There are always young heroes who want to overthrow me

Blood and fire made the originally beautiful Qingcheng Mountain present a scene like hell, but everyone present felt cold in their hearts. Even though they were in the scorching summer, they felt as if they had fallen into a bottomless ice cave. The deep fear of wanting to escape from this place immediately.

Murong Xuefei only had one goal, but after running around for a long time without finding anything, he suddenly came to his senses.

Since Yue Wuque's purpose this time is to kill Mo Feisheng, the head of Qingcheng, no matter what method he uses, he will definitely appear in front of Mo Feisheng in the end, and all he has to do is to stop him in time at that moment .

Having figured this out, Murong Xuefei didn't hesitate any longer, hastily changed direction, and went straight to Feiquangou where Mo Feisheng was.

Feiquangou is one of the most beautiful places on Qingcheng Mountain. The mountain spring splashes down from the cliff, and the water becomes more and more powerful in the middle, becoming a spectacular waterfall with scattered pearls and jade, and then flows into the lake on the mountainside.

The scenery here is beautiful, and there are mountain springs and lakes that are easy to use. Therefore, important figures of the Qingcheng School live here, and it is also the most tightly guarded place.

Murong Xuefei had no time to appreciate the lush and lush scenery of Qingcheng Mountain, nor did he have any time to deal with the Moon Soul Cultists he met along the way.

He was only worried that he had delayed for too long before, so that he was half a step late like the previous few times, unable to stop Yue Wuque's actions in time.

Burning with anxiety, the originally short time seemed to have become longer. Murong Xuefei clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand. As more and more corpses were seen along the way, it was obvious that the fighting here was more intense than other places. At the same time It is also enough to prove that the person he is looking for may have broken in, and his mood is becoming more and more nervous.

He stopped suddenly, and the sound of fighting in his ears seemed to leave him in an instant. He could only hear the slight sound of wind beside him and the sound of running water, and only the familiar sight not far away was left in his eyes. back view.

Even in the siege of the crowd, he still has a relaxed attitude and is able to do a job with ease, with an undisguised demeanor and elegance in every gesture.

He didn't use a sword, but with his skillful palms, the masters of the Central Plains martial arts were forced to retreat steadily, and Mo Feisheng, the head of Qingcheng who was the target of Yue Wuque's assassination, was even more stunned as if he had seen a ghost. Staring at his every move with indescribable fear in his eyes.

Murong Xuefei couldn't help but feel that it was not Yue Wuque himself that made Mo Feisheng so afraid, but the shadow of another person that he glimpsed through his actions, and that was the root of all Mo Feisheng's terror.

Recalling that when the head of Kunlun Bai Xiaotian was about to die, he also had a terrified expression on his face. Who did they see from Yue Wuque?

There was no time to think about it, seeing Yue Wuque's figure flashing quickly, and his palms were merciless, and he slapped Mo Feisheng who was already terrified and stunned on the spot. Murong Xuefei suddenly drew out his sword, and the blade of the sword gave out a faint dragon chant Zhisheng, before his man and sword could arrive at the scene, the vertical and horizontal sword energy had already arrived in time, forcing Yue Wuque to withdraw his palm and dodge.

Rescuing Mo Feisheng's urgent need, Murong Xuefei did not continue to pursue, but floated between Yue Wuque and the Central Plains martial arts masters, standing quietly with his sword in his hand, watching the person in front of him.

Yue Wuque also stopped his continuous offensive, looking back at him silently.

This weird confrontation scene immediately attracted the attention of everyone present. Although no one gave an order, everyone naturally stopped fighting and gathered together, glaring at each other.

Behind Yue Wuque were many Yuehun followers, and behind Murong Xuefei were masters from various schools and aristocratic families in the Central Plains martial arts.

This is just a short truce, as long as either side raises its arms, it will immediately become a bloody killing field, and everyone knows it well.

Murong Xuefei only felt that there seemed to be a great burden on his body. Although he knew that Yue Wuque's decision would not be changed easily, and he was under the watchful eyes of the Central Plains martial arts, he still couldn't help asking: "Are you really not willing to make a decision again?" Consider my proposal? As long as you give up revenge, I will try my best to resolve the enmity between Yuehun and the Central Plains Wulin."

As soon as this remark came out, the people behind him immediately became commotion, and murmurs of dissatisfaction reached Murong Xuefei's ears.

He understood how difficult the road ahead would be if Yue Wuque really agreed to his suggestion, not to mention the various schools of martial arts in the Central Plains, even his own sister, he might not be able to persuade him.

But no matter what, he just wanted to do his best. Even if the entire Central Plains Wulin didn't forgive him, even if he had to cut off relations with his family in the end, he didn't want the hatred and struggle between the two sides to continue endlessly.

Even if... I want to become a critic, I will not hesitate.

Yue Wuque stared into Murong Xuefei's eyes, from which he could see those heartfelt words that he could not say, but at the same time, he could see clearly the suspicious and angry faces of those behind him.

Why would it be necessary to ask for perfection from these people, and then put my only friend in a dilemma, and even become a target of public criticism like myself?

The enmity of Yuehengjiao should only be borne by himself. It was a helpless move to affect the Murong family before. At this moment, he is no longer willing to involve the other party in it.

He could appreciate this feeling, but he couldn't really accept it.

Before the Central Plains martial arts people questioned Murong Xuefei angrily, Yue Wuque had already said with a sneer: "Repay kindness with kindness, and repay revenge with hatred. We people in the Western Regions have always been so straightforward. As long as you have 20 years on your hands All the people who taught the blood of the previous moon have committed suicide, and I will lead the moon soul to retreat to the northern Tianshan Mountains, and from then on, I will not interfere with the Central Plains martial arts well. Apart from this, there is no solution."

Before he finished speaking, some martial arts masters in the Central Plains shouted angrily: "Demon cult monster, how dare you speak nonsense here? You killed our head, even if you want to retreat to Northern Tianshan, it depends on whether we are willing to agree. !"

It is the Kunlun faction.

A sharp edge flashed in Yue Wuque's eyes, and he lifted his right hand slightly, and a gust of wind passed by, and the Kunlun disciple was already dead on the spot.

The incident happened so suddenly that even Murong Xuefei couldn't stop it in time.

Seeing that the people in the Central Plains Wulin were even more enthusiastic, he couldn't help sighing softly, fixed his eyes on Yue Wuque, and said, "I said before, if you persist in your obsession and don't regret it, I will definitely stop you with my own hands... Come to this step, Have you ever regretted it?"

Yue Wuque's deep eyes were like the brightest cold star in the night sky, shining with an elusive light, and he asked after a while, "Do you have any regrets in your heart?"

Have you ever regretted meeting yourself, have you ever regretted meeting yourself...

There are so many questions, but in the end it comes down to such a simple question.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and suddenly said at the same time: "I don't regret it."

The words may not be, the move has been made.