Chapter 1444

Qi Qi, the disciples of the Changqing palace, guard around them and follow the instructions of Yueqing. They shout out in unison, "those who retreat will not kill!"

"Retreat, do not kill!"

All the voices come together and are very frightening. The snow on the ground has been dyed red with blood, and the scene full of corpses is appalling. The headmasters of all sects looked at the more clear and firm eyes and refused to give in, and could not help biting their teeth, "the more clear, you are the enemy of the whole Jianghu Wulin!"

"We are wrong about you. See you in the Jianghu from now on. Never die!"

"Let's go!"

If he goes on fighting, it will only be the result of both defeat and injury. His family has a great career in the Qing Dynasty, but they are different. This time, the foundation has been shaken. Although I hate him, I can't really fight with him.

If Luo Jiao takes the opportunity to appear, all of them are afraid of their lives.

Soon, as the Buddha came, all the people except those in Changqing palace retired.

The more Fusang pressed the blood that was pouring out of his abdomen, his eyelashes drooped, and he whispered to Yueqing, "I'm sorry, father, I let you down."

His father had a high expectation of him. In the future, he hoped that he would inherit and carry forward the Changqing palace. Unfortunately, he was destined to let him down.

His heart fluctuated violently, and the more he pursed his lips, he wanted to slap and wake him up many times. However, when he saw the ferocious wound on his face and the bloody appearance of his whole body, his hands trembled and he could not get down again.

He naturally knows what it's like to love someone. At the beginning, he was desperate for his mother. He thought that in this life, he could not realize his vigorous and crazy feelings when he was young.

Unexpectedly, he gave him a huge scare. He not only fell in love, but also fell in love with a notorious witch in the Jianghu. Because Manjusri --

he sighed deeply, and waved helplessly, "well, who told me that I had only one son? If I really let you go, I would have no face to see your mother when I went underground!"

"But," he suddenly raised his head, "I'm your father, I won't blame you, but for those disciples who always trust you and admire you, you always owe them an explanation!"

The more Fusang heard the clearer the words, the bloody lips, gradually blooming a light smile. Like the eyes dyed with ink, he climbed up the lustrous color again and said softly, "thank you, father."

The clearer he was, the more uncomfortable he was. He turned away from him. The moment when no one noticed, the corner of the lips flashed up an imperceptible smile. His son has always had a cold personality. As a man, he didn't know how to get along with his children. The first time he heard him thank him, it was the first time that he felt that his son also depended on him.

The more Qing said, the more Fusang naturally understood. Finally, he looked at his countless eyes, which were full of trust. No reason to let him down the mood, eyes rise a little guilt.

The sword fell to the ground and made a dull sound.

The more Fusang pushed away and helped him, the more Qing He was, slowly raised his eyes, lifted his robe with one hand, and knelt down firmly facing the disciples.

See this scene, more clear eyes flash, but did not stop.