Beautiful senior brother can never be enchanted

"Senior Brothers, Yue Ming, and everyone present, Yue Qinggui is here to kill the Dao Sect Master and his disciples. I dare to apologize. Here, I apologize!"

Before he finished speaking, Yue Qinggui raised his sword and dropped it without hesitation. In front of everyone present, he threw his neck up and slayed himself.

Hot blood spurted out from the cut blood vessel in an instant, forming a water column in mid-air, and the body fell down slowly.

"Yue, Shi, brother!"

Luo Yueming uttered these trembling sounds from his throat with great difficulty, and a cry that was a hundred times more horrific than before sounded in his ears, which nearly shattered his eardrums and made him lose his hearing for a while.

"Ah! Ah!!! Ah!!! Brother! Brother! Ah! I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you! Ah!"

"Yue Qingrui! How dare you die? How dare you! I want to kill everyone present,? Kill everyone!"

"It's not fair! It's not fair! Brother Yue!!!"

Liu Yijing cried heart-piercingly in Luo Yueming's ear, there was no way to stop him, he could only watch Yue Qinggui commit suicide and fell to the ground covered in blood.

He couldn't even reach out and touch it to make it clearer. The roaring sound was extremely sharp.

There was a crack in the golden circle, and Luo Yueming's ears were buzzing, and his head was also dizzy. If it wasn't for the senior brother helping him from the side, he would have lost all his strength and fell down. On the ground.

He raised his hand to touch his ear, and his hand was covered with blood.

He felt Liu Yijing's pain very clearly throughout the whole process. As soon as he closed his eyes, the image of Liu Yijing kneeling with a big belly and crying hoarsely appeared in his mind.

It turned out that people like Liu Yijing would also love others so sincerely and passionately.Hot tears flowed from those cold, emotionless eyes.

But Senior Brother Yue couldn't hear, he couldn't hear.He didn't know until his death that Liu Yijing also loved him deeply.

The two people who loved each other deeply, his two brothers from the same school, just missed it like this.

Pei Xuandu couldn't believe it for a while, what happened in front of him was real, his limbs became stiff for a long time, before he remembered to rush over to help him up from the ground.

He tightly covered the wound on Yue Qinggui's neck with his hands, but the blood still overflowed from between his fingers.

No matter how you cover it, you can't cover it, the head is limp, as if it will fall off when you touch it, and the long sword you used to kill yourself is dripping with blood.

There was also a jade flute dropped beside it, which was also covered in blood.

"Clean rules, clear rules!"

Different from the last time when Liu Yijing hijacked Yue Qinggui to escape, and slashed ruthlessly with the sword, this time Yue Qinggui slashed his throat with a ruthless hand, sticking to the wound last time, and the tendons inside were The cartilage was cut by a sword, almost cutting off the entire head.

It seemed that he was afraid that he would not die, or be rescued again.Yue Qinggui made a death move, and also made the determination to die.

Before he died, his eyes fell on Luo Yueming's face, looking at his little scene.

"Clear rules!!!"

Pei Xuandu hugged him in his arms in disbelief, his hands were covered with blood, and hot tears welled up from his eye sockets.

This is the junior brother who grew up with him, who has been a treasure for so many years, and died tragically in front of him in this way.

"Yue Qinggui is dead! Yue Qinggui is dead!"

"He dared to kill himself!"

"Yue Qinggui is dead, so...then what should we do? Will we be next?"

"Run! Everyone, run!"

Those cultivators who were accused of bullying Song Zixuan ran away like dogs in mourning.

But no matter how they escaped, they still couldn't escape the Tianjianzong's school grounds. When the breeze blew, the whole ground was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"Yue Qinggui is dead, why are you still alive? I want to avenge my brother!"

Xu Yixuan took the lead and kicked down a monk who was about to run away, and mercilessly thrust his sword into the opponent's chest, blood sprayed all over her face, and she showed no fear, the anger in her chest was burning fiercely, " But anyone who has hurt my senior brother can't run away, not one can run away!"

"Everyone, don't be afraid! The matter has come to this point, it's useless to talk more! Why don't we fight together, maybe we can still win a chance!"

"Yes! Let's fight together! I don't believe it, I will die here today!"

"My senior brother is right. Whoever is at fault has to admit it. My senior brother has already apologized with death. Why are you still alive?"

With great difficulty, Luo Yueming managed to stabilize her mind. She drew a sword in one hand, and looked coldly at the audience: "Today, I only kill those who do evil, but all monks who have nothing to do with Song Zixuan, retreat by themselves! If anyone dares to cover up, then It is the same crime!"

After finishing speaking, the sword blade turned over, and a human head was beheaded in public.

Seeing this situation, everyone was terrified and retreated one after another. Some people even accused each other, abused and cursed each other. More and more monks who had participated in it were pushed out in a hurry.

In the end, the blood almost covered the entire school field.

Xu Yixuan slashed until the tiger's mouth burst, tears and blood flew together, the more people he killed, the more furious he became, and in the end, despair arose in his heart...

It turns out that there are really so many people who have bullied her Senior Brother Song. Among them are the suzerain, the elders, and even the disciples and grandchildren of the sect...

It's hard to imagine what kind of pain Song Zixuan went through!

Only Wen Changyu, Song Zixuan, and Liu Yijing, who have been widely spread in the cultivation world, are not known to many people.

Unknown, perhaps more.

They are not very old either, from 17 years old, slowly, without a lower limit, to fifteen or six years old, and maybe even younger.

And all of this is nothing more than the desire from the bottom of the heart and the desire for cultivation.

As a rare natural body in the cultivation world, Luo Yueming was fortunate to be protected by his seniors. So far, he has never been bullied by outsiders.

Although he is just a salted fish wearing books and has no great prospects, he loves to eat, drink and have fun all his life, and wants to live a happy life with his senior brother.

But faced with the death of Senior Brother Yue, what happened to Liu Yijing, and the countless bitter fruits that resulted.

He still felt that he had to do something about it.

"From today, Kunlun Sect and Cangxu Sect will be removed from the 36 sects of Xianmen."

"Today, all sects and sects can bring back all monks who died in Tianjianzong, but they must be removed from the sect."

"Anyone who wants to raise captivity and abuse the furnace will die!"

As soon as this remark came out, someone immediately protested: "Luo Yueming! Why are you? Who do you think you are? Why do you meddle in the affairs of the 36 sects of Xianmen? You killed someone, and you want us to remove the name of the deceased! Do you know , some of them are direct descendants of the sect!"

Luo Yueming said calmly: "Then invite your lord, since you have never given birth to such a child."

"The one who died was the elder, so what?"

"Then promote a new batch of elders."

"The one who died is the suzerain!"

"Then change to a suzerain!" Luo Yueming said suddenly, even his pupils were blood red, holding the bloody long sword in his hand, he paused, "Do you have any questions?"

"No... no more."

"Okay then, I'll come and ask Daozong... where is Fuyao?"

"Master Luo, I'm here."

Fuyao walked out from a group of bull-nosed little Taoist priests, very depressed and extremely pale.

"So you're here, why didn't you make a sound when the other sects ganged up to denounce me just now?"

Fuyao remained silent.

"You think I killed your senior brother's love, don't you?"

Fuyao was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I didn't think so."

"Then you think Senior Brother Yue killed Changqing? My kindness to you cannot offset the evil that Senior Brother Yue did. Even if you know, he is clearly controlled by others!"

This time Fuyao was silent for a long time before saying: "I would rather never have met Mr. Luo."

Luo Yueming also said: "I would rather never have met you."

After a pause, he asked again: "Senior brother Yue is dead now, what else is there for Daozong?"

Fuyao: "Master Luo has helped me many times..."

"I only asked about Senior Brother Yue, what else do you want to say? If you stay here and don't leave, do you want to drag his body back and hang him at the gate of the sect to whip him?"

Fuyao was completely speechless, and he didn't know what to say.Now, he is just a useless person. After the death of his senior brother, he only has revenge in his heart. Now that the hatred has been revenged, he has no nostalgia for this world.

Feeling that he owed Luo Yueming too much, Fuyao suddenly pulled the long sword from the waist of the Taoist priest beside him, and followed him to kill himself.

Since then, both grievances and grievances have been eliminated, and no one owes anyone else.

Luo Yueming sighed, and closed her eyes in pain. That silly Taoist who ate sweet potatoes and didn't know how to peel them was gone.

The panicked shouts of the little Taoist priests soon rang in my ears.

But no one accused him of forcing Fuyao to death anymore.

Because they are not qualified to say so.

Seeing that the matter was almost settled, Xie Shuanghua raised his hand to break up the barrier above his head. The monks who were still alive had all gone through a bloodbath, and everyone was somewhat stained with blood.

Everyone's expression is quite complicated.

I don't know who left first, and the rest also quit.

When everyone was almost gone, Xu Yixuan fell to the ground exhausted, panting heavily, and then sat on the ground crying like a little girl.

His body was strewn with dead bodies.There was blood all over her face, body, and hands.

Wow, crying, calling her senior brother's name.

"Brother, do you feel heartache when Senior Brother Yue died?"

Luo Yueming asked suddenly.

Xie Shuanghua was slightly taken aback, then shook his head after a long time, he was not the elder brother who grew up with Yue Qinggui and others day and night, and as a dragon, he didn't have any lust for ordinary people.

He only knew that if the person who died in front of him today was Luo Yueming, then he would definitely go crazy on the spot and kill everyone present.

What's terrible is that the rules are more clear.In his eyes, there is only Luo Yueming and the others.

Therefore, he is not heartbroken.

"Shuanghua, Xuandu, Qinggui, Yijing, and Yueming, the five of us together are Tianjian Wuyue."

Xie Shuanghua shook his head: "I don't understand."

After Luo Yueming heard this, she felt lost for a while, and raised her eyes to look at the sunset glow above her head, which was so red that it was in full swing, vaguely remembering the time when the five brothers and sisters traveled down the mountain together.

It was noisy along the way, and we had to squeeze into a room to sleep at night.

At that time, he was quite young, Luo Yueming only felt that they were annoying, which affected him to be alone with his elder brother.

Only now do I know that such a good time will never happen again.

"We have five senior brothers, half of them are dead."

Only then did Luo Yueming sigh, the golden ring on his neck snapped and broke in two. He raised his hand to catch it, and watched helplessly as the golden ring turned back into a golden hairpin.

The shrill cry in my ears gradually disappeared.