As soon as this remark came out, everyone present was in an uproar.
"what?!"
"Young Master Yue, what's wrong?"
"He, he has already entered the magic way?!"
The clearer his face was livid, he pointed at the more Fusang, his always proud son, and sneered coldly, "Enough Sang'er, do you know what you are talking about?! Stop talking nonsense, it's coming to me. Come here! Get out of the way, today, I will razing Yinluo to the ground!"
Duan Ziyin didn't expect that Yue Fusang would go on speaking exactly as she thought. In this way, what she said would have a basis. Even if the investigation becomes more clear, there is still another Yue Fusang standing in front of him.
Just in my heart, I am somewhat unwilling! She tried her best, but in the end everything she wanted was taken away by the enchantress.
But now, she is finally dying! In this world, there is no longer a woman who would make Duan Ziyin jealous!
Yue Fu Sang knew that Yue Qing would not give up easily, and he didn't want to say anything. Before everyone saw how he moved, when they fixed their eyes and looked again, there was already a long sword shining with cold light in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at everyone. , "Father, in this way, you can only redeem your son's unfilial piety. Today, if you have to force it, you will step on my corpse!"
Wow—
Is he going to be an enemy of the whole arena of martial arts? !
Duan Ziyin's pupils tightened, never expected that Manshu's influence on Yuefu Sang would have reached such a level. For the sake of Yin Manshu, he actually disregarded the friendship between father and son, is it righteous, and intends to devote himself to the magical way? !
Fingertips fall into the palm of the palm, if so, if you can't get it, then they will all be ruined!
She said coldly to Yueqing: "Yue Gongzhu, did you hear that too? Yue Gongzi, he has been completely bewitched by the demon, and he is no longer the awe-inspiring Yuefu Sang who used to be! He is now just a puppet controlled by the demon! "
"To shut up!"
Yue Qing interrupted her coldly, and whispered, "Your calculations can be understood with a little bit of brain. What about my son, it is not my turn that you, a woman who is also a magic way, can comment on herself! Get out of the way! "
Having said that, he looked at Yue Fusang coldly, and said sadly: "Sang'er, you really want to be your father, and the entire Jianghu school?!"
The more Fusang's thin lips were pressed lightly, his heartbeat was extremely fast, as if something was about to peel from his bones. It's messy, but he knows very well, not because of what's in front of him. Then, something happened to her—
For a moment, he wanted to throw away the long sword in his hand, turned and left. Going to his arena is moral and righteous, with awe-inspiring character, nothing to do with him!
But he can't do it. If he leaves, this group of people will come in without hesitation. There is no Yin Manshu sitting in town, Yin Luo Sect, but a group of headless flies without a backbone.
With the long sword in his hand and the sword flower in his hand, he was filled with all the fierceness, the cold wind on the top of the cliff, his clear eyebrows were replaced by the gloomy color, "Needless to say, if you fight, then fight!"
Yue Qing watched as Duan Ziyin's instigation, the group of people who refused to obey his command rushed forward. His son, who had always touched his hands only with pen and ink, and only held books, was wrapped in an army of thousands of horses, wielding a long sword with the power of a single person, and the shadow of the sword.
The blood dipped his snow-white gown into a crimson, and his pale and clear cheeks were slashed with a hideous wound that was turned outwards, but he seemed to have no consciousness, so he wiped it at random, and in the next moment, he lifted the sword to a man's chest. pierce.