Chapter 1059: A Melee
"Boom! Snap!"

A flash of lightning split the sky, followed by thunder. The sudden change in the weather without any warning frightened everyone.

In an instant, dark clouds covered the sky, the sun and moon lost their brightness, strong winds blew up, and heavy rain poured down.

The rain came suddenly, urgently, and violently... It was as if the heaven was compassionate, feeling sad for the "human tragedy" of life and death, and shedding tears for the endless cycle of reincarnation for all living beings.

The crowd was caught off guard and drenched by the sudden heavy rain, but even so, it was still difficult to hide their endless aftertaste of the fierce battle that had just taken place.

Despite the strong wind and heavy rain, everyone still stood motionless in the rain, silently watching Liu Xunyi and Qingfeng "cuddling each other" on the bluestone square, holding their breath and covering their faces with pale eyes.

It seems that Qingfeng's death did not make these "outsiders" who were watching coldly applaud. On the contrary, the heroes of the martial arts world felt inexplicably blocked in their chests and were overwhelmed.

Although Qingfeng is hypocritical, his words are pure but his actions are turbid, he always has the Central Plains martial arts world in his heart. Whether it is false or pretentious, at least... he is afraid of the heroes of the world and has awe for "the etiquette of respect and inferiority" and "the justice of heaven". Even if... it is only a superficial awe.

Liu Xunyi is completely different. He is younger and more promising than Qingfeng, more daring than Qingfeng, and more willing to die than Qingfeng... Another meaning of these praises is that he is more impulsive, more unscrupulous, and more reckless in his dealings with others...

Let's look at today's battle. Even if Qingfeng has thousands of faults and mistakes, he is, after all, the "Leader of the Central Plains Martial Arts World", the head of the Wudang Sect, a renowned senior in the martial arts world, and Luo Tianjin's master and father-in-law... Even if Liu Xunyi hates him to the core, he should retain the last bit of dignity for him.

At least, let him die with dignity. He should not have been killed in public in a way that was close to "brutal killing". He should not have ignored the feelings of the heroes of the world and disregarded the impact of this incident.

In addition, Liu Xunyi's ambiguous relationship with Xunzhen and Shao Qin Wang has not yet been explained to the world. Although the people present did not dare to ask rashly about this, not asking does not mean not being suspicious, nor does it mean not caring.

Once Qingfeng dies, Liu Xunyi will surely rise to prominence. The complicated forces and obscure intentions behind him have made the heroes of the Central Plains imagine and worry.

Just as Qingfeng, a hypocritical but sinister person, left, Liu Xunyi, a person even colder, more ruthless, more vicious and more cruel than Qingfeng, arrived...

This situation made the heroes of the Central Plains feel bitter, as if they had just escaped from the tiger's den and entered the wolf's den. However, due to Liu Xunyi's "dominance" and "strength", everyone only dared to think about it in their hearts, and no one dared to say it out loud.

At this moment, the shocked onlookers looked at each other in bewilderment, hesitating to speak. Only Ling Xiaoxiao, Gu Ri, Gu Yue and other Wudang disciples who were blocked at the sidelines by Xie Xuan's group fell to their knees in the violent storm, crying and wailing in front of Qing Feng's corpse.

Qingfeng's death made Wudang lose its pillars, and the sky and the earth collapsed. All the disciples were devastated, as if they had lost their parents. Ling Xiaoxiao was heartbroken, crying and wailing...

This scene is so sad and tragic, so cruel that it makes people feel unbearable and secretly moved.

On the bluestone square, Liu Xunyi, who was holding the Wuji Sword tightly in both hands, was wet all over and panting heavily. He let Qingfeng's body lean on his shoulder, but he was still immersed in huge emotional fluctuations and could not react for a long time.

"Looking for clothes..."

I don't know when? Xiao Zhirou, full of worry, came closer. She pushed Qingfeng's body away with one palm, and gently placed her soft hands on Liu Xunyi's hands that were tightly holding the sword. With the mother's love and warmth, she slowly melted his heart that had been through so much and became broken and bloody.

As if awakened by Xiao Zhirou's call, Liu Xunyi's body trembled slightly. The moment he raised his eyes to look at his mother, his eyes were uncontrollably covered with a layer of tears.

"You've done very well, let go!" Xiao Zhirou suppressed her inner grief and smiled at Liu Xunyi, whose eyes were trembling, with great tenderness, "Son, give me the sword..."

The affectionate word "son" was like a blow to the head, hitting Liu Xunyi's soul. He could no longer control his emotions, and as he slowly loosened his hands, tears as big as beans fell silently.

"it is good!"

With a light response, Xiao Zhirou took the Wuji Sword with her left hand, and gently stroked Liu Xunyi's cheek with her right hand, wiping away the dirt that could no longer be distinguished as blood, tears, or rain.

"what!"

With a roar of grief and indignation, Liu Xunyi, overwhelmed with sorrow, fell to his knees. Xiao Zhirou, with tears streaming down her face, leaned forward without reserve and held him tightly in her arms.

"It's all my mother's fault that you have suffered this disaster..."

The clouds were unpredictable, the wind was strong and the rain was heavy, raging mercilessly between heaven and earth, washing away all things in the world, washing away all sins, and also tightly shrouding the poor mother and son who were reunited after a long separation and hugged each other and cried.

"Xunyi, let me see your hands..."

When Xiao Zhirou, with eyes full of concern, carefully turned over Liu Xunyi's slightly trembling palm, a shocking blur of flesh and blood suddenly appeared in front of her, making her subconsciously let out an unbelievable cry.

In an instant, Xiao Zhirou felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife, her liver was broken with pain, and her tears flowed like a river bursting its banks.

"Qingfeng, I will tear you into pieces and scatter your bones to ashes..."

Before Xiao Zhirou, who was filled with murderous intent, could whip Qingfeng's body, Liu Xunyi had already grabbed the corner of her clothes.

"Master Xiao... Master Xiao, he is dead."

Seeing that Liu Xunyi was still a little unfamiliar with her, Xiao Zhirou's eyes flashed with a hint of disappointment, but it was fleeting. "Mom, try to be gentler. Tell me if it hurts..."

"Don't worry, it's just a superficial wound. It won't cause any trouble."

Looking at Xiao Zhirou who was concentrating on bandaging his wound, Liu Xunyi felt an unprecedented warmth in his heart, and the burning pain in his palm seemed... no longer so unbearable.

"If it could be like this every day, I would rather be stabbed a thousand times, ten thousand times..."

I don’t know if it was a moment of trance or a result of deep emotion, but Liu Xunyi blurted out his inner thoughts subconsciously.

As soon as the words came out, Liu Xunyi regretted it, but it was too late to defend himself. Xiao Zhirou's movements had stopped, and she couldn't help shaking with a sob that she tried hard to hide.

"Xiao..."

"Your words... make me feel like dying. I would rather be the one injured today than have you suffer this torture..."

"I……"

"Liu Xunyi, return my master's life to me!"

Suddenly, a roar filled with grief and anger came from the sidelines.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of Wudang disciples led by Zheng Songren worked together to break through numerous obstacles, and rushed towards the troubled Liu Xunyi with swords raised like crazy.

"Unbelievable!"

Xiao Zhirou's eyes turned cold, and she leaned over to protect Liu Xunyi. She swung her sleeves, creating a wave of energy that immediately knocked away the dozen Wudang disciples who were rushing in the front.

"Stop them, don't show mercy."

"As ordered!"

At Xie Xuan's command, the Xianwang Mansion disciples led by Xu Heng and Ling Qing drew their swords and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the Wudang disciples who had lost their minds.

"Xie Xuan, do you dare to fight with me?"

"Why not?" Facing Gu Yue's provocation, Xie Xuan's eyes were like torches, and his fighting spirit was rising. "That night in the Xianwang Mansion, Deng Changchuan and Huang Yulang met with an unexpected accident. Did you have a 'contribution'?"

"What do you think?" Facing Xie Xuan's question, Gu Yue, who had already lost all hope, smiled grimly and challenged, "Deng and Huang are strong on the outside but weak on the inside, and are nowhere near as powerful as the rumors say. I wonder if the 'Seven Heroes of the Xianwang Mansion' are deceiving the world and stealing their reputation, or if these two are just filling in the numbers?"

"Whether it is a fraud or not, you will know today after trying it!"

Seeing Gu Yue admit that he was the murderer of Deng Changchuan and Huang Yulang, before Xie Xuan could respond, Murong Bai and Deng Quan on the side could no longer hold back their anger. They jumped up one after another and pounced on Gu Yue from the left and right.

"You want to use your numbers to bully the few..."

"We are just 'fighting fire with fire'!"

Facing Gu Ri's angry scold, Xie Xuan paused, crushed a piece of bluestone, and flashed out, appearing in front of Gu Ri in the blink of an eye, completely giving up his idea of ​​helping Gu Yue.

"I have heard that the martial arts of the 'Four Elephants of Wudang' are unfathomable. As the leader of the 'Four Elephants', you must be even better. I, Xie, have long wanted to learn from you!"

"It is said that your 'Dharma Finger' is extremely powerful. I have never believed it. Today is a good opportunity to learn from you."

While they were talking, Xie Xuan was already engaged in close combat with Gu Ri. Not far away, Gu Yue was under the joint siege of Murong Bai and Deng Quan, attacking and defending. The three of them were also fighting fiercely.

For a while, the two sides were fighting fiercely in the Bluestone Square.

The sudden outbreak of the melee was both unexpected and reasonable. Looking at the breathtaking flashes of swords and hearing the terrifying roars and wails, the people around were shocked and dodged and retreated, as if they were worried that the swords would hurt innocent people.

"Once Qingfeng is dead, the overall situation is set. With the shrewdness of Xie Xuan and Xunzhen, they will not give up even if Liu Xunyi feels sympathy. Therefore, Ling Xiaoxiao and others may not be able to escape the disaster today. Once all the elite Wudang warriors are killed, the Wudang Sect that has stood for a hundred years..." At this point, Jin Fuyu couldn't help but let out an inexplicable sigh, "The 'shrimp soldiers and crab generals' who survived by chance can't support such a huge Wudang. Presumably... the hundred-year-old Wudang will completely disappear from the Central Plains martial arts world. What a pity! What a pity!"

After saying this, Jin Fu Yu raised his eyes again and looked at Liu Xunyi who was in the center of the vortex. A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes that were not easily affected by fame or disgrace.

"Liu Xunyi, Liu Xunyi! After Luo Tianjin and Qingfeng, you are the biggest threat to me in the Central Plains martial arts world. You are also another stumbling block to my great cause. I will never have peace until I get rid of you!"

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(End of this chapter)