The disciples of the Changqing Palace guarded all around them, following Yue Qing's instructions, shouting in unison, "Those who retire don't kill!"
"Retreat, don't kill!"
All the voices gathered together, very shocking. The snow on the ground had been stained red with blood, and the scene full of corpses was terrifying. The heads of the sects looked at Yue Qing's firm and unwilling gaze, and couldn't help gritting their teeth, "Yue Qing, you are an enemy of the whole martial arts!"
"We misunderstood you. From now on, we will see you again and never die!"
"let's go!"
If he continues to fight, it will only be the result of losing both sides. He has a great career in the Qing Dynasty palace, but they are different. This time, the foundation has been shaken, although I hate it in my heart, but I can't really fight him to die.
If Luo Jiao took the opportunity to appear, all of them, I am afraid that their lives will be accounted for here.
Soon, as the Tathagata came, everyone except the people in the Changqing Palace retreated.
Yue Fusang held down the blood that was constantly pouring out of his abdomen, his eyelashes drooped, and said softly to Yue Qing: "Sorry, father, I let you down."
His father had extremely high expectations of him, and hoped that he would inherit the Changqing Palace and continue to promote the Changqing Palace in the future. Unfortunately, he was destined to only let him down.
His heart fluctuated violently, and the clearer he pursed his lips. Many times, he wanted to slap him and wake him up. However, when he saw the hideous wound on his face and the bloody appearance on his face, his hands trembled, and he couldn't get his hands anymore.
He naturally knows what it feels like to love someone. At the beginning, he was desperate for Viet Fusang's mother. He originally thought that the more Fusang had such a cold temper, in this life, he would not experience the vigorous and very crazy feelings of his youth.
Unexpectedly, he gave him a huge shock. Not only did he fall in love, but he also fell in love with a demon girl who was notorious in the arena, Yin Manshu--
He sighed deeply and waved helplessly, "It's nothing, who told me that I have only one son, if I really let you go, I will have no face to see your mother when I go underground in the future!"
"But," he suddenly raised his head, "I am your father, and I will not blame you, but for those disciples who have always trusted and admired you, you always owe them an explanation!"
The more Fusang heard the clearer words, the corners of blood-stained lips gradually burst into a faint smile. Like the ink-stained eyes, climbing up to the radiant color again, he gently said, "Thank you, father."
Yue Qing waved his hand uncomfortably, turning his head away from him. At the moment no one noticed, the corners of his lips quickly conjured up an imperceptible smile. His son has always had a cold personality. As a man, he didn't know how to get along with his children. The first time I heard him thank him, it was also the first time that he felt that his son was also dependent on him.
The more clearly what he said, the more Fusang naturally understood. In the end, he looked at the countless pairs of eyes that looked at him without blinking, and those eyes were full of trust. He sank for no reason, and a touch of guilt rose in his eyes.
The long sword fell on the ground with a dull sound.
Yue Fusang pushed away the one that helped him, Yue Qing slowly raised his eyes, lifted his robe with one hand, and knelt down firmly facing the disciples.
Seeing this scene, Yue Qing's eyes flashed, but he didn't stop it.