hug that god

Fu Yang went crazy looking for Mo Zhibai.

Anyone who came to him to avenge, challenge, or eliminate harm for the people will be killed, and no one will be left behind.

If he was walking and met someone who looked like a master-student relationship, he would behead him without any explanation.

For a time, he made enemies on all sides, and the vendetta continued, but he was so powerful that no one could beat him.

There is no one left who can be killed in the end.

When Shen Yuexiu heard about this, she immediately searched for him, hoping that he would stop making mistakes and kill people again.In this way, it is no longer a problem that Mo Zhibai can solve.

Shen Yuexiu inquired about him wandering around Gujun Mountain, so she went looking for him, only smelling blood and resentment.

After walking a hundred steps, he could see a pile of corpses, with his eyes open, a familiar sword wound on his neck, and he felt that he had killed someone, because he had taught Fu Yang the sword technique.

The blood has been wrung out, and the corpse has been there for several days, with a slight corpse smell.

Shen Yuexiu had no choice but to loosen the land and bury it on the spot.

Moving on, he couldn't remember how many corpses he had buried.

I just feel that the steps are getting heavier and heavier, and I am helping the evildoers to aggravate the seriousness of the situation.

In this realm, he could already feel Fu Yang's activities, he could feel that he was being irritable and killing people, so he couldn't help galloping away with his spiritual power on his feet.

Hearing the strong sword energy, the strong smell of blood, and the shrill "ahhh" cry, he fell to the ground with a "plop", and swallowed his last breath in horror.

The sound of Fu Yang waving his sword stopped, just like when the curtain was ending, it hung down.

When Shen Yuexiu arrived, the last person was already lying in a pool of blood.

Fu Yang stood with his back facing him, his whole body was stained with blood, the blood dripped from the sword into the dust, the dust could no longer cover it, or he had absorbed too much human blood and turned blood red.

He was tall and straight, like the Shura god of death, with a dark red blood on his body, standing among the many corpses.

The long hair on his forehead covered his eyes, which was gloomy, making it difficult for people to see his appearance clearly, and a fierce light was faintly visible.

Is this still the Brother Dog he knew?

Shen Yuexiu wriggled her lips, looked at the corpses all over the floor, filled with grief and indignation, and called out "Chufu Yangmei" through her teeth.

Fu Yang turned around slowly, looked down at him coldly: "Are you afraid that I will kill you and come to die?"

"You are too much, how can you be so cruel." Shen Yuexiu said.

"It's worse than you than Mo Zhibai." Fu Yang said.

"I apologize to you for what happened last time."

"And then." Fu Yang's voice was cold, the sword in his hand trembled slightly, a cold light shone on the sword, and the sword edge rushed towards Shen Yuexiu.

"To prevent you from continuing to kill."

"Sincerity? You have to kneel first before you are qualified to apologize." As he spoke, Fu Yang slowly raised his sword and pointed at his knee.

"If I kneel down and you promise not to kill anyone again, so what if I kneel down."

Hearing this, Fu Yang raised the corner of his mouth and sneered.

"Kneel down, I promise."

Shen Yuexiu was slightly taken aback, he really agreed, it was that simple.

"Unexpectedly? You still use kneeling as an excuse to kill me." Fu Yang said in a gloomy voice, put down the sword in his hand again, and walked towards him with cold eyes.

As he approached, Shen Yuexiu felt a sense of oppression, how did Fuyang become so strong, and his height was actually more than a head taller than him.

Shen Yuexiu was silent, glanced at the ground, and slowly lowered her body. Just as her knees were about to touch the ground, Fu Yang raised her foot and kicked him in the abdomen.

It happened to be in his wound, the burning pain, the body leaned back, just as he was about to fall to the ground, Fu Yang grabbed his collar and dragged him back, he was kicked on the foot again, his knee was bent Squat down.

"You apologize, what's your apology?" Fu Yang asked him.

Shen Yuexiu squatted on the ground, clutching her abdomen, looked up at him, and moved her lips: "I shouldn't have falsely accused you of wanting to assassinate me."

"So I'm sorry, heh, don't be wronged, stand up, if you have the ability to kill me, I won't be able to kill others, and you can still bear a good name." Fu Yang sneered.

"I'm not here to kill you today, I'm here to apologize, I, I can help you get cleared."

"I don't care what conspiracy you and Mo Zhibai have. If you don't kill me, I will kill you. I have no morals and patience."

Shen Yuexiu stood up slowly and stepped back, otherwise it would be difficult to look at his face and speak: "Shen Yuexiu doesn't want to lose senior brother, and doesn't want you to die."

He was in pain and suffering, he couldn't treat strangers the same way, after all, he had a discriminatory mind, and he had become ignorant of himself.

Fu Yang couldn't hear what he was saying now, he just wanted to fight him to the death, he just staggered forward and cried: "Brother, I was wrong..."

He stretched out his hand, wanting to hug him, checking the condition of his body to see if something was wrong.

Fu Yang frowned, a sentence he had said flashed through his mind, his eyes turned cold, are you going to do this to him.

Unable to stretch out her hand to push him away, Shen Yuexiu only rushed towards him again, saying in her mouth: "Senior brother, I was wrong."

The voice was weak, pushing it away again and again, bombarding the depths of his heart, becoming a little soft, suddenly redness surged in his body, Fu Yang roared: "Get out, shut up, don't call me senior brother again."

Shen Yuexiu was startled, took a few steps back, and froze in place.

"You're not a child anymore. If you're a man, you'll have a life-and-death duel." He said coldly with fierce eyes.

Shen Yuexiu was silent for a while, her eyes became a little serious, and she said, "Okay."

Fuyang raised the Liquan sword, and Shen Yuexiu transformed into a lightsaber.

At the same time, the two moved together, and Fu Yang made a fierce move, attacking his vitals.

Shen Yuexiu felt uncomfortable in her abdomen, and she couldn't help wanting to fight quickly, with the sword in front and the palm in the back.

Defending with the sword and attacking with the palm, Fu Yang thought he was only using the sword, but when he failed to defend the palm in the first move, he was hit in the chest suddenly, he retreated three steps in a row, his mouth was red.

Shen Yuexiu's eyes were worried, but Fu Yang smiled instead of anger, and said fiercely: "Very good." A powerful aura was released, and the dark red light on the sword shone brightly. He stepped on his feet quickly, leveled his sword, and moved towards Shen Yuexiu Chop away suddenly.

Shen Yuexiu lost his mind and didn't have time to react. He hit the lightsaber, radiating brilliant light, his feet receded behind him, his eyes froze, his body turned slightly, the lightsaber slipped out from the Liquan sword, and then he slapped a palm. Yang picked it up with his hands, only to hear the bones crack.

Fu Yang took a few steps back. If he wanted to win Shen Yuexiu, he had to be superior in swordsmanship. He had a strong attack, but his speed was not fast, and he didn't take the initiative to attack.

Thinking about it, he paid attention to the position and speed of his feet, and attacked Shen Yuexiu.

Shen Yuexiu raised a pair of lightsabers, just as he was about to touch them, Fu Yang changed his attack and disappeared in front of his eyes.

Shen Yuexiu turned around suddenly, her abdomen twisted and hurt, she couldn't help losing her breath for a second, and her arm was scratched by Fu Yang.

Suddenly, Fu Yang's eyes turned red, and his voice was hoarse, "I want to win"...