Chapter 817 817 Guess the Beginning but Not the Ending

Everyone's mouth was open enough to put an egg, and they were speechless for a long time. They all guessed the beginning, but not the end.

Until now, they didn't know how that sword could contain such a huge formidable power. Perhaps, the sword contained the powerful energy of the appearance and Mu Zhong's forceful blow. The power was indeed not small. But even if the two of them joined forces directly, they couldn't possibly be Mu Chengyang's opponent, let alone a long sword that was slashed into the air.

Could it be that Mu Hanyan didn't brag? What she's been knocking and knocking on and off these past few days isn't just a gimmick, but a truly incredible weapon.

"Master, what's the matter with you, Master?" Mu Zhong rushed over with a crying voice, quickly turned over the bricks, and pulled Mu Chengyang out.

Fortunately, Mu Chengyang wasn't dead yet, but he was full of dust and stood there like a clay statue.

The most terrifying thing was that his whole body was slashed by the shards of the long sword. A small piece of the sword was stuck in the center of his forehead. It penetrated very shallowly into the flesh, but it still pierced the skin, and a line of blood dripped down his forehead to the tip of his nose. , and dripped down the tip of the nose to the chin, it looked so embarrassed, so desolate and desolate.

"Mu Zhong, you are too ruthless. After all, he is also your son. No matter how much resentment you have in your heart, you shouldn't be so cruel." Zi Rong sighed.

"You are talking nonsense, I don't." Seeing Mu Chengyang's injury in this way, Mu Zhong was so frightened that he was so scared, and when he was told by Zi Rong, he was even more careful with his liver throbbing.

"So many people were watching it just now, but you still want to deny it. Who slashed my sword? Where does it fly? Why does it have to fly towards Young Master Chengyang? How dare you say you didn't do it on purpose?" Zi Zi snorted disdainfully and said.

"How did I know it would fly towards the son, you are clearly trying to sow discord." Mu Zhong's lips trembled with anger.

"It was you who shot, you said you didn't know? A joke." Zi Rong turned to look at Hua Yue and said, "Hua Yue, let's demonstrate."

Hua Yue rolled her eyes, pulled out her long sword, and stabbed it weakly.

Zirong drew her sword and slashed, and Hua Yue's sword flew out of her hand and flew towards Mu Hanyan.

Mu Hanyan stretched out his arms, grabbed the long sword, and then staggered back two steps, pointing at Zi Rong, who said, "I'm in pain," "Zi Rong, I treat you well, why do you want to do this to me?"

Looking at Mu Hanyan's staggering footsteps, with that grief-stricken expression, there were already people around who couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Yuzhe, it's your turn." Zi Rong said to Jiang Yuzhe.

Jiang Yuzhe also rolled his eyes and stabbed with a sword.

Zirong's sword light flashed, and a long sword gleaming with cold light flew towards Mu Hanyan again.

"Zi Rong, we are called master and servant, but I treat you like a brother, you are so cruel!" Mu Hanyan "hit" a flying sword in the left flank, took two steps back, and said in despair.

Seeing the true tears in the eyes of Mu eldest son, the laughter around him became even more joyful.

"It's me, it's me." Han Yun'er jumped out and stabbed with her sword.

"I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled... ah... ah..." Mu Hanyan "hit" the sword on his forehead, and let out a shrill scream.

"Puchi, Puchi." Even people with good concentration couldn't help laughing when they saw Miss Mu's wonderful performance. Some people even squatted on the ground holding their stomachs, laughing until their waists could not straighten up.

"These people are... really shameless." Ye Lanfeng watched on the sidelines for a long time, and he couldn't help but sigh, who was always calm.

"My son is also?" Zi Rong whispered.

"You guys are shameless, of course Han Yan is not, she's so smart." Ye Lanfeng's double standard played thiefly and blurted out, without any thought or hesitation.

Zi Rong's mouth twitched and she fell silent.

On the opposite side, Mu Chengyang and Mu Zhong were stunned for a long time. They have seen shameless people, but they have never seen such shameless people. Is his surname really Mu? Is it really the bloodline left by an ancestor?

In fact, even if Mu Zhong did not defend himself, Mu Chengyang knew that this matter had nothing to do with Mu Zhong, even if he was dissatisfied with himself, no matter how daring he was, he would not dare to plot against him in front of so many people.

He just couldn't understand how the long sword that Mu Hanyan forged seemed to be so powerful, it was comparable to the full force of a swordsman master. , it is impossible to reach this level even if it is overstepped, this is obviously the power of the long sword itself.

Could it be that this guy's swordsmanship is really so good? But if there is really a superb sword-casting technique, how can the sword be so ugly?

After thinking about it, Mu Chengyang couldn't understand why, the only thing he could think of was: he...it seems...probably...should be tricked again.

That's right, it's been pitted. Mu Chengyang was not a fool, of course he knew that the sword could not fly towards him for no reason, and it was coming so fast that even his swordsman's cultivation level almost didn't respond. The most annoying thing was , The power in that sword, and even the strength of his sword master realm, suffered a big loss when he was caught off guard.

Obviously, all of this was premeditated.

"Young Master Chengyang, you saw it just now, and it's fortunate that I didn't really want to kill, otherwise my son would have died many times. You'd better be careful in the future, it's okay if this guy around you is struggling to get out. He still hides his murderous intentions, I advise you to kill him earlier, otherwise, if you stay by your side, you may not even be able to sleep well." Zirong ran to Mu Hanyan's side and took the handfuls to let Mu Han The long sword that smoked and lived and died, returned it to Huayue and several people one by one, and then said to Mu Chengyang earnestly.

"You...you spit out blood..." Mu Zhong looked at Mu Chengyang pitifully, almost crying.

"Let's go." Mu Chengyang really didn't want to face Mu Hanyan's group of shameless people, and walked out with Mu Zhong.

"Wait?" Mu Hanyan suddenly called out.

"Mu Hanyan, what else do you want?" Mu Chengyang pulled out the blade of the sword embedded in his forehead.

"Originally, I wanted you to pay for the wall." Mu Hanyan pointed to the collapsed brick wall, then gave Mu Chengyang a pitying look, and said, "Oh, forget it, it's okay to see you hurt like this. It's pitiful, it's estimated that you have been fined for half a year, and your life is not easy, so I'll leave it to you to heal."

Hearing that Mu Hanyan brought up the half-year case again, Mu Chengyang was even more furious, and the blood on his forehead became even more ruthless. It was like a small fountain, surging constantly, and everyone around him was startled and worried for him.