flow from evil

Kang Liu and the others were even more shocked, but after repeated changes, it was too late to realize that they had been cheated.

Yang Yanfeng handed Jiang Yingying to Yuchanzi on the ground, and walked slowly to his side, "I thought that letting you be an idle boy could erase the persistence and distortion in your heart, and when you calm down, you will understand me." It’s a lot of painstaking efforts. But I didn’t expect that you didn’t know how to repent, and instead intensified it, so that you came to a dead end!”

The raised palm almost fell on the head of Yang Yingsong, who was in a daze, but he lowered his body and said, "Okay, it took a lot of painstaking efforts, then you know, I have lost my legs and lost my honor. How did the old bastard treat me!"

With one sentence, the palm suddenly stopped.

Yang Yanfeng looked at the raised eyes of the other party, his lips moved, and his hands trembled a little.

"If it wasn't for my fate, and I met that man later, maybe even now, I'm still a waste who was played with under a man!" Yang Yingsong said cruel words viciously, intending to stimulate Yang Yanfeng in front of him, "What's even more ridiculous is that that The old bastard is still my second uncle!"

"Yan Feng! Don't listen to his eloquence! When he plays with Koizumi, how is he different from Yang Yanning!" Yu Chanzi reminded Yang Yanfeng, afraid that Yang Yanfeng would be bewitched by him.

"That's right, I killed Koizumi. Yingzhu's death is also related to me, but who can I blame? Koizumi fell in love with my big brother, but she has no eyes, but if I don't kill her, how can Yang Yanning let her go?" We two? In the end, all of this was caused by you, you would rather trust your brother with a human face and heart than your own son!"

When Yang Yanfeng heard the words, he suddenly took two steps away, at this moment, Hu Bugui made his move.

When the blood blade struck, Yang Yanfeng clasped his hands together, clamped the blade, and then turned over and kicked Hu Bugui's foot, leaving him a few meters away.

"Bastard! You have no conscience, your father still has a little room for you, but you treat him like this!" Yu Chanzi looked up at Yang Yingsong in disbelief, and saw him looking at Hu Bugui and Yang Yanfeng calmly. There is no sense of shame in the eyes of the battle.

"I said, the first time I can kill him, the second time, and the third time!" Yang Yingsong glanced at her and said quietly, "Let me see how many times you can save him!"

Puppets were everywhere, and the soft sword in his hand was springing again. Yang Yingsong pierced through Yang and rose, and Yang Yanfeng snatched the blood blade from Hu Bugui's hand with his backhand almost the moment he stood up, nailing him to the ground.

Seeing him turn around, Yang Yingsong's heart skipped a beat, and the soft sword in his hand thrust out another three points desperately.

But Yang Yanfeng didn't dodge his sword. The soft sword that pierced through his heart fell off along with the warm blood and Yu Chanzi's exclamation. He flew three meters away.

"I owe you this sword. I was born as your father, and it was my fault to raise and not teach you. Your legs are disabled, and I left you at your mercy. It's not because I don't love you. It's just... Weifu used the wrong method... Now, it's too late to say anything... This sword, you stabbed rightly, but Weifu's palm is to teach you not to recognize your relatives, and to distinguish between good and evil! Even if you have tens of millions There is no reason to be angry with the world, and you shouldn't shoot innocent people!"

After barely holding his breath and finishing speaking, Yang Yanfeng who fell to the ground was obviously at the end of the mast.

"Yang Yingsong, you bastard!!" Yu Chanzi yelled heart-piercingly as she scratched the ground with both hands desperately, her nails were cut off and her flesh was bloody.

"Mother!" Jiang Yingying quickly helped her over, only to see Yu Chanzi reluctantly hugging Yang Yanfeng in her arms, but the tears couldn't stop flowing down.

"Yu'er, in this life, I have betrayed you and Yingying..." Yang Yanfeng on the ground was already dying.

Seeing him calling her name, Yu Chanzi wiped the tears off her face fiercely, "Stop talking, please stop, I will cure you, I will."

"I'm sorry, I've been confused for too long, too long..." I don't know if it's because of the flashback, but at this time, Yang Yanfeng's face has lost the slump he had when he was insane, and his eyes have become clearer.

"I don't care. In this life, I will never regret meeting you." Yu Chanzi held him tightly in her arms, but saw him stretching out his hand to Jiang Yingying who was at the side. Nodding his head, he walked over slowly and took Yang Yanfeng's hand.

"In my life, I have done many self-righteous things, but I have also done many irreparable mistakes. The most wrong thing is that I have never taught my children well. They are now on this road, probably, It's all my father's fault."

"..."

"Promise me, save that rebellious son a dog's life, and if he is captured someday, let him repent for the rest of his life in the tower with his mother."

"Okay, I promise you, I promise you everything." Thinking about it carefully, Yang Yingsong has never been willing to set foot on the tower, and he is probably the only one who is ashamed of his mother.

"Yingying, remember, no matter what kind of difficulties you encounter in the future, no matter how much wronged you suffer, you must maintain the nature of the Lord himself."

"I...I..." Too many variables happened in a short while, making Jiang Yingying a little unacceptable.

"...In this world, the most indistinguishable thing is good and evil, and the most confusing thing is also good and evil. Good and evil do not lie in the world, but in the heart, do you understand?"

"Well, I understand!" Jiang Yingying nodded fiercely.

"Yan Feng...don't say it...don't say it. If you are tired, go to sleep. Don't worry about us. Whether it is the Longevity Gate or the Yang Family, I will guard it for you." Seeing his breathing slowly, Yu Chanzi If he gets weaker, he will know that he will not succeed.

"Go to... that Shan boy... on him, there is... there..." Yang Yanfeng whispered this sentence in her ear, and then there was no more movement.

"Father!!!!" Jiang Yingying finally couldn't help it, and rushed over, crying into a ball with Yu Chanzi, only a few disciples of the Longevity Sect and the Yang family remained around, blood flowed into a river, and everything returned to peace .

"Okay, the family drama is over, and it's time for us to end this farce." Yang Yingsong had already breathed a sigh of relief at this time, staring at Yang Yanfeng who had just lost his breath with a gloomy expression, wondering what he was thinking.

"I'll kill you to avenge Yan Feng!" Yu Chanzi was seriously injured internally, but she didn't know where the strength came from, probably driven by hatred, she stabbed again.

Yang Yingsong smiled without moving, and let her attack in front of her. Jiang Yingying felt strange and yelled out to be careful.

Yang Yingsong didn't move, but Hu Bugui on the ground moved.

Raising his palm, Yuchanzi could hardly dodge the fatal blow, but the flying fan deflected the blood blade by half, so that Yuchanzi's life was saved.

"Tsk, isn't it too shameless for a few big men to bully two women together?" A pleasant male voice suddenly sounded beside them. Behind the coquettish white-clothed man, if he followed a group of guards, it would be better to say he followed a well-ordered army.

"My lord? What do you mean?" Yang Yingsong could not allow the situation to change again, seeing that the chance of victory was within his grasp.

"What do you mean?" Jun Wuyi smiled and said, "I don't care about other people, but the people of Changshengmen, you can't move today."

As soon as an order was given, the soldiers behind them all raised their guns and swords in unison. The sound of their steps was astonishing to the sky. Just by the sound of it, there were hundreds of people.

"Let him go." Jun Wuyi said.

Yang Yingsong would not agree, he tightened the fingertips of his sleeves, and saw that Hu Bugui pulled out the blood blade on his chest, and walked back to Yang Yingsong's side step by step.

There was no expression on his face, and even his eyes turned slightly abnormally pale. All kinds of signs showed that he was already a puppet without self-awareness.

The man had just died. It seemed that Yang Yingsong had made preparations in his mind in advance.

As soon as Jun Wuyi put away the folding fan, he was already thinking about it.

"Jun Wuyi, I advise you to stay out of this business." Yang Yingsong didn't panic when he saw him like this, he waved his hand, and Hu Bugui took two steps forward, "You should know, I love you Tengwang Pavilion is already extra polite."

"I don't really want to take care of this trivial matter, but unfortunately, I have appointments with people. If you hurt these people, I won't get my share of benefits." Jun Wuyi spread his hands.

Have a date?Yang Yingsong frowned, as if thinking of something again.

"Where is Shan Simiao?" Yang Yingsong asked suddenly, he had to guard against this boy of unknown origin.

Jun Wuyi was slightly surprised when he heard the words, "Your uncle's whereabouts, ask me what to do."

Yang Yingsong made a move suddenly, the puppets from all directions rushed forward, and saw that Jun Wuyi retracted the folding fan in his hand, sideways dodged Yang Yingsong's sword, and then tapped his toe, and it hit the tip of his sword. The point of the sword stabbed at him, but he turned over and fell down, only one sleeve was cut.

Before the thousand chances in the fan came up, many soldiers behind him had already surrounded him.

Kang Liu in the courtyard only dared to hide and wait and see at this time, but Hu Bugui once again swung his blood blade forward.

Hu Bugui, who has become a puppet, is even more difficult.Jun Wuyi sensed the movement of the knife beside him, turned the folding fan in his hand, and threw it on Hu Bugui's wrist, and bent over to avoid Yang Yingsong's sword.

Hu Bugui was interrupted, he raised his head to look at Jun Wuyi in the distance, but he still stared and planned to cut down.

Jun Wuyi narrowed his eyes and attacked, and the soldiers behind him also quickly fought with the masters brought by Yang Yingsong.

Seeing Jun Wuyi attacking in front of him, Hu Bugui finally let go of the jade cicada on the ground and raised his sword to meet him.Jun Wuyi was very skillful, seeing the wind of his saber, he retracted the fan, and pressed the fan bone against the saber, with a sleeve dart in his hand, he went towards the acupoint under Hu Bugui's arm.

Hu Bugui felt the pain, but the saber movement did not slow down, Jun Wuyi was startled, and turned sideways to dodge, but the back of his hand was still cut.

Qinggong stood up and rolled over the top of Hu Bugui's head, but from the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of something bright on his neck.

Could it be that the steel needle that controls him is not in his mind?

Hu Bugui raised his saber and slashed again, Jun Wuyi turned around and lowered his waist, slipped under his armpit, pushed the heel of his palm with the hand holding the fan, and slapped him on the chest, but it didn't knock him back a little. As soon as he took a step, his own hand was hurt a little.The touch was like hitting a hard stone.

Jun Wuyi frowned even tighter, seeing that his expression was as usual, his moves were still flexible, but he was not sure how to do it, so he carefully observed his every move while dodging his blood blade.

Bang - a distraction, the opponent's iron palm exploded on his chest, this move was so strong that Jun Wuyi flew back a few feet, and managed to stabilize his figure by kneeling on one knee.

"Don't kill Jun Wuyi, capture him alive." Yang Yingsong ordered from the side.

Jun Wuyi sneered, and when he raised his head, the silk thread of the fan came out, piercing through Hu Bugui's limbs, and he continued to walk towards him without blinking his eyes.

Jun Wuyi's eyes widened, and he saw him lift himself up.With this lift, he could clearly see what was behind his neck.It was Yang Yingsong's usual steel needle, about the thickness of a grain of rice, with only a point exposed on the outside, Jun Wuyi's palm was quietly pressed against Hu Bugui's left chest, and he probed, but there was no heartbeat.

This puppet probably cost Yang Yingsong a lot of thought.

Jun Wuyi turned his eyes and saw that he was about to bring himself to Yang Yingsong's side, and suddenly moved his hand, pulling out the iron needle from the back of his neck.

As soon as the needle came out, Hu Bugui went limp and didn't move anymore.

Yang Yingsong saw that he saw through the steel needle so quickly, his face turned cold, and he said coldly, "Jun Wuyi, I have given you everything, you don't know how to flatter you."

Jun Wuyi ignored him at all, and was about to attack with a wave of his hand, but saw a few masters rushing out from beside Yang Yingsong, lifting him up to the wall with a wheelchair under him.

There are living people among the puppets, where did these people come from?

Jun Wuyi narrowed his eyes, and saw one of them whispering something in his ear, Yang Yingsong's expression changed instantly, he sneered at Jun Wuyi, and then said loudly to Kang Liu and the others, "You idiots, You deserve to be used by others, so I will give this shit to you!"

The Xueliu Li was thrown down like an abandoned shoe, and everyone rushed up, only Jun Wuyi stood there and frowned.

"Idiot, this thing is just a cover. The real treasure has been taken away long ago. Fortunately, you are still here to grab it."

Kang Liu dinged Ouyang Cheng's move immediately, and said angrily, "What did you say?"

"It's worth telling you, this thing is just a key, the formula of longevity is what you are looking for."

"Walk."

After Yang Yingsong finished speaking, he gave an order, and those masters took him and disappeared outside the wall. The speed of their whereabouts made people a little dumbfounded.

Seeing that the person disappeared, Jun Wuyi had no intention of chasing him any more, he just glanced at the jade cicada kneeling on the ground, holding Yang Yanfeng's jade cicada, and said in a deep voice, "Elder Yu, the remaining grievances between the Longevity Gate and the Yang family, you all Solve it on your own, and our Tengwang Pavilion will not get involved."

Just as Jun Wuyi walked out the door, he felt that something was wrong. After thinking about Yang Yingsong's last reaction just now, he said something bad in his heart.

"My lord, that Shan Si Miao ran away with the formula of longevity." The dark guard's timely report confirmed Jun Wuyi's guess.

Seeing that Ruyu's face, the peach blossom eyes were raised, and his complexion suddenly turned cold.

"Don't worry, I can't run very far." Jun Wuyi clearly looked like he was going to kill someone, but forced a smile, even his originally handsome facial features were slightly distorted.

The soldiers behind were silent, they rarely saw their young master being angry, it was the first time they were so angry.