"Mo Yuanchi has taught you guys with good qualifications to become a bunch of idiots. I feel ashamed for him. The only thing that is worthy of praise but also the biggest failure is the relationship between love and justice."
Yue Kong looked at the three people in front of him and curled his lips indifferently.
While speaking, he stretched his hand forward again, and the air was slightly distorted silently. Shan Qiulin and his junior sister both vomited blood and flew out.
Then Yue Kong still walked towards Jiangshan step by step.
If you want to cut off Jiang Shan's arms, you will never find anyone else!
"I want you to die!"
With only one arm left, Jiang Shan gritted his teeth and roared, and rushed towards Yue Kong again. The index and middle fingers of his left hand were pointed together like a sword. His true energy spurted out, turning into a four-foot golden sword light, and stabbed him with all his might.
His shameful side was seen by others and he had no face to show it to others. Since he couldn't kill everyone, he might as well just die...
"Stupid! Keep this arm too!"
Yue Kong said disdainfully, but still stretched out his hand and moved forward slightly. The air was slightly distorted, the golden sword light shattered, and Jiang Shan's remaining left hand would turn into blood mist in the next moment.
"don't want… !"
The little junior sister who was sent flying was bleeding from the corner of her mouth, looking in this direction in the air and screaming in despair.
"How could this happen..."
Shan Qiulin, who was also knocked out, muttered to himself in a daze and bewilderment, and crashed into the ruins with a bang.
This was not the result he wanted to see, but it turned out to be like this.
"That Yue Kong could easily kill Shan Qiulin and the other three brothers and sisters, but he didn't do it. Instead, he acted like a cat playing with a mouse. He must be waiting for someone!"
In the distance, Bai Yang looked here and frowned slightly, thinking to himself.
Seeing that Jiang Shan's other arm was about to be shattered, Yue Kong, who looked calm, raised his eyebrows and looked into the distance, with a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Under the night, a three-foot simple sword came across the sky.
The ancient sword has blood-like texture on its body, and there is a layer of transparent sword light wrapped around the sword body, cutting through the void, the air is distorted, silently but as fast as lightning!
Yue Kong raised his arm, with black real energy wrapped around his fingertips, and pointed at the three-foot long sword coming from across the sky.
There was a distance of three inches between his fingers and the long sword, and the scene seemed to freeze silently. The fingers and the sword edge were close to each other. Every time they got closer, the surrounding air became distorted and spread out like ripples.
At the same time, as Yue Kong's fingertips got closer and closer to the long sword, the true energy on his fingers and the transparent sword light outside the long sword's edge also dissipated and collapsed.
All this may seem slow, but in fact it is as fast as lightning. For others, it may only be a moment, but for Yue Kong, this process is a long one.
In the end, his fingertips actually came into contact with the edge of the long sword, but it was the real energy on his fingers that was dissipated first.
The corners of his eyes contracted slightly, and Yue Kong felt his fingertips pierce through the remaining sword light of the ancient sword!
Yue Kong curled his fingers and turned into an afterimage and flicked twice in succession on the side of the sword tip. The first flick of the sword light dissipated, and the second flick of the long sword flew back!
"Is that a Shinto sword?"
Bai Yang looked at this from a distance and his eyes widened.
Under the night, the distance was a bit far, and he really didn't see what was going on over there clearly. He just vaguely saw a long sword flying close to Yue Kong, and then Yue Kong raised the sword with his arm and flew away again!
Damn, I didn’t see clearly...
"Blood pattern sword! It's the master!"
Over there, in the ruins of the ruins, the little junior sister who had collapsed in despair suddenly said in surprise when she saw the long sword flying to save Jiang Shan, and hope was already igniting in her red eyes.
When the long sword flew back, an old man in gray flew quickly from a distance, grabbed the long sword flying back in the air, and in a second or two, it had come from hundreds of meters away. Arriving at the messy courtyard, he stood in front of Jiang Shan with a sword and faced Yue Kong.
"Mo Yuanchi, you are finally here. If it had been a little later, you might not have been able to see your three apprentices."
Yue Kong put his hands behind his back and looked at the old man a few meters in front of him with a faint smile.
Behind his back, Yue Kong wiped the index finger and thumb of his right hand, and a drop of blood on the tip of his index finger was wiped away.
Mo Yuanchi was wearing a gray robe and had gray and white hair. He looked almost eighty years old, but his face was rosy and there were very few wrinkles. Who knows how he maintained himself.
With a kind face, he looked at Yue Kong and nodded slightly:
"My three unearned disciples have caused you trouble. The disciples are at fault because the master failed to teach them well. I am here to apologize to you on their behalf. They have also received the punishment they deserve. Let them go." how?"
"Master, how can I let the master suffer for the mistakes my disciple committed?"
Behind Mo Yuanchi, Jiang Shan, who looked like a dead dog, changed his face and had a complicated expression. Regardless of his injured body, he turned over and knelt down and said, "My head has hit the bottom and I am too embarrassed to see people. I really am too embarrassed to see people."
Mo Yuanchi turned around, looked at Jiang Shan, shook his head lovingly and said:
"Silly boy, I failed to teach you a temperament that is indifferent to favors and humiliations. This is my fault. I failed to teach you the ability to distinguish right from wrong. This is also my fault. What happened here is not your fault, it is my fault."
Jiang Shan raised his head slightly and saw that Mo Yuanchi's expression was extremely complicated. He was so ashamed and angry that his throat seemed to be blocked by something. He couldn't say a word. He lowered his head again and was silent.
The moment Jiang Shan lowered his head, Mo Yuanchi put a pill into his mouth with a flick of his finger and said:
"Heal well, there is a teacher here"
After saying that, Mo Yuanchi turned back to look at Yue Kong.
"They are juniors and will inevitably make mistakes. I won't argue with them, but they killed people in my Wanhua Building. Since you are their master, it is up to you to give me an explanation."
"It should be so. What do you want?"
Mo Yuanchi nodded.
"We in Wanhua Tower have suffered thousands of casualties, and they are all good players. Dead people cannot be resurrected, and I am not short of useless money. Please leave the blood-marked sword in your hand to apologize."
Yue Kong looked at Mo Yuanchi and said calmly.
"good"
Mo Yuanchi was stunned for a moment, then nodded calmly.
"Master, you must not do it. It is something left by the master in the past. How can you hand it over to others? All these are the faults committed by the disciples. They should be repaid by the disciples. At the worst, if the disciples give up this life, it will be "
Jiang Shan instantly raised his head and said with red eyes. He raised his remaining left hand and slapped himself on the head.
"Brother, no"
The junior sister on the other side screamed in fright.
"It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this..."
Shan Qiulin was lying in the ruins muttering to himself, his mind went blank and he was completely confused.
Mo Yuanchi took a step forward and appeared next to Jiang Shan like a ghost. He grabbed his hand and shook his head:
"Silly boy, the blood-patterned sword is just an external possession. How can life be so important? Life is hard-won and shouldn't be so cheap. Give the blood-patterned sword to others now. You must practice martial arts well in the future. Take it back when you are ready. Wouldn’t a blood-patterned sword be enough?”
Jiang Shan was startled, his complex expression changed, and then he lowered his head and gritted his teeth.
"Thank you, Master, for your teachings. My disciple understands that I will never give up lightly no matter what. I hereby swear that I will get back the Blood Pattern Sword in my lifetime, otherwise I will be struck by lightning and die!"
"Good boy, just understand."
Mo Yuanchi nodded happily and smiled.
Then he walked towards Yue Kong and came two meters away. He looked down at the blood-patterned sword in his hand and touched the sword with his withered palms. His eyes were full of reluctance. Then he closed his eyes slightly and shook his head and smiled without saying a word. Fa handed the long sword over.
Yue Kong still looked at Mo Yuanchi with his hands behind his back, with a calm expression on his face and said nothing.
At this moment, Hua Sanniang, who had retreated far away, was very sensible. She quickly came over, took the blood pattern sword from Mo Yuanchi's hand with both hands, and stood behind Yue Kong.
"Master, my disciple is also at fault. I also swear that throughout my life, I will work with my senior brother to recover the blood pattern sword."
The junior sister came over with a pale face at this time, looked at Mo Yuanchi and swore, but most of her attention was focused on Jiang Shan.
"Silly boy, just have this heart."
Mo Yuanchi shook his head and smiled, then looked at Shan Qiulin not far away who looked confused.
"It seems that you master and disciple need a separate space, so I won't disturb you. Sanniang, let someone clean this place."
Yue Kong first looked at Mo Yuanchi and nodded, then turned slightly sideways and said to Hua Sanniang who was holding the blood pattern sword behind him.
After saying that, Yue Kong took the lead and walked out of the dilapidated courtyard. After only two steps, he paused and said without looking back:
"I didn't expect you to have touched the threshold of the master realm. It's a pity..."
After leaving such words, Yue Kong walked away.
Then hundreds of people quickly came to the small courtyard, quickly dealt with the messy scene, and took away the broken limbs and arms. In less than ten minutes, hundreds of people left quickly.
"Master, are you almost at the point of becoming a master? Then why did you still give the Blood Pattern Sword to Yue Kong?"
Jiang Shan, who was kneeling on the ground, asked in confusion.
However, when Jiang Shan finished these words, Mo Yuanchi's calm expression changed slightly, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, he raised his hand to wipe it off and shook his head:
"My master has only glimpsed the threshold of the master realm, and has not really stepped into that realm. Moreover, my master is old and his blood has declined greatly. Yue Kong is young and strong. It is precisely because of this that he has taken a fancy to it. It's a pity. It's not that I didn't have the strength to fight with him. It's just that I'm old and can't kill him. If I do it and he is seriously injured, I may die. Once I die, the three of you brothers and sisters will also die. It’s dangerous.”
"Master, it's all my apprentice's fault. I will definitely take the blood-patterned sword."
Jiang Shan took a deep breath and said.
"Now, calm down?"
Mo Yuanchi looked at Jiang Shan and smiled lovingly.
"Master, disciple...hey...I won't be able to see anyone anymore"
Jiang Shan said bitterly.
"Brother, I believe you are not that kind of person. No matter what happens, I will be by your side."
The junior sister came to Jiang Shan, looked at his broken arm distressedly and bit her lip.
Not far away, a confused Shan Qiulin looked at the situation here, smiled bitterly, stood up unsteadily and walked over, then bent his knees, knelt down in front of Mo Yuanchi and said:
"Master, all mistakes are because of my disciple..." (To be continued.)