Chapter 258 Huashan Disciple Feng Qingyang

All the fellow disciples and nephews were lying in a pool of blood, leaving only the dying Ning Qingyu, and the helpless Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze. At that time, Feng Qingyang was about to go crazy. It is such a ridiculous scene that fellow sects fight against each other and almost wipe out their own sect! !

Feng Qingyang secretly watched Ning Qingyu, who was vomiting blood from his mouth, and passed the position of head to Yue Buqun, who was crying. Feng Qingyang was originally going to show up to stop him. Although Yue Buqun's qualifications were not bad , but still couldn't afford the position of head, but seeing the dead bodies of his fellow disciples all over the ground, and looking at the empty Huashan, Feng Qingyang fell silent. If the position of head is not passed on to Yue Buqun, who else can it be passed on to? Well, are there any other disciples in Huashan?

Feng Qingyang watched Yue Buqun's succession ceremony as the head of the family in the dark, filled with sadness and anger that no one could know.

"You guys go and guard outside the door. I want to be alone during this last period of time!"

Ning Qingyu pushed away the support of his daughter Ning Zhongze, sat on the futon, and waved Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze to retreat.

Yue Buqun held his crying junior sister, wiped away his tears, and knelt down to his master.

"Bang bang bang" several crisp sounds sounded in the hall. Yue Buqun kowtowed vigorously, holding back the sorrow in his heart as he bid farewell to his master.

"My dear teacher, my unworthy disciple Yue Buqun kowtows!"

The young Yue Buqun suddenly matured at this time. Even though his eyes were covered with red threads and his forehead was bleeding, he never showed a trace of cowardice.

"Disciple Yue Buqun has sworn an oath that he will rejuvenate the Huashan Sect in this life. If he violates this oath, he will be struck by thunder and will never be reincarnated!"

The clear voice still has a slight tremor, but it is firm and powerful. This oath contains the determination to move forward and the persistence that will not give up until the goal is achieved.

"Yue'er, you must keep this oath in mind. Master will always keep an eye on you underground, and don't let me die in peace!" Ning Qingyu looked at his disciple and daughter kneeling in front of him with relief and guilt, mouthing. What he said was so cold and heartless.

"Disciple, remember this and never forget it!" Yue Buqun agreed without a trace of hesitation, putting this heavy burden on his young shoulders, then helped his junior sister up, walked out of the hall with firm steps, and without looking back, and Close the door.

"Junior brother, aren't you willing to come out and see me, my senior brother, for the last time?" Ning Qingyu shouted feebly towards Feng Qingyang's hiding place with a sad expression.

"Senior brother? I am a remnant of the Sword Sect. Can I still be considered a brother with you, the head of the Huashan Qi Sect?" Feng Qingyang walked out of his hiding place in the corner, wearing a Huashan standard green steel sword, but sarcastically With Ning Qingyu.

"Air Sect! Sword Sect! The Huashan Sect is gone, so what are the Air Sect and Sword Sect?"

Ning Qingyu was so excited that he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood. His body could no longer hold on, and he could only hold his hands on the ground to prevent him from collapsing to the ground.

"Congratulations to your airbender for taking charge of Huashan. You are now the authentic sect of Huashan!"

Feng Qingyang's eyes moved slightly, but his expression didn't change at all. He seemed to be congratulating, but in fact he continued to speak sarcastically.

"Authentic Huashan!"

"How can there be any authentic side sect? They are all disciples of Huashan. Why is it like this? Why is it like this?"

Ning Qingyu kept coughing blood and asked Feng Qingyang like crazy.

"Why is this so? Are you asking me? Shouldn't this be a question for you, the head of the Huashan Sect?"

Feng Qingyang murmured to himself, raised his head and asked Ning Qingyu loudly again, he was just deceived into going to Jiangnan to marry a wife, how could he come back again? The Huashan Sect, which was once prosperous in the past, has become like this, who Can you tell him the reason? Why is all this happening? Is the concept so important? Is the friendship between us who studied together so weak at the beginning? Why can we point swords at each other without hesitation and stab our fellow disciples?

There was too much hatred and doubt in Feng Qingyang's heart. Why? There was just no one left to ask. They were all dead. Only the head brother who was about to die was left in front of him.

"I am the biggest sinner of the Huashan Sect, the biggest sinner!!!" What was flowing out of Ning Qingyu's eyes was no longer tears, but blood, which continued to slide down the corners of his eyes, leaving traces on his old face. The traces of blood are like ghosts from hell, ferocious and pathetic.

"I shamelessly went down to see my ancestor. Junior brother, what about you?"

Ning Qingyu smiled miserably, and the white teeth in his mouth were stained red with blood, making people feel chills all over the body at the sight. At this moment, Ning Qingyu was like a ghost who was about to go to hell, and the soul question he sent out made Feng Qingyang stunned. On the spot.

"I won't be able to see my ancestor when I go underground in the future!"

Feng Qingyang covered her face with her hands, tears seeping out between her fingers, her whole body trembling, and she said weakly and sadly.

"No, you still have a chance. The Huashan Sect cannot disappear in the hands of our generation!"

Ning Qingyu moved his body in the direction of Feng Qingyang, but a feeling of powerlessness filled his whole body. He could no longer move his body to get close to his last junior brother, and his face showed anxiety and pleading.

"Junior brother, Huashan cannot be destroyed, it cannot be destroyed!"

Ning Qingyu looked at Feng Qingyang with wide eyes. He had no time. He looked at the brothers in the hall and showed a guilty smile. He fell weakly to the ground, and blood flowed out from under him and turned red. The ground was so bright and dazzling.

"Huashan Mountain will never be destroyed. Huashan Mountain disciple Feng Qingyang swears here!" Feng Qingyang looked at his senior brother in a pool of blood and raised his hand to swear an oath. The oath was filled with the judgment of a swordsman.

Ning Qingyu seemed to have heard this oath, his eyelids slowly closed, and his complexion softened. If it weren't for the blood constantly flowing on the ground, it would be difficult for people to believe that he had passed away.

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"Huashan Mountain will never be destroyed. Huashan Mountain disciple Feng Qingyang swears here!"

Feng Qingyang took a deep sip of wine, and the wine spilled from the corner of his mouth. Feng Qingyang wiped it with his sleeve robe. The wine was really strong. He didn’t know where Yue Buqun got it from. He had never I've never tasted such strong wine anywhere else.

"With me here, Huashan Mountain will naturally not be destroyed, but will only become more and more prosperous!"

Zhu Xiao's crisp voice sounded behind Feng Qingyang. Because Zhu Xiao was just ten years old, this voice had not changed yet. Such domineering words also had a hint of milkiness, which made people want to laugh when they heard it.

But at this time, Feng Qingyang couldn't laugh at all. As a swordsman at the peak of the master's level, it could be said that even the great master couldn't hide from his senses and sneak behind him, but the impossible happened. This happened, how could you make Feng Qingyang, who has been in the world all his life, laugh.

Zhu Xiao looked at Feng Qingyang, who was letting go of all his aura without reservation, and knew that his visit seemed to have shocked him, so he quickly spoke to stop him.

"Huashan disciple Zhu Xiao, pays homage to the wind master uncle!"

"Well, a disciple of the Huashan Sect?"

Feng Qingyang then turned around and asked doubtfully, when did the Huashan Sect still have such a master alive, and why didn't he know about it.

"It's your boy!!!"

Feng Qingyang looked at the young man in front of him dumbfounded and blurted out in disbelief.