Chapter 273: A vicious plot to destroy one's heart (IV)
Just when Jiang Qidong was fighting with Jiang Qiliang and his sister, Jiang Qilin and Jiang Mingyang teamed up to severely injure the three people, and then turned back.
Jiang Mingyang had been tossing for so long, just to vent his anger, how could he not show up at this time.
"Innocence can never be proven. Only by killing those who question it can we solve it once and for all..."
Jiang Mingyang put his hands in his pockets and walked out of the dense forest with three steps and three steps. Jiang Qilin followed behind him.
Seeing this scene, how could Jiang Qidong not know who the traitor was.
"Jiang Qilin, you traitor, scum, bastard!"
Jiang Qidong's eyes bulged, and the veins on his forehead jumped wildly. He wanted to tear him to pieces.
Even if Jiang Mingyang was right in front of him, he didn't care. All he saw was Jiang Qilin, the traitor.
Because of this bastard, the Jiang family's foreigners who came to the trial were almost completely lost.
He targeted Jiang Mingyang just to please the upper clan, but he really hated Jiang Qilin.
"Jiang Qidong, a man who knows the current situation is a hero. You are such a loser, how can I change my family?
I want to correct one thing. I admit that you say I am a scum, but I don't admit that I am a traitor.
Jiang Mingyang is also a member of the Jiang family, how can he be called a betrayer."
Jiang Qilin was complacent, but deep in his eyes, he was hiding fear, worry and anxiety.
Whether Jiang Qidong wins or Jiang Mingyang wins, it is not a good result for him.
He knew that Jiang Mingyang was poisonous, but at this moment and in this situation, he had to pinch his nose and drink poison to quench his thirst.
"What about you, do you have the same attitude as him?"
Jiang Qidong turned and looked at Jiang Qiliang and his sister, his eyes were cold and cold, as if he was nurturing endless murderous intent.
Jiang Qiliang and his sister paused, not knowing how to answer.
They were different from Jiang Qilin. Jiang Qilin defected first, and they were forced to cooperate with Jiang Mingyang.
"Ahem, isn't their attitude obvious enough?
Being betrayed and surrounded by your own people, did it make you feel broken, helpless, and desperate?"
Jiang Mingyang cleared his throat and stared at Jiang Qidong with a smile, as if he was looking at a clown.
"Jiang Mingyang, don't think that you can do whatever you want with three clowns helping you.
I admit that I underestimated you, but you will definitely die. How do you want to die?"
Jiang Qidong lost his momentum, ignored the three traitors, and looked at Jiang Mingyang calmly.
Jiang Mingyang shrugged, his eyes swept over the three traitors one by one, and smiled: "I died of old age, what do you think?"
"Humph, sharp teeth and sharp tongue can't save you!"
Jiang Qidong shouted coldly, glanced at the traitors with the corner of his eyes, and said sarcastically: "They even betrayed the family that raised them, how can they be loyal to you?
It is in their best interest for you and me to perish together.
As long as your mind is still normal, you should join hands with me to kill them, and then decide the winner!"
Jiang Qidong's words directly hit the three traitors' vital points.
No matter who wins between Jiang Mingyang and Jiang Qidong, it is not a good result for them. Both sides are hurt, which is what they want to see most.
Before a life-and-death duel, it is indeed the most reasonable choice to clean them up first.
Jiang Qilin and Jiang Qiliang retreated together, carefully guarding against the two, and looked at each other again.
Although there was no verbal communication, they knew what the other was thinking.
Once Jiang Mingyang and Jiang Qidong make unusual moves, they will cooperate with each other and fight to the death.
"Come on, stop showing your low IQ. If you really have the ability to play with people's hearts, why would you end up like this."
Jiang Mingyang disdainfully complained, then smiled and looked around at the three people, saying: "Jiang Qilin betrayed first, and Jiang Qiliang's brother and sister betrayed later. If they want to survive, they must kill you.
After you die, the three traitors will fight each other to ensure that no one knows that they have betrayed the Jiang family.
If they are smart, they will take advantage of the fight between you and me to decide the winner, and then help me kill you.
If they are more conservative, they will decide the winner between each other, and then wait for the fisherman to benefit."
"So what?"
Jiang Mingyang's analysis was orderly, but Jiang Qidong couldn't understand what he wanted to say.
"So, as long as I don't take the initiative to kill them, no matter what they do, it will benefit me. Why should I cooperate with you?
What's more, I need to plant a spy inside. Is there any spy more suitable than them?
Among the few of us, except for themselves, I am the one who is most reluctant to see them die."
Jiang Mingyang's eyes were full of sarcasm, and Jiang Qidong's forehead was throbbing with anger. The three traitors became active again.
The newly formed alliance collapsed in an instant. Not only did they suspect each other, but their hatred also became extremely obvious.
Jiang Mingyang was well aware of the evil of human nature. He used the simplest game theory and extreme self-interest to tie the three traitors firmly to his chariot.
"Jiang Qidong, stop stirring up trouble. You will definitely die today!"
Jiang Qilin was the first to express his opinion, followed by Jiang Qiliang and his sister, who said in unison: "Jiang Qidong, don't blame us, we don't want to die."
"Okay! Okay! A bunch of heartless clowns, you really think I can't do anything to you if you join forces!
The outsiders don't value me, the upper clan looks down on me, and even you ignore me!
Do you really think that I, Jiang Qidong, have only this much ability?
Brothers Jiang Haoding and Jiang Haobai, if they don't have the direct blood of the upper clan, what kind of geniuses are they!
If I have psychic weapons, I will crush them like killing chickens and dogs, let them know what genius is, let them know what despair is!
Nine Styles of Fiery Sun·Flame Ghost!"
Jiang Qidong's face was ferocious, and he roared angrily at everyone. The successive failures made him furious, and the betrayal of his own people made him crazy.
His blood and qi were surging wildly, and endless heat waves were surging wildly.
White smoke and heat waves filled the air, surging and gathering behind Jiang Qidong, forming a ferocious skull.
When Jiang Qidong's power accumulated to the peak, fire flickered in the deep eye sockets of the skull, and the white smoke skull was instantly engulfed by the flames.
The flame skull opened its mouth and swallowed Jiang Qidong in one mouthful, and the orange-red flames surrounded him.
This is Jiang Qidong's strongest combat skill: Lieyang Nine Styles·Flame Ghost.
Use secret techniques to stimulate the blood and nourish the terrifying energy ghost in the body.
Release the ghost to forcibly awaken the blood, at the cost of burning the blood and qi, temporarily perfect with the blood power, and reach the realm of controlling the flame energy.
This combat skill has a lot of side effects, but it is much smaller than the extreme attack and kill.
As long as it is not overused, a little recuperation for a while can completely make up for the loss.
"You! You actually mastered the last move of the Nine Styles of the Fiery Sun!"
Jiang Qilin's eyes were filled with horror, his voice trembling with fear.
Jiang Qiliang and his sister also stepped back subconsciously, saying in disbelief: "This is impossible! Your blood concentration cannot be so high, have you been hiding your strength all this time!"
The Fiery Sun taught by foreigners is a simplified version with the core erased. Unless the blood concentration is extremely high, it is impossible to practice the last move.
"You have too many questions. I will tell you slowly after sending you on your way..."