When Murong Xingyao had a sword in his hand, his whole person's momentum became different. A terrible coercion was released from the body, and the audience sitting in the front row couldn't help but want to escape.

The whole sky seemed to be darkening, and the atmosphere became very oppressive.

He waved the long sword in his hand and said dissatisfiedly: "This body is too weak, but it is enough to teach you this unscrupulous son." ”

This is Nangong Wuxin's body, which can only exert Nangong Wuxin's strength, but what he has in his body is the soul of the head of the Murong family, and this kind of strong person's understanding of the laws of heaven and earth is far greater than that of ordinary people, so he can trigger the power of heaven and earth with a random swing of his sword.

The most important thing is that Murong Xuanbai knows what his father knows better than him, and his father can easily find the weakness with every move and style, so in this battle, Murong Xuanbai has no hope of winning.

"Let's shoot!" Murong Xingyao said.

As an elder, he was embarrassed to take the lead.

However, Murong Xuanbai still stood there dumbfounded, and had no intention of making a move.

Commentator Xu Keli suddenly realized: "Murong Xuanbai is wasting time, he is very smart, he knows that this kind of invitation to the gods must have a time limit, so he finds a way to delay time. ”

Qiu Yu complained: "Then why are you still saying it!"

"Even if I don't say it, do you think the opponent doesn't know? That's Murong Xingyao!"

Qiu Yu lowered her head in frustration after hearing this, her opponent was terrifyingly strong, and even someone as optimistic as her couldn't cheer up at all.

Murong Xingyao saw that his son didn't make a move, so he stabbed him with a sword.

This is just an ordinary sword, and he didn't use any sword moves, his purpose was just to force Murong Xuanbai to use the sword.

However, Murong Xuanbai did not take out the sword, nor did he dodge the sword, but allowed the other party to stab a hole in his left arm, and the blood stained the sleeves of his shirt red.

"Xiaobai!" Wang Wu shouted.

"Why don't you hide?" Murong Xingyao asked in a deep voice.

Murong Xuanbai did not speak.

"Then eat me with another sword. Murong Xingyao was furious, and stabbed him in the lower abdomen again.

This time, Murong Xuanbai also did not dodge.

"Are you a waste, don't you even dare to do it?" Murong Xingyao stabbed out the third sword.

"As my son, you don't even have the courage to draw a sword?" Murong Xingyao stabbed out the fourth sword.

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There were more and more sword wounds on Murong Xuanbai's body, but he still stood there without a word, not resisting, and not retreating.

On the seventeenth sword, there was an extra wound on Murong Xuanbai's chest that was deep and bone-seeing.

Then he finally opened his eyes and said to his father, "Dad, I have never asked you for anything, and this time I want to ask you for this victory." ”

Murong Xuanbai was born as the first heir of the Murong family, and in the eyes of others, he may be the happiest child in the world, but only he knows that he has never owned a toy or played a game.

While other kids were playing marbles, he was learning to play with the best piano teachers. While the other children were playing games, he was wielding an iron sword.

Whenever he wanted to ask his father for a toy, what awaited him was a beating and scolding. After that, he never asked his father for anything again, and spent all his time studying and cultivating.

He thought that he would finally be able to get his father's approval by working so hard, but what awaited him was to be deprived of the succession line and expelled from the family.

This time he silently took the seventeen swords and asked his father for something again. He didn't want family status, he just wanted to win this game.

Murong Xingyao listened to his son's request, was stunned for a moment, and then became furious: "I told you, it's not something I took the initiative to give you, you can't ask for it, if you want this victory, just pull out the sword in your hand, the sword, and take the victory away from me." ”

As he had finished speaking, another sword stabbed at him, this one deeper than ever, almost grazing his heart. But Murong Xuanbai felt that his father's sword had pierced his heart.

He has seen many children from civilian families, whose families are very poor, and when the children cry and beg their father to buy a toy, they will often be beaten, but after the beating, the father will turn his back and secretly wipe his tears, and then carry his luggage and go out to work to make money.

They worked outside for a year, and finally made some money, and the first thing that came to mind was to buy a toy that the child wanted to take home, even by that time, the child no longer liked the toy.

All the children of civilians want to be born in the Murong family, but Murong Xuanbai often hopes that he is born in an ordinary family.

Murong Xuanbai glanced at the wound on his chest, the sadness on his face slowly disappeared, and he said very calmly: "Dad, this is the last time I call you Dad, you just stabbed me with a total of eighteen swords, which can be regarded as repaying your eighteen years of nurturing grace, from now on, you are no longer my father." ”

After he said this, the audience was in an uproar.

They didn't expect Murong Xuanbai to dare to say this sentence in public.

Although he has been expelled from the family, it is also for his younger brother, and after his brother becomes the patriarch, he can still return to the family and become the family elder.

Now that he said such a sentence to his father in public, it was not only equivalent to giving up everything in the Murong family, but also throwing Murong Xingyao's face to the ground and trampling on it.

The few disciples of the Murong family on the sidelines stood up angrily and drew the long sword in their hands. If it weren't for the fact that the game hadn't ended, they would have rushed up to take Murong Xuanbai down and escort him back to the family to be punished.

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Murong Xingyao listened to his son's words and said angrily: "I have been educating you for so many years, and you actually said such a thing? ”

Murong Xuanbai's eyes were cold, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed for the first time, and a sword slashed forward.

"This sword can cut everything. ”

The wisdom sword can cut the love silk, can cut the family affection, and can also cut the soul.

Nangong had no intention of using a supernatural skill to "invite the gods" to his upper body, so that his body was attached to Murong Xingyao's soul. And Murong Xuanbai's sword separates the physical body from the created spirit.

A bright light flashed, and a white mask split in half fell to the ground.

Murong Xingyao's face was like a wave of water again, slowly turning into the appearance of a delicate girl. The tall figure also shrank rapidly, and it turned into a delicate girl's body again.

Because of inviting God to come up, her mental power was exhausted, and she fainted directly and slept quietly on the ground. It was only at this moment when she fell asleep that her face was a little angry, and when she was awake, she was more like a puppet.

Murong Xuanbai didn't know why she practiced this kind of exercise that harmed her soul, but it must be related to her family. He knew that a family like theirs could sacrifice anything for the sake of the family's interests.

At this moment, Murong Xuanbai was relieved from the family, and he hoped that this girl would also be free.