The protagonist of this crossover film and television series is disrupting the plot again.

Chapter 477 Joy of Life 33

At this moment, Fan Xian had no time to ponder those profound questions.

Regardless of Chen Pingping and Fan Jian's plans, Fan Xian's only thought was to find the "Chicken Leg Girl," uncover the truth behind his mother's death, take revenge, and then return to Danzhou with his beloved to live a peaceful life.

He never thought of settling down in Kyoto, let alone building connections or influence.

However, the people in the three places are different.

Although he hadn't been in Kyoto for long, he hadn't had much contact with his senior brothers from the three places.

However, thanks to Fei Jie as their master, the friendship between the two disciples progressed rapidly.

Now, his fellow disciples have died trying to save him, while the culprit has only suffered minor injuries. Gong Dian even needs to find a doctor to treat their wounds.

How could Fan Xian not feel grief and indignation in this situation?

As if sensing Fan Xian's intense emotional fluctuations, a strange smile suddenly appeared on Cheng Jushu's face, who was bound hand and foot.

In Fan Xian's eyes, that smile was nothing short of blatant mockery.

Fan Xian's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and the last thread of reason in his mind snapped.

He stared intently at Cheng Jushu, who was being held down, and driven by immense anger, he gripped his short sword and charged at Cheng Jushu.

"what!"

With a roar, Fan Xian strode up to Cheng Jushu, his short sword gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and fearlessly swung it at the tall figure.

At this moment, the young general was handing over with the men brought by Gong Dian when he saw Fan Xian charging towards him with a blade. Startled, he hurriedly drew his long sword from his waist and tried to cut down the short sword in Fan Xian's hand.

Unexpectedly, Fan Xian, enraged at this moment, not only blocked the young general's attack but also knocked away his long sword.

The long sword twirled twice in the air, then fell in a silver arc.

Cheng Jushu suddenly stepped forward, raising his hands at the same time. The falling knife cut a gap in the rope binding his hands.

Cheng Jushu's arm muscles bulged as he suddenly exerted force.

With a low "Hey!" the rope snapped.

Freed from his restraints, he charged straight at Fan Xian like a wild horse.

Upon seeing this, the young general's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly bent down, picked up the knife from the ground, and followed closely behind, chasing after Cheng Jushu with the knife in hand.

No one expected that Fan Xian, who had been seriously injured by two explosions, would suddenly wake up and even have the strength to attack Cheng Jushu.

Even more unexpectedly, Cheng Jushu, who was bound hand and foot, cleverly used the long sword that the young general had knocked down to cut the ropes binding him. Instead of running away, he went to meet Fan Xian who was attacking him.

The two were about to get entangled.

"How dare you!"

Ye Zhong suddenly roared, took a big step forward, and pushed Cheng Jushu with a palm like lightning.

puff--

With a dull thud, Cheng Jushu, who was rushing at high speed, was struck by the force of the palm and his body suddenly tilted to one side. It felt as if his chest was about to be completely pierced by the palm. His huge body staggered and became unsteady. He instantly lost all fighting power and collapsed helplessly to the ground.

This is the strength of a ninth-rank master.

With just one palm strike, Cheng Jushu, who had just brutally defeated Fan Xian and Teng Zijing, was instantly rendered powerless.

Admittedly, this is partly due to Cheng Jushu's injury.

However, Ye Zhong managed to cripple Cheng Jushu without killing him, demonstrating extremely precise control of his palm strike.

At the same time, Gong Dian quickly intervened and stopped Fan Xian, who was losing control of his emotions.

However, Fan Xian had already gone mad, with only one thought in his mind: to kill Cheng Jushu.

Therefore, even though Gong Dian blocked him, he gritted his teeth, struggled to turn over, and charged at Cheng Jushu again.

Gong Dian frowned, preparing to raise his hand to knock Fan Xian unconscious to prevent the situation from escalating further, when he suddenly heard a terrified scream from behind him:

"Ah! General, get out of the way!"

However, it was the young general who had been chasing Cheng Jushu earlier who, because he was running too fast, saw Ye Zhong knock Cheng Jushu off balance with a palm strike and was about to sheathe his sword and stand firm when the accident happened.

The young man accidentally stepped on a slippery pebble, lost his balance, and involuntarily thrust his knife straight at Ye Zhong.

"This……"

That's so damn shameful!

Ye Zhong cursed inwardly and glanced at the young general with a disgraceful look.

The knife wasn't fast, and its force was quite limited, so Ye Zhong didn't feel any particular emotion, only a sense of embarrassment. At the same time, he thought to himself:

Gong Dian was also present at this moment. If he saw this scene, wouldn't he think that his Kyoto garrison was full of good-for-nothings?

Ye Zhong really didn't want to admit that this reckless fellow was one of his soldiers, but reality wouldn't allow him to deny it.

"After we return today, everyone in the Kyoto Garrison will undergo extra training!"

Thinking this to himself, Ye Zhong prepared to raise his hand and knock away the long sword that was already approaching him.

However, just as he was about to raise his hand, a slight ripple seemed to pass through the air.

Immediately afterwards, an inexplicable force descended, like invisible shackles, tightly binding his arms and rendering him unable to move.

Um? ? ? ?

I can't move at all!

Ye Zhong's expression changed drastically. He was bewildered by this sudden force and, even with all his strength, he was still unable to break free from it.

The young general's knife was almost touching his clothes.

The situation was urgent, and there was no time to think. Just as Ye Zhong was about to sidestep the attack—

"Pfft-"

The sound of a long sword piercing through armor and flesh rang out.

Ye Zhong lowered his head in disbelief, his gaze fixed on the long sword stuck in his chest. He felt a chilling cold spread from the blade to his entire body, as if he had instantly fallen into an ice cellar.

How could such a slow knife possibly kill itself?

I am a master of the ninth rank!

"I...you..."

Ye Zhong stared wide-eyed at the face distorted with terror before him.

He wanted to say something, but before he could utter a word, a mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth, instantly staining his chest armor red.

The force binding his arms had quietly disappeared. Ye Zhong struggled to raise his finger, which trembled as he pointed at the young general, making a "gurgling" sound in his throat.

Before he could utter a word, more blood gushed from his throat.

With a heavy thud, Ye Zhong's body collapsed uncontrollably to the ground.

From Fan Xian's sudden outburst to Ye Zhong being stabbed and falling to the ground.

Everything changed in the blink of an eye, so fast it was breathtaking.

Gong Dian was momentarily dazed, and by the time he came to his senses and realized what had happened, it was too late.

The air around them seemed to freeze, and everyone was so shocked by this sudden turn of events that they were speechless.