The Liao family, the Liao family sat in front of the hall, looking at the messy hall, and still looked frightened. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Just now, there was a big battle here.

His eldest brother and his eldest nephew fought to the death in this hall.

The swordsmanship of the Hua family can be said to be able to reach the top of the rivers and lakes.

And Hua Zhentian's swordsmanship is the pinnacle of the Hua family's swordsmanship.

Hua Zhen has been exposed to it since he was a child, although he could not continue to practice because of poison.

But his swordsmanship is also the true inheritance of Hua Zhentian.

The two fathers and sons can be said to be two peak-level swordsmen in the Jianghu Sect.

They both know each other and both know each other's weaknesses.

No one can take advantage of this sword competition.

Hua Zhentian's requirement to let Hua Zhen go was to be able to put him down within thirty swords.

Hua Zhen smiled very arrogantly.

The two of them each held a sword and walked to the courtyard to start the competition.

"Bell!"

The swords of the two collided in midair, making a violent collision sound.

Hua Zhentian's swordsmanship is mainly defensive, and softness overcomes rigidity.

Hua Zhen's swordsmanship is mainly attacking, with the arrogance of a young man, the sword is sharp, and the eyes are even more sharp.

He didn't mean to show mercy to his subordinates.

The sword stabbed at Hua Zhentian's life, and Hua Zhentian narrowly avoided it several times, if these swords pierced him, he would be stabbed to death if he was not stabbed.

Hua Zhenshi, who was standing aside and watching the two fathers and sons compete with each other, really sweated for the two of them.

This looks like a sword, and it's clearly about to kill.

His eldest brother might have wanted to let his son go, but seeing that his son's swordsmanship was no worse than his own, he also began to get serious.

He didn't expect that he hadn't seen his nephew use a sword for so many years, and now he was so superb.

Two swords glowing with silver light flew in mid-air, so fast that they couldn't be seen clearly with the naked eye.

When the sword collided with the sword, it could flash a burst of lightning.

The sword flowers in the sky, Hua Zhen's seriousness is simply terrifying.

Hua Zhentian looked more and more powerless.

He scrambled to dodge the deadly sword, and one rolled into the hall.

Liao Jiagong was so frightened that he stood directly on the table, for fear that the sword blade would scratch himself.

Hua Zhen also chased in.

The priceless vase on the table fell directly with a burst of sword blades.

Liao Jiagong felt a pain in his heart.

The tea set on the table, Hua Zhenshi jumped and jumped, and all of them fell.

Liao Jiagong felt his heart tremble.

The paintings of famous artists on the wall, Hua Zhen threw a sword qi over, and all of them were slashed.

Liao Jiagong can no longer describe his mood with pain.

These are treasures with years!

The tables and chairs in the hall were knocked down by the two of them, and some were even used to resist the blades of the sword, and they were split apart.

A good hall was stunned by the two fathers and sons.

"Stop fighting!

Liao Jiagong stood on the table and shouted in despair.

If this continues, this hall will be smashed.

But would the father and son heed him?

This competition, the rest of the Hua family watched it with relish.

These two men, who represent the pinnacle of decent swordsmanship, fight with each other mercilessly, winning a round of applause.

Hua Zhenshi patiently looked at Hua Zhen's sword style, and always felt that this sword style seemed to be completely different from the Hua family.

Not only different, but even completely subversive.

But this set of sword styles is completely based on the Hua family's swordsmanship, and it was changed by Hua Zhen to recruit the Hua family's swordsmanship.

No wonder he was laughing so arrogantly just now......

Thirty moves ended quickly.

Hua Zhen finally closed the momentum perfectly, and sent the silver sword firmly to Hua Zhenshi's neck.

A victor's smile hung on his lips.

"I won. I didn't use the one you taught me. So can I go?"

One sentence caused a gasp.

Hua Zhenshi's face darkened.

"You are an unfilial son, you have tampered with the swordsmanship that our Hua family has passed down from generation to generation so casually! You don't remember what your grandfather said!"

"He is smarter than you, and he knows that the Hua family cannot continue to dominate forever by relying on this immutable swordsmanship. He told me that change is necessary, and if you keep the old ones, you will only be defeated. You see, today is a good example of that. “

Hua Zhen inserted the sword in his hand back into the scabbard, and a pair of eyes that were very similar to his mother emitted a cold light.

Hua Zhentian looked at his son, and his heart was filled with sadness.

I thought that my son was the last consolation in my life, but now it seems that it would be good to keep this son.

"Hua Zhen, if you dare to go out of this gate today, you will never come back. ”

Hua Zhentian still held the long sword in his hand, he seemed to be much older all of a sudden, and his face was full of sadness.

"Big brother, don't!"

Hua Zhenshi hurriedly walked up to ease the stiff atmosphere, "Ah Zhen, apologize to your father, you are too ignorant......."

"Do you think I really want to be the son of your Hua family? Thank you for fulfilling me. In the future, I will never have any more contact with the Hua family. ”

Hua Zhen smiled at Hua Zhenshi, "I'm sorry second uncle, I know that you are good for me, but I will not apologize to this murderer, my nephew can't give you filial piety in this life, and my nephew will return you to the old man in the next life." “

Perhaps from a very early age, a seed called hatred has been deeply buried in Hua Zhen's heart.

Now this seed sprouts and blossoms, grows bigger and bigger, and gradually blinds Hua Zhen's heart.

For his father, he couldn't think of any other emotions besides hatred.

Even though it was his father, when he saw his father kill his mother with the sword he was most proud of.

Everything is turned upside down.

His mother, who loved him, was killed by his own father.

Hua Zhen turned around and walked towards the gate without looking back.

It's already late, no matter how you try to make up for it, it's already late.

Behind him was the sound of the whistling wind, Hua Zhen felt that he was very cold, cold and wanted to tremble, cold him,

I miss his mother even more.

"Hmm..... Liao Qing, are you tired?"

Xia Qing stood up and didn't forget to rub his sore knees and shoulders.

From the moment Chu Qiao and the others went out to now, she and Liao Qing have been in charge of everything in the mourning hall.

After receiving batches of people who came to offer incense, Aunt Alu had already gone to rest.

She was so old, and she was still guarding the mourning hall with them, her eyes were red, and Feng Jiuyin couldn't look at it, so she pulled her back to rest.

If it weren't for Feng Jiuyin's tough attitude, Aunt Ah Lu would not have been willing to leave.

However, Aunt Lu seems to be able to make a sound now, and she couldn't make a sound at all.

Xia Qing stood up and found that Liao Qing had fallen asleep on his knees at some point.

"Poof. ”

She couldn't help but laugh, this is so cute, isn't it?

Liao Qing just knelt on the ground, his big eyes were closed tightly, and the two rows of long eyelashes trembled with his breathing, which was even more pitiful.

His face was already white, and now he looks even whiter.

Actually, Liao Qing is really good-looking. And he likes Chu Qiao so much, why does Chu Qiao not like him?

Xia Qing silently looked at Liao Qing's sleeping face and thought.

"Bang. ”

A loud bang suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Who?"

Xia Qing stood up abruptly and ran to the door.

The guards who were supposed to be at the gate were changing shifts at the moment, so there was no one outside the door.

Xia Qing turned his head to look in and found that Liao Qing was still asleep and had not been woken up.

"Bang!"

The sound was louder, this time from the gate.

Xia Qing hurriedly ran to the gate, but still didn't see anyone.

She couldn't help frowning, and without thinking much about it, she ran out the door.

In the mourning hall, Liao Qing, who had been closing his eyes, opened his eyes.

Those originally gentle eyes were full of coldness.