The apprentice just wants to die

Zhao An couldn't even wait for the protective circle to open, so he raised his sword and stabbed at Mo Wuyou.

He wanted to scratch Hua Mo Wuyou's face first, then cut off his tendons in his hands and hamstrings, crippled his cultivation, and finally made him kneel on the ground and beg for mercy.

Let him live a life that would be worse than death!

Seeing the sword coming straight at him, Mo Wuyou didn't even move his footsteps.

Tilting his head slightly, the blade of the sword brushed past his eyes, within a finger's distance.

Zhao An flipped his wrist, trying to stab the sword into Mo Wuyou's eyes, and gathered a spirit ball with his other hand.

"Tick tock, tick tock..."

The sound of dripping blood, accompanied by heart-piercing screams, reached the ears of everyone present.

Zhao An didn't realize what happened from the severe pain until the moment he fell down.

His dantian was pierced by a hand.

Mo Wuyou glanced at Zhao An who was wriggling and struggling on the ground, the corners of his mouth curled up more and more until finally he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Yeah, look at your current appearance, don't you look like a mangy dog ​​that is about to die? Hahahaha..."

The boy's appearance was exquisite and impeccable, but his smile was extremely surly, and the hostility between his eyebrows and eyes almost condensed into substance.

A few strands of shattered long hair brushed across his forehead, unable to hide his bloodthirsty eyes.

The light-white hands were still dripping blood, one drop after another, as if dripping on someone else's heart, causing violent tremors.

He stepped on Zhao An's head with one foot and crushed it vigorously, as if he was stepping on some garbage.

"Say, who is trash?"

Zhao An was about to pass out from the pain, but what frightened him more than the pain was Mo Wuyou's eyes, the kind of eyes that looked at the dead.

He didn't want to die, even if he became a disabled person, he didn't want to die!

"I'm trash..."

"Speak up." Mo Wuyou urged in a good mood, "Let everyone hear."

"I'm... trash."

"It's not loud enough." A slender hand grabbed Zhao An's hair and lifted him up from the ground.

The weight of the whole body was placed on the scalp, and Zhao An's face was almost deformed.

"boom!"

The hand that was pulling the hair slammed his head against a pillar beside him, and then dragged him back, leaving behind a long, shocking bloodstain.

"I'll give you one last chance." Mo Wuyou gestured at Zhao An's heart with a smile, his tone was very gentle, but the meaning inside made people shudder, "Otherwise, I don't mind seeing if your heart is black." .”

"Don't, don't...I beg you, let me go." Zhao An's vocal cords were injured, and his voice was extremely hoarse.

The saliva mixed with blood flowed down together, pitiful and ridiculous.

Mo Wuyou felt a little disgusted and let go of his hand.Instead, he kicked him with his foot, smiled and said, "Okay, who made me feel good. Then you scold Yan Zhixin ten times without repeating, and I won't kill you."

Zhao An couldn't care about anything anymore, and quickly scolded Yan Zhixin ten times according to Mo Wuyou's request.

The broken hand tried to hug Mo Wuyou's foot, even if it was kicked away, it didn't matter.Can he survive?

"Worry-free!"

Feng Xun's voice suddenly came over, with an eagerness to stop him.

Zhao An didn't understand what was wrong, and felt a dull chill in his heart.

Slowly lowered his head... Where is his heart?

Mo Wuyou held the warm heart in his hand, and smiled wickedly, "I'm actually not good at all, so why should I let you go."

Zhao An died, with disbelief in his closed eyes.

Mo Wuyou walked off the stage slowly, still holding the heart in his hand.Wherever they pass, everyone avoids them.

Walked into the lobby unimpeded all the way, ignored Feng Xun, walked straight to Yan Zhixin and stood still.

The bloody heart was thrown into the opponent's arms, Mo Wuyou grinned and said mockingly, "Eat more, grow your heart."

"How dare you kill people!" Yan Zhixin turned pale with fright, hurriedly threw away the heart in his arms, and kept rubbing the blood stained on his body.

But nothing can be wiped clean.

Yan Zhixin hardly dared to look directly at Mo Wuyou, God knows how much blood was on that dazzling red dress.

This man is a devil, a devil!

Yan Zhixin has lived for so long, and the killing methods he has seen are comparable to Mo Wuyou's, only the most ferocious demon clan, the most murderous demon clan.

"Why don't I dare, Master Yan, it was your disciple who tried every means to trick me into signing the life-and-death contract, and it was also your disciple who made the first move. If I can't beat him, I will be the one lying there now."

Mo Wuyou's voice was not very loud, but it reached everyone's ears.

Those disciples who were still a little scared at first were also relieved a little. Mo Wuyou was right, Zhao An was the one who planned to kill someone first, if not for Mo Wuyou's strength, he would probably be a corpse now.

Then Zhao An deliberately tricked Mo Wuyou into signing a life-and-death contract, and he knew his sinister intentions just by looking at it.

Mo Wuyou was just fighting back. Even if the method was cruel, it was not considered to be killing innocent people indiscriminately.A scum like Zhao An really deserves to die.

"Besides," Mo Wuyou touched his chin with that clean hand, raised his eyebrows, "Is that a human?"

Then there was a look of sudden realization, "I see, because that is the same kind of you as the head of Yan, so you are so afraid."

"But I've already seen Zhao An's heart, it's red. I don't know what color Master Yan's is." Mo Wuyou said, those beast-like eyes had already fixed on Yan Zhixin's heart, as if In the next second, I will cut my heart open.

"Enough is enough for Wuyou!" Feng Xun couldn't listen anymore, and interrupted Mo Wuyou's threat to Yan Zhixin.

"You come back with me now!"

Feng Xun did not expect that Mo Wuyou would actually kill people, and in such a cruel way.

Mo Wuyou's proficiency in hands-on was not like it was the first time.Thinking of this, Feng Xun was terrified. Could it be that Mo Wuyou had already killed other people, but he never found out?

Only then did Mo Wuyou look at Feng Xun, seeing that handsome face full of anger at the moment, he licked his lips playfully.

Oh, Master is angry.

520 was running around in a hurry, yelling in Mo Wuyou's mind, what to do, what to do, what to do! !

Mo Wuyou was a little annoyed by the noise, and signaled 520 to calm down. This scene had already been thought of when he was planning.

The unscrupulous smile disappeared, and it was replaced by Feng Xun's most familiar cute smile.

"Okay, then master, let's go back."

Mo Wuyou and Feng Xun left the venue, leaving behind people who were whispering.

Nangong Duan suppressed his worries and called his apprentice Yin Qiuyan over, "Qiuyan, go down to maintain order."

Yin Qiuyan nodded, "OK."

"Ahem", Nangong Duan cleared his throat, and used his spiritual power to spread his words, "Everyone, this time the disciple competition is over. I announce that the No.1 this time is Mo Wuyou. The ranks of the disciples of each faction have risen by one."

"What is Mo Wuyou No.1!"

Seeing that Mo Wuyou and Feng Xun had both left, Yan Zhixin's courage came back again, "Then Mo Wuyou is so bold that he dared to kill people at the competition site, so don't you need to give an explanation!"

It's okay not to say it, but Nangong Duan was also angry when he said it.

Approaching Yan Zhixin step by step, the smile on his face faded, and he said coldly, "Master Yan, it was you who lied and tried to hurt Mo Wuyou first, and Zhao An tricked Mo Wuyou into signing a life-and-death contract In the end, Mo Wuyou was just fighting back, so what explanation do you have to give!"

Yan Zhixin twitched the corners of his mouth, "He is clearly enough to protect himself, but he still wants to kill Zhao An, which shows his viciousness. If this gets out of control in the future, and he has powerful mana, who knows if he will kill again."

"Heh" Nangong Duan sneered, "Speaking of xinxing, you are the most vicious one, the head of Yan. How can you criticize others? As the leader of a faction, you don't set a good example, and even think of those unpopular methods Come to harm the disciples of my sect, if you don’t give me an explanation today, as well as the other disciples participating in the competition, don’t try to expose this matter.”

These words woke up the disciples below, especially those who were injured by Zhao An, all glared at Yan Zhixin angrily.

Cen Zhuo's expression was also not good-looking, and the most seriously injured disciple was his disciple.

"Master Yan, you really need to explain this matter."

"That is, you have to be responsible for what to do with our disciple's injuries."

"I think, Haiyue committed a foul this time, so it's better to be disqualified from the next competition." The leader of the third-ranked sect said.

"It makes sense." Several other leaders echoed.

"You!" Yan Zhixin rolled his eyes angrily.His original intention was to shift the focus of everyone's concern to Mo Wuyou, so that his matter would not seem so serious.

Who knew that Nangong Duan could talk so much with just one mouth, and it directly made other people choose to forget about Mo Wuyou's murder.

Knowing that this matter must never be resolved, Yan Zhixin finally slowed down his attitude, saying that he knew that he had made a mistake and would be responsible for this matter to the end.

Guiwudian

"Do you know where you went wrong?"

Feng Xun looked at the person in front of him, but there was still some anger in his voice.

"I know." Mo Wuyou nodded obediently, "I shouldn't kill people, let alone kill people in this way."

Hearing this, Feng Xun frowned even tighter, because even though Mo Wuyou said that, his tone was quite sincere, but there was no reflection in his eyes at all.

"Worriless, how did you become like this?"

"What's this like?" Mo Wuyou suddenly raised his head and met Shang Feng Xun's gaze, "Do you mean I killed someone?"

Seeing Feng Xun's face of "you know and you know the reason", Mo Wuyou laughed lowly, that good apprentice look disappeared in an instant, and changed back to the Shura-like look on the stage.

An evil smile hung on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were full of carelessness, Mo Wuyou took two steps closer, "Master, that's just a scumbag, death is not a pity. If I don't kill him, he will kill more people sooner or later." .”

"Besides, he was the one who attacked me first, why can't I retaliate?"

Mo Wuyou narrowed her peachy eyes, "Master, do you think that I am not as important as Zhao An?"

Feng Xun was left speechless by Mo Wuyou's question.

Zhao An is more important than Wuyou, which is naturally impossible.

He just felt that Wuyou shouldn't be so indifferent to human life, let alone use brutal methods to kill people.

That distorts a person's mind.

There is no one in this world who knows Feng Xun better than Mo Wuyou, he can tell what Feng Xun is thinking at a glance.

"Master thinks I shouldn't kill him in this way, right?"

Feng Xun was taken aback, and nodded.

"Is that so?" Mo Wuyou rolled his eyes, and met Feng Xun caught off guard, "Then Master thinks it's wrong for me to kill him?"

The author has something to say: Master: Yes, yes, of course Wuyou is right, it can only be someone else's fault.

Nangong Duan: Bah!