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Xuanyu Mountain Road.

The sky is bright, and the clouds are layered and moving slowly.

"You, who are you, why are you attacking us..." The three young men were dressed in medium cloth clothes, holding the sword tightly in their hands, slightly wet and greasy.

Their legs were spread wide, one in front of the other, slightly bent, half-tied, unable to stand on their feet, and kept moving backwards in small increments.

Sweat was streaming down his face, and there was a trace of panic in his eyes, staring straight at the young man standing in front of them.

"I'm a taciturn swordsman. Listen carefully, my name is Fu Yang..." Before the words were finished, a white light flashed between the three of them, and the person had already stood behind them.

The three of them turned around, looked at him in surprise, and then felt liquid flow out of their throats, and they reached out to touch him violently.

The blood in their hands was sticky, and there was a cut in their necks. The three of them clutched their necks, their eyes widened, and they fell to the ground.

"Mei..." He turned slightly and sighed softly. Every time he didn't finish his name, he fell down.

So now, people in the world only know that there is a very powerful young swordsman named Fu Yang, but they don't know Fu Yangmei, but he doesn't care anymore, it can be his name anyway.

"Master?" He looked around, looking for his master Mo Zhibai.

Suddenly seeing it on a high peak, I couldn't help being startled, something stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.

His expression was different from before, with a blank face and cold eyes, that feeling seemed to be more terrifying than his previous attitude towards Shen Yuexiu.

Usually when he finished killing the wicked, his master would fly over to praise him, why not this time.

A bad feeling slowly fermented in his heart.

He took a step forward with one foot, only to hear some footsteps not far away, as well as murderous anger.

Looking up, everyone has come to him.

They are members of Fengyun Sword Club, Liujiazhuang, Liwei Garden, and some people from Jianghu, all of them are aggressive and murderous.

The Fengyun Sword Club is a group of people who use swords to gather together, compete with each other according to the rules, and finally choose No.1, and Fu Yang is the No.1 of this Fengyun Sword Club.

"Fu Yang, you despicable villain, you actually cheated in the sword club and poisoned several people. Today we come to seek justice for them." The organizer of the Fengyun Sword Club said angrily.

Fu Yang was stunned, obviously he got it by defeating everyone in an open and honest manner.

Just as he was about to defend himself, he heard two people from the other side running over in a hurry, hugging a person lying on the ground, and shouting in pain, "Three Villa Masters."

"Fuyang, you murderous sword demon, you will pay for our three village masters today." All the people in Liujiazhuang held their swords tightly and looked at him angrily.

"Oh, he is the owner of your three villas. He has done a lot of evil. I am here to eliminate evil and punish evil." Fu Yang glanced at the corpse and said nonchalantly.

"It's nonsense. The three owners of my family are the weakest and kindest. They never hurt others. Instead, it is you who challenge others everywhere for the sake of your own reputation. You are cruel and murderous."

"Hmph, so low that even women are killed." A woman in Liwei Garden said, their rose master died at the hands of Fu Yang.

Because of her beauty, the corpse was violated by others afterwards, and the corpse was exposed in the wilderness.

"The people I kill are the ones who deserve to be killed. You can't give me a bad name just because the deceased is someone you support." Fu Yang frowned slightly, his eyes slightly cold.

From the corner of his eye, he looked at the master Mo Zhibai who was standing on the peak, he looked at him coldly, and did not make any moves to come down to defend him, which made his heart tremble.

If he continues to argue, he will be at a disadvantage.

You know, it was Mo Zhibai who led him all the time, and when he said that this person should be killed, he would kill him.

"Tell me, where should they be killed?" The swordsman asked coldly.

Fu Yang was tired of these people, and he didn't care why the master was abnormal today, he just raised his face slightly, put his eyes on him, and called out "Master."

Mo Zhibai flew down from the sky, landed on the ground, looked at the crowd, and asked them calmly, "What happened."

"You, you are the master of the murderous sword demon?"

"It seems to be the sage of Gujun Mountain, Mo Zhibai."

Everyone was angry and their eyes were full of resentment.

People from the Fengyun Sword Club said that Fu Yang killed the swordsmen by despicable means and won the No. 1 sword club.

Not long after he left, the members of the Sword Society found that the weapons had been tampered with, the sword wounds were poisonous, and several people who had surrendered had died.

Liujiazhuang stated that Fu Yang killed the three sword masters in Liujiazhuang. The three owners traveled to the mountains and rivers with their friends to increase their experience, and now they were killed by him for no reason.

The people from Liwei Garden just said that Fuyang killed their Meizhu.

The casual cultivators in the Jianghu and the long-established and abandoned Zhengxintai are to avenge the celebrities who died in his hands, the good grandfather, the waste sword Qiu Tuliang and others.

Mo Zhibai remained silent with a cold face, and was not in a hurry to defend Fu Yang.

Fu Yang looked at him with burning eyes, and took a step towards him. Mo Zhibai's expression made him unable to make any unnecessary movements.

"Sinister." The two words drew a clear line with him, Mo Zhibai's tone was cold and stern, and there was a faint murderous aura exuding from his body.

Fu Yang subconsciously realized that he was sick and wanted to act for others, but he didn't give any hint.

From the time he killed the third owner of Liujiazhuang, something was wrong with him, as if he already knew what was going to happen next.

Fu Yang squirmed his lips and called out "Master."

Mo Zhibai directly raised his palm and hit him on the chest.

How could he guard against his master, he was the person he trusted the most in the past three years.

Fu Yang's posture was unstable and he took a step back, with puzzled eyes, hoping that Mo Zhibai could give him a hint.

But Mo Zhibai's next words completely chilled him.

"I actually taught you such a cruel and senseless executioner. From now on, you and I will never be friends."

Mo Zhibai stood slightly sideways, his tone was calm and decisive, and there was a trace of anger in it.

"Let me just say, how could Mo Xianer teach such a martial arts scum." Everyone discussed angrily.

Fu Yang only felt that his heart was hit by a sudden thunder.

Looking at him with disbelief in his eyes, Mo Zhibai always avoided his burning eyes.

"Master." Fu Yang called out.

"Don't call me Shizun." Mo Zhibai heard the cold air on his body, his clothes fluttering, and said coldly.

Fu Yang tightly held the sword in his hand, his eyes were clouded for a while, and he wanted to ask why, but he definitely wouldn't answer his own question.

"For the sake of master and apprentice, I will not kill you with my own hands. You should be responsible for your own evil consequences, so that you can do it yourself."

As he spoke, he nodded slightly towards the leader, then soared into the air and disappeared into Fu Yang's eyes.