Chapter 192 Confession

"Mo Yuanchi taught you guys with good aptitude to become a bunch of idiots. I blush for him. The thing that deserves a little praise is also the biggest failure. It's just that there is love and righteousness."

Yue Kong looked at the three people in front of him and curled his lips indifferently. (viii) 『Δ⑴ Chinese Network 『⒈

While speaking, he stretched his hand forward again, the air twisted slightly silently, Shan Qiulin and his junior sister both vomited blood and flew backwards.

Then Yue Kong still walked towards Jiang Shan step by step.

Say that Jiang Shan's arms are broken, and he 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 finger and middle finger of his left hand pointed like a sword.

His embarrassing side was seen by others, and since he has no face to face others, since he can't kill everyone, he might as well die...

"Stupid! Keep this arm too!"

Yue Kong said disdainfully, but still stretched out his hand to move forward lightly, the air twisted slightly, the golden sword glow shattered, and the next moment Jiang Shan's remaining left hand would also turn into a blood mist.

"don't want……!"

The little junior sister who was thrown out was bleeding from the corner of her mouth, and she looked in this direction in the air and screamed in despair.

"How could this be..."

Shan Qiulin, who was also sent flying out, muttered to himself in a daze and bewilderment, and smashed into the ruins with a bang.

This was not the result he wanted to see, but the fact turned out like this.

"That Yue Kong could easily kill Shan Qiulin and his three brothers and sisters, but he didn't do that. He was like a cat playing with a mouse. He must be waiting for someone!"

Looking at Bai Yang in the distance, he frowned slightly and muttered to himself.

Seeing that Jiang Shan's other arm was about to be shattered, the calm Yue Kong raised his eyebrows and looked into the distance, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Under the night, a three-foot simple long sword came across the sky.

There are blood-like textures on the ancient sword,

There is a layer of transparent sword light wrapped around the body of the sword, piercing the void, twisting the air, silent but as fast as lightning!

Yue Kong raised his arm, his fingertips were entwined with black real essence, and he pointed at the three-foot long sword coming from the sky.

The distance between his finger and the long sword was three inches, and the picture seemed to be frozen silently. The finger and the sword edge were close to each other. Every time they got closer, the surrounding air twisted a little, spreading out like ripples.

At the same time, as Yue Kong's fingertips got closer to the long sword, the true essence above his fingers and the transparent sword light beyond the edge of the long sword also dissipated and collapsed.

All this seems to be slow, but in fact it is as fast as lightning. For others, it may only be an instant, but for Yue Kong, this process is a long one.

In the end, his fingertips still really touched the edge of the long sword, but it was the true energy on his fingers that was the first to dissipate.

The corners of his eyes shrank slightly, and Yue Kong felt his fingertips rush, and the last bit of light from the ancient long sword pierced his fingertips!

With a flick of his finger, Yue Kong turned into an afterimage and flicked twice in succession on the side of the sword tip. The first flick the sword light dissipated, and the second flick the long sword flew back!

"Is that a Shinto sword?"

Bai Yang, who was looking at this side from a distance, widened his eyes.

Under the night, the distance was a bit far, he really didn't see the situation over there clearly, he just vaguely saw a long sword flying towards Yue Kong, and then Yue Kong lifted the long sword with his arm and flew away again!

Horse egg, I didn't see clearly...

"Blood-pattern sword! It's the master!"

Over there, among the ruined walls, the little junior sister who had already collapsed in despair saw the long sword flying to save Jiang Shan and said in surprise, her red eyes had already ignited hope.

When the long sword was flying backwards, an old man in gray quickly flew over from a distance, grabbed the long sword flying backwards in the air, and within a second or two, he had already come from hundreds of meters away. In the messy courtyard, he stood in front of Jiang Shan with a sword and faced Yue Kong directly.

"Mo Yuanchi, you're finally here. If it's a little later, you probably won't be able to see your three apprentices."

Yue Kong looked at the old man a few meters ahead with his hands behind his back and said with a faint smile.

Behind the back, Yue Kong wiped his index finger and thumb of his right hand, and a drop of blood was wiped off from the tip of his index finger.

Mo Yuanchi was dressed in a gray robe, with gray and white hair. He looked nearly eighty years old but had a ruddy complexion and few wrinkles. Who knew how he took care of it.

With a kind face, he looked at Yue Kong and nodded slightly:

"My three apprentices who don't earn money have caused you trouble. The apprentices are at fault. The master didn't teach well. Here, the old man apologizes to you on their behalf. They have also received the punishment they deserved. Let them go." how?"

"Master, how can the master suffer from the mistakes made by the apprentice?"

Behind Mo Yuanchi, Jiang Shan, who was almost like a dead dog, changed his complexion. Regardless of his injured body, he turned over and knelt down and said, his head hit the bottom and he has no face to face others. He really has no face to face others.

Mo Yuanchi turned around, looked at Jiang Shan and shook his head lovingly and said:

"Stupid boy, it is my teacher's fault that I failed to teach you the disposition not to be surprised by favor or humiliation. It is also my teacher's fault that I failed to teach you the vision to distinguish right from wrong. What happened here is not your fault, but your teacher's fault."

Jiang Shan raised his head slightly, and looked at Mo Yuanchi's extremely complicated expression, he was so ashamed and indignant, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, he couldn't say a word, and he lowered his head again and fell silent.

The moment Jiang Shan bowed his head, Mo Yuanchi flicked his fingers, put a pill into his mouth and said:

"Heal well, there is a teacher here"

After finishing speaking, Mo Yuanchi turned around and looked at Yue Kong again.

"They are juniors, so they will inevitably make mistakes. I don't care about them, but they killed people in my Wanhualou. Since you are their master, then you will give me an explanation."

"It should be so, what do you think?"

Mo Yuanchi nodded.

"I Wanhualou killed and injured more than a thousand people. They are all good players. People cannot be resurrected after death. Money is useless and I have no shortage. Leave the blood-pattern sword in your hand to make amends."

Yue Kong looked at Mo Yuanchi and said calmly.

"it is good"

Mo Yuanchi was taken aback for a moment, then nodded calmly.

"Master, you must not, it is something left by the master in the past, how can you give it up to others, all of this is the fault of the disciple, and it should be repaid by the disciple. At worst, the disciple will give up this life. up"

Jiang Shan raised his head instantly and said with red eyes, raised his remaining left hand and patted his head.

"Brother, don't"

The little junior sister on the other side screamed in fright.

"It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this..."

Shan Qiulin lay in the ruins and muttered to himself, his mind went blank and he was completely bewildered.

Mo Yuanchi took a step forward, appeared beside Jiang Shan like a ghost, grabbed his hand and shook his head, saying:

"Silly boy, the blood-striped sword is just something outside of the body. How can life be so important? Life is hard-won, and it shouldn't be so cheap. Now give the blood-striped sword to someone else, and you should practice martial arts well in the future. When you have the ability, take it back The blood-pattern sword is not enough."

Jiang Shan was startled, his complex expression changed, then he lowered his head and gritted his teeth.

"Thank you for your teaching, master, this disciple understands, no matter what, I will not give up lightly, here I swear, I will definitely get back the blood-striped sword in my lifetime, if not, I will die if struck by lightning!"

"Good boy, just understand"

Mo Yuanchi nodded and smiled in relief.

Then he walked towards Yue Kong, came two meters away, looked down at the blood-striped sword in his hand, stroked the sword body with his withered palm, his eyes were full of reluctance, then he closed his eyes slightly, shook his head and smiled, saying nothing Handed over the long sword.

Yue Kong still looked at Mo Yuanchi with his hands behind his back, his face was calm and he didn't say anything.

At this moment, Hua Sanniang, who had already retreated to the distance, was very sensible, and quickly came over, took the blood pattern sword in Mo Yuanchi's hand with both hands and stood behind Yue Kong.

"Master, this disciple is also at fault, and this disciple also swears that throughout his life, he will recover the blood-striped sword together with senior brother."

The little 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, it's good to have this kind of heart"

Mo Yuanchi shook his head and smiled, then looked at Shan Qiulin who was not far away with a blank expression.

"It seems that you master and apprentice need a separate space, so I won't bother you, San Niang, let someone clean this place up."

Yue Kong looked at Mo Yuanchi and nodded first, then turned slightly sideways and said to Hua Sanniang who was holding the blood pattern sword behind him.

After finishing speaking, Yue Kong took the lead and walked out of the dilapidated courtyard, but after taking two steps, he paused and said without looking back:

"I didn't expect you to have reached the threshold of the Grandmaster Realm, but unfortunately..."

Leaving such a sentence, Yue Kong walked away.

Then hundreds of people came to the small courtyard quickly to deal with the messy scene, and took away the stumped limbs and arms. It took less than ten minutes for hundreds of people to leave quickly.

"Master, are you already close to the realm of a master? Then why did you give the blood-pattern sword to Yue Kong?"

Jiang Shan, who was kneeling on the ground, asked puzzledly.

However, when Jiang Shan's words fell, Mo Yuanchi's expression changed slightly, a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, he raised his hand to wipe it dry and shook his head, saying:

"Being a teacher is just peeking at the threshold of the realm of the master, and has not really stepped into that realm, and the teacher is also old, and his blood has declined badly. Yue Kong is young and strong. It's a pity, it's not that the teacher doesn't have the strength to fight him, but I'm old and I can't kill him. If I do it, he will be seriously injured, and the teacher may die. Once the teacher dies, the three of you brothers and sisters will also die. It's dangerous."

"Master, it's all the disciple's fault, I will definitely win the blood-striped sword"

Jiang Shan took a deep breath and said.

"Now, calm down?"

Mo Yuanchi looked at Jiang Shan and smiled lovingly.

"Master, apprentice... hey... I won't be ashamed to see anyone from now on"

Jiang Shan said bitterly.

"Brother, I believe you are not that kind of person, no matter what, I will be by your side"

The little junior sister came to Jiang Shan's side, looked at his broken arm distressedly and bit her lip and said.

Not far away, Shan Qiulin looked at the situation here with a blank face, smiled wryly, got 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 apprentice..." (To be continued.)