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Fu Yang looked at the disappearing Mo Zhibai, as if he had thought of something, which made his heart go cold for a while.

Mo Zhibai wanted him to be ruined and become the target of public criticism. Is it because he did not follow his major in palm technique, but in sword technique.

Everyone didn't give him time to think about it, and the murderous aura on their bodies was strong, and they suddenly raised their weapons and pointed at him.

"Swords have no eyes. If you come, you will die." Fu Yang felt restless and distressed, his eyes were red with anger, and he looked at the people present coldly.

"If you can kill your sword demon, there is no need to fear life and death." Everyone said in unison.

Fu Yang couldn't help laughing coldly at himself, he was determined to become a sword master, but now he has become a sword demon in others' mouths.

"I killed people, come here if you want revenge." Fu Yang's voice was cold.

When he killed the fourth person, there was still a trace of pity for his life. After he killed the fifth person and the sixth person, he was already numb to the lives of others, and even thought that death and injury with a sword was nothing more than normal.

When everyone heard the words and saw that he was so arrogant and showed no intention of repentance, they couldn't help but clenched their weapons and rushed towards him.

Fu Yang cast a disdainful look in his eyes, the sword raised and leveled, and a hazy red light radiated from the sword body.

I saw the red and white light walking past the group of people, I couldn't help but my neck felt cold, I stretched out my hand to cover my neck, and made a "clack" sound, but I couldn't say a word, and then I fell to the ground and bled.

"Kill." Seeing this, it showed Fu Yang's ferocity even more. The people in Liujiazhuang held their weapons tightly, and they were the first among them. Attack him.

Fu Yang frowned, very disdainful, his body was murderous, emitting a scarlet light, his swordsmanship only attacked but not defended, and he moved quickly.

Many people were killed by his sword before they had time to make a move.

Immediately, blood splashed everywhere, and the wailing and fighting continued.

After a while, they all fell to the ground, and none of them survived.

The red air of resentment flew into Fu Yang's body in a state that was hard to see with the naked eye, making him even more irritable and bloodthirsty.

He kicked hard on the ground, and with the smell of blood and killing all over his body, he followed the direction Mo Zhibai left.

Mo Zhibai's eyes were cold and absent-minded, his steps were slightly heavy, and he was walking down-to-earth.

Soon, Fu Yang found Mo Zhibai and stood in front of him, blocking his way.

Fu Yang suppressed the anger in his body, and asked coldly: "Master, how can you explain?"

Ever since he had no sense of life, his mood became cruel and cruel from time to time when he was killing people. He has been trying his best to restrain this emotion.

Mo Zhibai looked at him with a playful look, looking at Fu Yang very comfortably.

"Do you really think that the majestic Gujun Mountain Mo Zhibai would accept a little-known gangster as an apprentice?" Mo Zhibai changed his tone from the old Japanese, and became a little evil.

Fu Yang stared at him, and realized that this was not the master he knew, maybe it was the third face he had hidden deeply.

"You mean." He gritted his teeth, his eyes were burning red, and there was a trace of tension in his heart.

"Let you think that you can be high and respected, and then pull you down from the altar and be spurned by the world. Don't you think it's fun." Mo Zhibai said with a playful smile, and his tone was light.

"Master, you are joking with me, right? If you do this again, I will get angry and ignore you." Fu Yang was stunned, with a trace of panic and chill in his eyes.

A sense of resentment filled his chest, he was trying his best to suppress the feeling of being betrayed and wanting to kill someone.

He held a glimmer of hope in his heart, thinking that Master was just kidding himself as usual.

"Do you still have this value? Originally you were just an unknown junior, but now you have a notorious reputation. That's right, you are not afraid to bear the notoriety of killing a teacher again." Mo Zhibai said coldly.

Fu Yang nodded slightly, clenched his fists tightly, trembling slightly, and asked in a cold voice, "Is this really just a joke?"

"It's so pitiful, thank you for trusting me so much, among the 180 people you killed, 100 of them were good people, what the people who came to kill you today said is true, you should thank your teacher for winning the Fengyun Sword Club for you The game makes you famous."

It turned out that he really cheated at the Fengyun Sword Meeting.

He has always believed in his master. Every time he challenges others and kills them, he always has a self-righteous sense of justice. Now that he thinks about it, how ironic and funny it is.

"Haha, I am too stupid and too dependent on you, but you should never provoke me, because now I have the ability to kill you, a despicable and shameless hypocrite."

A red light flashed in Fu's eyes, and a murderous aura exuded from his body.

His sincerity is rare, who dares to feed his sincerity to dogs and play with his feelings, then he must pay the price.

To him, Mo Zhibai was both a teacher and a father. In his heart, he had already regarded him as a relative, as his own father, and even became dependent on him. He believed everything he said and never doubted it.

But now he said that he accepted him as an apprentice, it was just his prank.

Pick him up, and then smash it to pieces.

Thinking of the mood and ambition of deciding to become a teacher that day, he felt even more grief and indignation.

He was rather like a child who was kidnapped and eloped with others. He left the familiar Yinfu City, followed him to wander, and then was abandoned, falsely accused, and humiliated.

Facing his murderous intent, Mo Zhibai didn't take it seriously, and said mockingly: "You are too exalted of yourself."

Fu Yang gritted his teeth, and the Liquan sword appeared in his hand, kicked his foot suddenly, and galloped towards him.

Mo Zhibai slowly raised his hand, and an invisible air envelope enveloped his whole body. Fu Yang continued to strengthen his strength, but it was difficult to make any progress.

His master's strength is really hard to figure out, sometimes he feels weak, and sometimes he feels very strong.

As soon as Mo Zhibai let go of his aura, Fu Yang was blown away, and he stepped back again and again to stabilize his figure.

Mo Zhibai carried a powerful force in his hands, and suddenly bombarded Fu Yang's body. Fu Yang immediately stood in front of his sword, but he was defeated by a powerful blow. The force rushed through his defense and hit him.

Fu Yang fell to the ground hard, his mouth was red, and he couldn't get up for a while.

Mo Zhibai looked down at him coldly, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, he smiled mockingly, then turned around, with a calm expression on his face, and left.

His figure became farther and farther away in Fu Yang's eyes, and became more and more blurred. He didn't want to stand up, he just wanted to lie on the ground all the time, and even more wanted to suppress his mood at the moment and fall asleep.

The mountains are high and uneven, and they are full of sharp stones, which made Fu Yang's heart ache, and made him more sober, calm and resentful.

He clenched his fists tightly and looked into the distance. The mountain road was empty, but he could vaguely imagine Mo Zhibai's back, his eyes were bloodshot, and he said viciously: "Mo Zhibai, I want people all over the world to see your true face."

His hand was clenched into a fist, and he slammed it hard on the stone. His hand was broken, bleeding, and painful, but his heart hurt even more, as if blood was flooding his heart, making him so painful that he couldn't breathe.

He stood up, put away his sword, Xiu Ran turned around, his body exuded a murderous aura, his eyes were cold and full of hatred.

He must find Mo Zhibai, and he must pay the price.