand repayment of your blood debt!"
The long sword was raised far away, and it stabbed directly between the eyebrows with a murderous aura.
Fang Wenqiang raised his eyebrows, and the dust under his feet spread in all directions. Fang Wenqiang was like a phoenix burning with blazing flames, charging into the enemy's formation first.
Phoenix is an ancient mythical beast. Fang Wenqiang earned the title of Hell Phoenix among international mercenaries. At first, Fang Ming never understood why he had such a weird nickname.
Every sword was made with all his strength, the sword was violent, with the will to fight the gods of hell, like a bloody phoenix breaking through many obstacles.
"Whoa!" Qianye Xue was forced back by Fang Wen. Her whole body turned into arrows and fired angrily. Two companions surrounded her on the left and right, and their long swords shone with cold light.
Fang Wenqiang didn't pay attention to the long sword sweeping left and right. He exerted force again, and his whole body turned into a bright sword slashing furiously.
Fang Ming and Zhu Xiaoyao took action at the same time, and they intercepted the sweeping sword.
"Ah---" Qianye Xue exclaimed. She danced her sword in a panic, and a ball of sword light flew like a horned dragon, firmly protecting her whole body.
The ruthless sword light still cut into the sword net, and the sharp roar of the collision of gold and iron tore the eardrums of people.
"Ah---" A sharp scream went straight into the sky, blood burst out, and Qianye Xue slowly fell down.
A terrifying bloody mouth stretched from the top of her head to her chest. The moment the long knife touched her body, the tyrannical martial arts energy shattered Qianye Xue's internal organs. What awaited her was a ruthless death.
Hell Phoenix, like the dead in Hell, will not show any kindness or sympathy to its enemies.
Perhaps influenced by his elder brother, Fang Ming felt an extremely strong fighting spirit in his heart, and he slashed more than thirty times in a row.
Each sword was more violent than the other, and each sword was more violent than the last. The tyrannical force of the sword completely destroyed the opponent's fighting spirit.
"Don't kill me---don't---don't!" The opponent's eyes were blank and he waved the long knife in his hand randomly.
"Bang!" Fang Ming hit the opponent's chest with a fierce elbow, and the sternum cracked. The opponent fell limply to the ground like a snake with its spine broken.
Compared to the violence of the two of them, Zhu Xiaoyao's sword skills seemed to be gentler.
The sword flashed like a lonely tiger between heaven and earth, leaving only a startling glimpse.
Then, there was gushing blood and falling heads.
For the Japanese underworld, Zhu Xiaoyao does not need any mercy.
Walking forward with head held high, Tang Dao shines with heroic blood.
A hundred meters ahead is Mingfeng Valley, where the Satanic Sword Master Fang Tianhao fell.
The further he walked, Fang Ming's heart began to twitch violently.
The past is like a yellowed old film looking back in front of my eyes. Will that gentle and elegant man, that Satanic Sword Master in white clothes and long sword, completely disappear from the world?
"Boom, boom!" Heavy footsteps sounded again in front, and a group of Japanese samurai wearing white samurai uniforms and holding katana swords blocked the way.
The left shoulders of these warriors were tied with a piece of black gauze, and their armbands bore the ancient imprint of the warrior family.
In the famous sword style, the opponent is a person in the famous sword style.
There were eleven people on the other side, and it looked like they were going to swarm them. Fang Ming was not timid, but boundless anger rose in his heart.
The first samurai, with a handsome figure and a ray of revenge in his eyes: "I am Haruhiro Sugimoto, and I am here to avenge my uncle Onizuka Qiao!"
"Whoa!" The long sword shone brightly, and eleven top masters from the Tiger List swarmed in. The long sword reflected the blood-red light.
Fang Wenqiang swept across with his long sword, swinging away three samurai swords in a row.
An enemy wanted to take the opportunity to attack Fang Wenqiang's lower body. Fang Wenqiang's left foot swept out like lightning and hit the opponent's chin, causing the opponent to faint immediately.
"Tsk!" Fang Ming took the opportunity to stab, and hot blood spurted out, splattering all over his face.
Two more knives stabbed at him. Fang Ming stretched out his left arm and grabbed the tip of the knife directly. He swept the knife across with his right arm and the two heads rolled away into dust.
With the flame of revenge burning in his chest, Fang Ming would kill the gods and Buddhas even if they were in front of him.
The long sword slashed furiously, and the two warriors' feet were cut off. Fang Ming completely turned into a bloody man, killing the enemy with more fierce and crazy moves!
Kill! Kill these hateful Japanese people! Kill these strong men who claim to have the spirit of Bushido!
Hatred multiplies one's strength. Fang Ming was like a ferocious wolf, biting his opponent crazily.
A knife struck from the side and behind, like a jade dragon from the sky, the bright light of the knife was dazzling.
Sugimoto Haruhiro, he has been targeting Fang Ming for a long time.
The moment the sword was drawn, five men rushed out from behind to intercept Fang Wenqiang and Zhu Xiaoyao.
When this sword was struck, the air around him was filled with the sound of wind and thunder. This was a sure-kill sword, and it carried the determination and will to return only after seeing blood.
Fang Ming suddenly turned around, covering his chest with his left palm, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The tip of Sugimoto Haruhiro's knife pierced Fang Ming's palm. The opponent's palm was as hard as iron and he could not break through.
Fang Ming had a special dragon leather glove on his hand, and he took the opportunity to chop it off with a single blow.
Sugimoto Chunxi flew and kicked Fang Ming's wrist, causing the sword to fall to the ground.
"Bang!" Fang Ming's whole body exerted force, like an angry horse galloping, and the huge force knocked Sugimoto Haruhiro away.
"Whoa!" Fang Ming raised his foot and kicked, hitting the handle of Tang Dao. The sharp long knife directly penetrated Sugimoto Haruhi's back of the heart.
Sugimoto Haruhiro's handsome face became distorted, and the severe pain made his lips turn blue and he was speechless.
Be as ruthless to your enemies as the harsh winter.
Fang Ming smiled. He was as evil as a hell demon. He gently held the handle of the knife with both hands and slowly pulled out the Tang knife, allowing Sugimoto Haruhiro to truly feel the most primitive pain of death.
If there was a hell, Sugimoto Haruki would rather go down to the eighteenth floor than endure such extreme pain.
The long knife finally pulled away from Sugimoto Chunxi's body. Fang Ming raised the tip of the knife in front of his eyes and stuck out his tongue to lick it.
The blood, the hot blood, was so evil at this moment that even Zhu Xiaoyao felt inferior to him.
The three of them continued to move forward side by side without any obstacles.
Ahead is a large pit a hundred feet deep, which is the result of the collective collision of dozens of martial arts masters.
Fang Ming stood at the edge of the pit, his expression darkening.
This is the last relic of his father in the world, and the Satanic Sword Master who frightened the underworld in the world was buried here.
"Woo---" The cold wind passed through the canyon, making the clothes rustle.
The red sun has already set in the sky, and the silhouettes of the three people are getting longer and longer, as if they are integrated with the darkness behind them.
"Woo---" Fang Ming suddenly knelt down on one knee and let out a heart-rending cry.
This is a memory of the deceased, a catharsis of grief, and a memorial to heroes.
If there is an elegy, this wolf-like wail is the best interpretation.
Fang Ming cried for five minutes, then suddenly wiped away his tears, dug out a pile of dust with a Tang knife, and put it into a cloth bag he carried with him.
The Gang Qi surged, and Fang Tianhao's body was gone. The dirt was considered his relic.
After wiping away his tears, Fang Ming stood up, turned around and left.
A man doesn't shed tears lightly, but he hasn't reached the point where he is sad.
Tears are by no means the only way to express grief. There is a kind of memorial called blood debt and blood repayment.
Whether it's the Japanese mafia or the world's mafia, from now on you are our sworn enemy!
In the cold wind, the three of them walked back side by side.