Chapter 3, The Bow and the Snake Shadow

Nie Fusing slightly gathered strength in his right hand, suddenly leaped up, and thrust out a palm. Bo Ye Jingxing let out a cold snort: "You overestimate yourself!" He raised his right hand slightly and directly met the opponent's right palm! Nie Fusing originally intended to test his depth, but just as he was about to release his internal energy, he saw the blade thread around his wrist extending towards him like a snake's tongue. The two figures moved and shifted, and in just a moment, they had exchanged dozens of moves.

Originally, if the righteous path merely shouted slogans, then Hakuya Kyoukou could have acted a bit more discreetly, and all would have been well. However, this Hakuya Kyoukou is purely a madman! His own weapon is already unmatched in the world, yet he begins to ponder over the weapons of others

Lukongshan sighed, knowing that it was indeed inappropriate to say such things at this moment, and he did not continue. The hall immediately fell silent again. Where could this demon go in thirty years?

The speaker is Hua Tingtao, the master of Tianying Gorge. His father also perished under the blade of Bo Ye Jingxing, and it is said that not even his entire body could be found. Therefore, he harbors a deep-seated hatred for Bo Ye Jingxing.

At this moment, upon arriving at Jiang Qingliu's room, she quickly took out the needle box and instructed the medicine boy to prepare the medicine to protect his heart pulse first. However, apart from Shan Wanchan and the matriarch, Madam Zhou, no one from the Jiang family came.

Nie Fusen's face instantly turned pale: "Bo Ye Jingxing, do not ask anymore"

Two significant events have occurred in the martial arts world. The first is that the leader of the martial arts alliance, Jiang Qingliu, has gone mad and lost all his martial arts skills. The second is that the notorious villain, Bo Ye Jingxing, who escaped from prison thirty years ago, is now missing.

Each word dripped with blood, yet he remained incredibly arrogant. As the last word fell to the ground, the blade in his hand suddenly recoiled like a snake's tongue. Nie Fuseng let out a muffled groan, his right arm lightened, and the knife had already dropped to the ground

The group of new disciples were left speechless, and someone in the audience said in a coarse voice: "How can Brother Kong Shan speak such words that elevate that demon's ambitions? Even if he can traverse the heavens and the earth, he was still captured by us and imprisoned in the dungeon for thirty years, wasn't he? It is a pity that Alliance Leader Jiang Shaosang is kind-hearted and, valuing his martial arts, refused to execute him. This has led to today's calamity." It is a pity that Alliance Leader Jiang Shaosang is kind-hearted and, valuing his martial arts, refused to execute him. This has led to today's calamity.

He first learned the sword and defeated the Demon Sword Shentu Yao, then severed the opponent's hand that wielded the sword. Next, he learned the saber and challenged He Yingjiu, the leader of the Jiuhua Sword Sect, and then severed He Yingjiu's hand that wielded the saber. ... After that, he began to learn staff techniques ...

Bohou Jinghang sighed. Although thirty years have passed since this person's era, the shadow that this name cast over the martial world has never faded away

The Eight Great Sects were also in turmoil, as the leaders from various factions secretly gathered at the Chenbi Villa. In the Gathering Hall of Chenbi Villa, thirty to forty individuals took their seats and were served tea. Jiang Yintian was busy attending to matters and had not yet made an appearance to receive guests

Thirty years ago, in fact..." He hesitated slightly, and Bo Ye Jingxing felt a dryness in his throat, likely due to the quick onset of the poison from the longevity pill. He took a small sip of the tea; this dreadful weather was truly unbearable. Nie Fuseng's gaze lingered between the cups: "The one who framed you back then was indeed someone else; this pertains to an astonishing conspiracy.

Nie Fusen slowly retreated until his back pressed against the brick wall: "It is impossible, you are not Bo Ye Jingxing! Who exactly are you?" He widened his eyes; although he was elderly, his gaze was still radiant and piercing, revealing extraordinary inner strength at a glance

A sweetness surged in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood. Nie Fusing laughed maniacally, casually drawing out the pipe from his waist; as he pulled the stem, it turned out to be a gleaming short sword. He grinned menacingly and lunged forward: "Bo Ye Jingxing, you are simply seeking your own death!"

Then Shaolin found the alliance leader Jiang Shaosang, requesting a joint effort with the Eight Major Sects to eliminate the evil fiend. Upon receiving the alliance notice, the Eight Major Sects responded, yet remained utterly unmoved. Later, news spread through the martial world that Bo Ye Jingxing was preparing to study palm techniques after mastering his staff techniques, which immediately alarmed Wudang, prompting them to send a group of elites over. ... And * illustrations * books, then it was rumored by someone that after mastering palm techniques, he might also study spear techniques ...

He was slightly out of breath, gradually losing his advantage. He clenched his right hand into his chest, suddenly crushing something, and then with a palm strike, he sent the powder flying with the wind of his hand. Taking advantage of the moment when the young man dodged the gust, he turned and crashed through the window, intending to escape. Then, he felt a chill in his right foot, as something cold wrapped around it.

The night at Songfeng Mountain Villa was eerily silent, and in the elegantly furnished study, an elderly man in blue was bent over reading. Suddenly, a noise came from outside the window, and he raised his head: "Who is it?"

When Cui Xue found Shang Xin, Shang Xin arrived very quickly. She is a healer and is not involved in the interests and entanglements between the Jiang family's side branches. Moreover, Jiang Qingliu has done her a favor at Tianxiang Valley, so her coming here is entirely out of respect for Jiang Qingliu.

Bohong Jingxing's right hand was slightly bent, and that red thread retracted like a snake's tongue, coiling on the white wrist of his right hand. After a bout of fighting, he was covered in sweat, and he frowned slightly, truly disliking the feeling of his clothes sticking to his skin: "Do not waste everyone's time"

The Jiang family is currently led by the patriarch Jiang Yintian, who is naturally most concerned about the matter of succession. Recently, he has been selecting the outstanding members among the younger generation. Since the diagnosis by Shang Xin, the Jiang Qingliu branch has been rather neglected. The Jiang family is a large clan, and the relationships among the various branches are intricate and complex.

Nie Fuseng did not dare to move, and after panting heavily for a while, finally said: "I will tell you."

In the past, he was the heir, destined to inherit the position of the clan leader, and naturally, everyone valued him. Today, he is like a useless person; who would bother to come and care for him

Blood flowed from the corners of his lips as he lunged forward and grabbed Nie Fuseng by the collar: "Speak! Why is it so?"

The old man in blue suddenly changed his expression; Nie Fusing was the name he was known by during his years in the demonic path, a name little known in the righteous sects. He carefully scrutinized the newcomer and noticed a roll of bright red silk thread wrapped around the person's right wrist. He took a step back, his pupils constricting: "You... Bo Ye Jingxing!"

Bai Ye Jinghang was about to speak when suddenly an arrow flew across. He swiftly drew his knife to deflect it, but in doing so, he coughed up a mouthful of blood. The toxicity of the shadow of the bow and the snake was clearer to him than anyone else. If he did not quickly adjust his breathing, even he would pay a heavy price. But the truth, the truth he had waited over thirty years for!

The fine golden needles, as thin as cow hair, suddenly came to a halt, and the bright red knife threads fell to the ground in despair, leaving only two lifeless corpses in the study

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly lowered his head to look at the teacup in his hand—What the heck!

Nie Fuseng lowered his head and ceased to speak. Bo Ye poured out a white jade bottle from his sleeve, which he had obtained from Jiang Qingliu. He took the cups from the table, poured in two drops, and filled it with tea: "This poison is called 'Cup Bow Snake Shadow', and you must be well aware of its properties. Since we are all in the same situation, let us not make it too unpleasant, shall we?"

His eyes, still covered by a murderous aura, revealed a hint of astonishment. Haya Kiyoshi let out a cold laugh: "Surprised? There is something even more unexpected. Do you want to see it?"

"Nie Fuseng." His voice was exceptionally clear when he spoke, carrying a hint of softness, "After many years, you actually do not recognize an old friend."

As soon as he finished speaking, he tilted his head and fainted

Golden needles of light shot in through the window one after another, and Bo Ye Jingxing found himself in a somewhat awkward position as he tried to evade them. His chest felt as cold as ice, and his skin began to swell. It was as if all the blood in his body was rushing outward. His consciousness gradually became hazy, when suddenly a sound of footsteps echoed from outside.

Bai Ye Jinghang had hair as dark as ink and skin as white as snow. He squinted his eyes, stood up, and his silk shoes nearly stepped on the old man's hand: "Where is my master?"

Within a month, the leader of the martial arts world, Jiang Shaosang, united with the righteous sects of the Jianghu to engage in a life-and-death struggle against the demon lord Bo Ye Jingxing. In that decisive battle, half of the Jianghu allies suffered casualties, and Bo Ye Jingxing was severely injured and fled. Jiang Shaosang understood the principle of letting the tiger return to the mountain, and immediately ordered each sect to send more talented disciples to continue the pursuit

At that time, all the spies from various sects were desperately trying to ascertain the whereabouts of Bo Ye Jingxing before each encirclement, with the aim of enabling the numerous heroes and young knights to accurately avoid capture each time

Such a formidable villain is not easily offended even by the righteous sects. At that time, the leader of the martial arts world was Jiang Qingliu's grandfather, Jiang Shaosang, who had organized several campaigns to encircle Bo Ye Jingxing. However, all the participating sects understood that this was merely a verbal explanation for the uninformed onlookers.

In the vast hall, an unexpected silence prevailed. After a long while, a young disciple from the Quick Blade Sect quietly asked his elder, Lu Kongshan: "Master, who exactly is this Bo Ye Jingxing, that he has managed to attract so many esteemed figures from the martial world?"

A faint and almost imperceptible sound pierced through the air, and Bo Ye Jingxing could only use the corpse in his hands as a shield. It was a golden needle as fine as a cow's hair, which with a soft thud, directly embedded itself into Nie Fusing's shoulder. Nie Fusing's temple had already turned a dark shade, indicating that someone had killed him

Bohyeo Jinghang was as interesting as paper, his upper teeth tightly biting his lower lip, and the blade thread on his right wrist, as if it had drunk fresh blood, wove an unbreakable web in the air. Nie Fuseng's sword light unexpectedly encountered an iron wall and a copper wall, making it difficult to penetrate even an inch.

Master! Someone has broken in from outside and has picked up the corpse of Nie Fusing. The once silent Songfeng Villa is now in chaos. As Bo Ye Jingxing was helped up, he uttered only one sentence: "I am the... cough cough, I am a close friend of Jiang Qingliu, the leader of the martial arts alliance"

You are ... ... '' Although he is elderly, he still considers himself not yet old enough to have blurred vision. Who is this young man? He has no recollection of him at all

Bohyeo Jinghang slowly crouched down, turning the cup in his hand, the tea inside a shade of greenish brown: "Speak."

He lowered his head to look, only to see the white bone at the severed wrist, and it took a long time for fresh blood to spurt out. He let out a wild scream at m.hetushu.com, only to be struck by the blade again on his left hand. The person in front of him was as cold as a hellish Asura; as long as he exerted a little force with his right hand, this left hand would immediately fall to the ground.

Bai Ye Jinghang held the tea cup in his hand, and the intense fighting had left his already weary body quite fatigued, with his patience running thin: "Well, I suppose my senior brother wishes to taste the flavor of this bow snake shadow."

Nie Fusen repeatedly dodged, fully aware of the toxicity of the shadow of the bow and the snake: "No, no, I tell you, I tell you!"

The sole purpose is to let everyone know that, in fact, the righteous sect has not given up on healing

Damn, Shaolin is getting anxious

Bohong Jingxing took another sip of tea, his face full of impatience: "If you keep talking nonsense, I will really make you experience..."

The young man sat down beside his desk, undoubtedly Banye Jingxing. He calmly poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and then said: "Go ahead, how much do you know about what happened back then?"

However, the expression of Nie Fusing, who stood before him, gradually faded to a pallid hue, and his eyes slowly lost their luster. A trickle of black blood emerged from the corner of his lips, and after trembling for a long while, he ultimately did not utter a single word.

He suddenly froze in place, and finally sat back in the corner. He looked despairingly at the knife wire entangled around his right foot: "Boye Jingxing, no, it’s impossible, it has been thirty years, how could you..."

A youth dressed in a plain brocade robe slowly walked in from outside. His long hair was tied up with a vine flower, and a few strands of bangs fell across his exquisitely featured face, making it difficult to discern his gender. The elderly man in blue was taken aback and stepped back, astonished that he had not noticed where this youth had come from

Also falling to the ground was the right hand holding the knife

It was this moment of negligence that led to the ambush of this leader, nearly costing him his life

Bai Ye Jinghang, sixty years ago, roamed the martial world, killing mercilessly, with blood on his hands. After slaying eight retired masters of the martial world, he became invincible under heaven. Even the once most prominent evil sect, the Yin-Yang Path, dared not provoke him.