Chapter 37 Nothing unexpected happens

There, she felt an unusual fluctuation of true energy, and it turned out that Yang Chong's martial arts skills were quite good.

He really had the relics of Jiang Taigong. Such fluctuations in true qi would be impossible to cause without the unique skills of hundreds of schools. Especially last year, he was just a teenager who knew some superficial external skills, but now, half a year later, he has mastered the internal true qi cultivation. The skills he practiced are definitely not ordinary. Jingwei analyzed his prey.

In the darkness, the eyes of the Jingwei were sparkling, showing its surprise at finding that its prey was quite good.

Yang Chong mobilized the Nine Yin Zhen to circulate between his meridians, integrating the arsenic into his skin and fingers bit by bit. As for his internal organs, he could do it now, but he couldn't do such a dangerous thing in the current situation.

This process is more important than the exam back then. The worst result of the exam is that it cannot change your life, but for Yang Chong now, martial arts can decide his life.

Life is too long, there is only a difference between good and bad, but your life is in your hands. If you are not careful, it will slip through your fingers and you will really lose it.

While the engaged couple Yang Chong and Jing Wei were living together, the killing in Weijiazhuang continued.

Every night someone died under the black and white sword, and then he would use the dead person's blood to scratch out a person's name on the stone tablet in the center of the village. Among the red bloodstains, the villagers who were tortured by fear day and night, some went crazy, some fled to the death trap outside the village, and some hanged themselves on the beams in their own homes.

And only a few days had passed.

As time went by, Yang Chong's mentality became more and more stable. He knew that as time went by, he would be closer to his plan, because when there were fewer and fewer people in the village, two young men who were going to take graduation exams would appear. When they appeared, Yang Chong could carry out his own operations.

But can Yang Chong really wait for that day? If nothing unexpected happens, he can wait. After all, in the original trajectory, many people in Weijiazhuang still survived. But if there are no accidents around him, can he still be the protagonist?

So as expected, Yang Chong encountered an accident.

……

dusk.

The setting sun is like blood.

A gust of wind blew through the yard, and the closed door was blown open.

A dark color reflected on the four people who were having dinner. Today, the demon of revenge visited this courtyard.

Yang Chong looked at the man who was barely shrouded in darkness. His eyes were devoured by him. He exuded a cold and desperate aura. The slightly strange clothing, the peculiar black sword, and the iconic scar on his face all told Yang Chong the other person's identity.

At this time, the black and white Xuan Jian used the world as cloth and the murderous aura as ink, rendering it layer by layer. The murderous aura that seemed to be real was obviously a very terrifying thing, but Yang Chong saw a strange beauty in it.

That is the ability of a top swordsman, integrating murderous aura, sword energy, sword momentum, and sword intent, using nothingness to influence reality and kill people invisibly.

"My luck is really bad." Yang Chong put down the bowl in his hand and slowly stood up. However, he was not as panicked as imagined. Instead, he became surprisingly calm. Jingwei and the other two also stood up. The scene they least wanted to face finally happened.

Hei Bai Xuan Jian looked at the four people in the room, and there was a hint of amusement in his cold eyes. A beautiful female master and a country boy, such a combination must have a very interesting story, even if it has not happened yet. Hei Bai Xuan Jian turned his eyes and said nothing more, and directly slashed at Jing Wei with a sword. He wanted the owner of this place to experience the pain of losing a loved one, or in other words, he wanted to see an interesting story.

Black and White Xuan Jian swung his sword and Yang Chong directly blocked in front of Jing Wei. He knew that he could not let Jing Wei take action no matter what, otherwise he would be really dead. However, by then, it would not be Black and White Xuan Jian who would kill him, but Jing Wei.

The sword energy filled with the breath of death instantly enveloped Yang Chong's body, and as it raged, it directly ripped his clothes into strips.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Hei Bai Xuan Jian looked at Yang Chong who was standing in front of Jing Wei. For a moment, she seemed to see another person in Yang Chong. At that time, she also stood in front of me like this and blocked the fatal attack for me.

"Afraid." Yang Chong tried his best to calm himself.

"Why are you still trying to block? No one has ever survived my sword." Hei Xuan Xuan Jian, whose mind was touched, seemed to have forgotten about killing Yang Chong for a moment. The black sword pointed at Yang Chong's neck, and the murderous aura was overflowing, but not a single sword hit Yang Chong's vital points.

"I am not only afraid of death, I am also afraid of pain, but there are things I am more afraid of." Knowing that he had won the bet in one round and did not need to start the second round, Yang Chong deliberately made his voice tremble.

"Hmm? What are you more afraid of?" asked Hei Bai Xuan Jian.

"I am more afraid that the person I love will die in front of me." Yang Chong said in a serious tone.

As Yang Chong said this, Aunt Wei and Qingque looked at him at the same time. They did not expect that Yang Chong would use his body to block Jingwei at the critical moment of life and death, and they did not expect Yang Chong to say such words.

What a deep affection! Even though they were assassins of Luowang and had already regarded feelings as something that could be discarded at any time, they couldn't help but feel touched at this moment.

Because Yang Chong is not just talking now, but is putting his body in front of Jingwei, facing the desperate black sword that has killed everyone in Weijiazhuang.

Only Jingwei had a blank expression from beginning to end, as if nothing could cause any fluctuations in her mood, whether it was Yang Chong's deep affection or Hei Bai Xuan Jian's murderous intent.

Are you more afraid that the person you love will die in front of me? Thinking about these words, Hei Bai Xuan Jian trembled in his heart, and couldn't help but think of his dead wife Wei Xianxian. She was also very afraid of pain. Normally, she would tear up when she got a needle pricked her hand. But at that time, she used her body to block the knife for me. She was obviously so afraid of pain.

As Hei Bai Xuan Jian was thinking about it, the hand holding the sword was already trembling slightly, which was simply impossible for a swordsman.

"Is she your wife?" asked Hei Bai Xuan Jian.

"Not yet, but it will be soon. Next month, I will marry Niu Shang." Yang Chong said.

"I'm afraid you can't wait until next month." Hei Bai Xuan Jian grinned, his face full of grimness.

"Fortunately, the situation is not too bad now. At least we are still together." Yang Chong replied, the fear on his face could hardly be concealed. This degree was just right.

"It's not too bad. You should get married now. If you get married now, I can guarantee that you will be the last two people to die in this manor." I don't know what Hei Bai Xuan Jian was thinking of, and he actually said such a sentence.

(End of this chapter)