Soon, countless corpses were lying around him.
His long and stern figure stepped on those corpses, his eyes were as cold as a knife, and it was frightening.
His son was finally forced to become a murderous, demon—
People are constantly pouring up around him, and he is desperate to fight, so he can do it more than anyone else. Someone keeps falling down, and then someone rushes up, no matter how tough he is, he is just a person.
Soon, he was sneak attacked from behind, the long sword directly penetrated his body, and the tip of the sword, which was dripping blood, came out of his abdomen.
Yue Qing's face changed drastically, and he exclaimed in amazement, "Sang'er!!"
This sound, sorrow and sorrow, resounded through the sky!
I don't know when the sky will change, and the foggy sky is full of dark clouds, as if turbulent waves are brewing, about to hit.
"My disciples in the Changqing Palace listen to the order!" Eyes that are very similar to Yue Fusang flashed, and the clearer gritted his teeth, and squeezed out a sentence from his mouth, "Protect the young master with all my strength! As long as those who block, kill without mercy—"
His raised hands fell heavily, wrapped in the breaking wind, powerful momentum, shocking!
The many disciples of the Changqing Palace who had long been unable to restrain themselves heard the words and shouted in unison, "Follow the instructions of the palace lord!"
"Protect Young Master with all your strength! Kill!"
Half of the people present were from the Changqing Palace. The Changqing Palace has been established in a century-old foundation in the arena, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the largest school in the arena. There are many disciples, and all of them are firm in mind, and they are very affectionate.
The Changqing Palace recruited disciples regardless of their aptitude, only their character. Only after passing the character can enter the Changqing Palace. Conversely, if the character is not good enough, and a person with a distorted character, no matter how good the aptitude is, he will definitely not get in!
Yue Fusang has a high reputation in Changqing Palace. It was for them that he was taken hostage voluntarily and taken into the Yinluo Sect.
Don't say there is any misunderstanding, or there is no misunderstanding, their young master has really entered the devil's way, bewitched by the demon girl, and they are also the young master they have always admired!
Seeing this, Yue Fusang, who had already been struggling, his eyes trembled, "Father..." He closed his eyes weakly. In the end, he ruined the reputation of Changqing Palace for a century.
After this battle, the status of Changqing Palace in the arena will definitely plummet.
Yue Qing killed Yue Fusang with a sword, raised his hand to support his shaky body, and said in a deep voice, "No need to say more, no matter what you become, you are my son!" As a father, how could he stand by and watch. With his son being killed in front of him
Regardless of his ethics and justice, he is not a saint, and he cannot do justice to destroy his relatives! He only knew that if someone dared to hurt him twice, he would give it back a hundred times! !
"Yueqing, are you crazy too?!"
The heads of the sects who were being killed continued to retreat shouted.
"Stop it! Are you trying to kill us?"
"If the evil spirits of the Luo Sect come out at this time, we will all explain here!"
"Quickly stop! Yue Qing, you villain who betrayed the morals of the world!"
Those who could be brothers with him just a moment ago, at this moment, all will kill his son. There was blood in Yue Qing's eyes, and he sneered, "It has nothing to do with me if you want to touch my son today!"
He held up the long sword in his hand and scanned the crowd with cold eyes, "Retreat, don't kill!"