Everyone's mouths were open enough to stuff an egg, and they were speechless for a while. They all guessed the beginning, but they didn't guess the ending.
Until now, they didn't know how that sword could contain such a huge power. Perhaps, that sword contained the powerful strength of appearance, and also contained Mu Zhong's all-powerful blow, so the power was indeed not small. But even if the two of them join forces directly, they can't be Mu Chengyang's opponent, let alone just a long sword that was chopped off.
Could it be that Mu Hanyan wasn't bragging, what she was banging around these days wasn't just a whimsical nonsense, but a real magic weapon.
"My lord, what's wrong with you, my lord?" Mu Zhong rushed over crying, quickly turned over the bricks and pulled Mu Chengyang out.
Fortunately, Mu Chengyang is not dead yet, but his whole body is dusty, standing there like a clay sculpture.
The most frightening thing is that all of his clothes were torn to pieces by the sword fragments. A small piece of the sword pierced right in the center of his forehead. It penetrated very shallowly into the flesh, but it still pierced the skin. A line of blood dripped down his forehead to the tip of his nose. , and dripped down the tip of the nose to the chin, it really looked so embarrassing, so desolate.
"Mu Zhong, you are too ruthless. After all, he is also your son. No matter how much resentment you have in your heart, you shouldn't have done this." Zirong sighed.
"You're talking nonsense, I didn't." Seeing Mu Chengyang's injury like this, Mu Zhong was frightened out of his wits, and when Zirong said it, his heart thumped wildly.
"So many people were watching just now, and you still want to deny it. Who made my sword fly? It's not good where it flies. Why did you have to fly to Master Chengyang? How dare you say you didn't do it on purpose?" Zirong snorted disdainfully and said.
"Where did I know it would fly towards Young Master, you are clearly trying to sow discord." Mu Zhong was so angry that his lips trembled.
"You were the one who made the shot. You said you didn't know? Just kidding." Zirong turned her head to look at Huayue and said, "Huayue, let's demonstrate."
Huayue rolled her eyes, pulled out her long sword, and stabbed feebly.
With a slash of Zirong's sword, Huayue's sword came out of her hand and flew towards Mu Hanyan.
Mu Hanyan stretched out her arm, caught the long sword, then staggered back two steps, pointed at Zirong and said in pain, "Zirong, I have treated you well, why did you do this to me?"
Seeing Mu Hanyan's staggering footsteps and his grief-stricken expression, people around couldn't help laughing.
"Yuzhe, it's your turn." Zirong said to Jiang Yuzhe.
Jiang Yuzhe also rolled his eyes and stabbed out with a sword.
With a flash of beauty and sword light, a long sword with a cold light flew towards Mu Hanyan again.
"Zirong, we are called masters and servants, but I treat you like a brother, you are so cruel!" Mu Hanyan "hit" another flying sword in the left rib, stepped back two steps, and said in despair.
Seeing the tears of sincerity in Mr. Mu's eyes, the laughter around him became even more joyful.
"It's my turn, it's my turn." Han Yun'er jumped out and stabbed out with her sword.
"I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled... ah... ah..." Mu Hanyan was "hit" by the sword on his forehead, and let out a shrill scream.
"Pu Chi, Pu Chi." Even people with the best concentration, seeing Miss Mu's wonderful performance, couldn't help laughing out loud. Some even squatted on the ground with their stomachs in their hands, laughing so hard that they couldn't straighten their backs.
"These people are really... really shameless." Ye Lan watched from the sidelines for a long time, and he, who had always been calm, couldn't help but sigh.
"Is my young master too?" Zirong asked in a low voice.
"You guys are shameless, of course Han Yan is not, she is so smart." Ye Lanyan's double standards played tricks, and blurted out without any thought or hesitation.
The corner of Zirong's mouth twitched, and she fell silent.
Mu Chengyang and Mu Zhong, who were on the opposite side, had been stunned for a long time. They had seen shameless ones, but they had never seen such shameless ones. Is his surname really Mu? Is it really the blood left by an ancestor
In fact, even if Mu Zhong didn't defend himself, Mu Chengyang knew that this matter had nothing to do with Mu Zhong. Even if he was dissatisfied with himself, no matter how courageous he was, he would not dare to plot against him in front of so many people.
He just couldn't understand how Mu Hanyan's long sword that looked like copper and iron could be so powerful that it was comparable to the full blow of a master swordsman. , even if it is played at a higher level, it is impossible to reach this level. This is obviously the power of the long sword itself.
Could it be that this guy's sword casting skills are really so good? But if he really has superb sword-making skills, why is the sword so ugly
After much deliberation, Mu Chengyang couldn't figure it out. The only thing he could think of was: I...it seems...probably...should have been tricked again.
That's right, it was cheated. Mu Chengyang is not a fool, of course he knew that the sword could not fly towards him for no reason, and it came so fast and so fast that even his sword master's cultivation was almost unresponsive, the most annoying thing was , The power in that sword, even his strength in the sword master realm, suffered a big loss when he was caught off guard.
Obviously, all this was premeditated.
"Young Master Chengyang, you saw it just now. Fortunately, I didn't really intend to kill, otherwise my son would have died countless times. You'd better be careful in the future. It's okay for the guy next to you to work hard, but actually He is still hiding murderous intentions, I advise you to kill him earlier, otherwise you may not be able to sleep well if you stay by your side." Zirong ran to Mu Hanyan's side, took the few hands and let Mu Han The long swords that were dead, alive, and dead were returned to Huayue and the others one by one, and then said to Mu Chengyang earnestly.
"You...you spitting blood..." Mu Zhong looked at Mu Chengyang pitifully, almost crying.
"Let's go." Mu Chengyang really didn't want to face Mu Hanyan and his group of shameless people anymore, so he took Mu Zhong and walked out.
"Wait?" Mu Hanyan suddenly called out.
"Mu Hanyan, what else do you want?" Mu Chengyang pulled out the sword embedded in his forehead, and looked at Mu Hanyan resentfully, regardless of the blood rushing.
"I wanted you to pay for the wall." Mu Hanyan pointed to the brick wall that was knocked down, then looked at Mu Chengyang pityingly, and said, "Oh, forget it, it's okay to see you hurt like this." It's poor, I guess you were fined for half a year, and life is not easy, so let's leave it to you to treat your injuries."
When Mu Hanyan brought up the matter of the half-year rule again, Mu Chengyang became even more furious, and the blood on his forehead became more intense. It was really like a small fountain, surging continuously, and everyone around was shocked and worried for him.