Under the angry gaze and coercion of Feng Thirty Niang, Qin Mo was helpless to stay in the hospital for three days.

During this period, the college entrance examination in 2108 also began.

"It's a coincidence, I'm coming to the hospital again for the college entrance examination, hehehe......"

Qin Mo was lying on the white hospital bed, and his memory couldn't help but go back to three years ago.

On a summer evening in 2105, the orange sunset lit the land dark, and a teenager ran home excitedly.

The teenager has entered the top ten of the whole class in the last few mock exams, and his comprehensive scores are among the best in terms of scientific knowledge and martial arts.

The college entrance examination is a bigger battlefield for him, and he is more excited than ever.

When he pushed open the door with joy and excitement, his expression instantly froze.

The orange sunset sun shines into the room, rendering the room like a dream. A young man with bundled hair wearing a dark green special combat vest was stretching out his right hand sword and pointing at the eyebrows of a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard.

"No......" the young man's eyes were bloodshot and he let out a hysterical roar.

The down-and-out middle-aged man looked at him with a smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were full of helplessness, full of indescribable love, and there was a smile of relief on his face.

Bang!

One kick, people fly.

Qin Hong turned around, a pair of dark eyes were cold without the slightest emotional fluctuation, his arrogant sword eyebrows flew obliquely up his sideburns, and the corners of his mouth squinted at him with a sneer.

"Shouldn't you be happy?" Qin Hong said with a sneer.

Qin Mo only felt a heavy blow to his chest, and it was extremely difficult to breathe, and he shook his head with difficulty when he heard his brother's words.

"He's the murderer of his mother, doesn't he deserve to die?" Qin Hong's cold voice was like a long knife, stabbing into Qin Mo's heart fiercely.

"No, no, no......" he blistered with blood in his mouth, frantically trying to explain.

"You must have thought about stabbing this sinner who killed his wife, but it's a pity that you don't have a chance."

"Actually, you should be glad that this sinner has received the punishment he deserves today."

Qin Mo cried, crying heartbreakingly, he wanted to explain to the man in front of him who was a "husband" and "father".

"He didn't mean it, he just went berserk and missed......"

"Then I missed it too...... Right? Suddenly, Qin Hong's words interrupted his feeble defense.

Qin Kunpeng sneered and said, "Wrong is wrong, and it won't become right because he is pitiful." I killed him to help him get rid of him, did I do the right thing? ”

Qin Mo's mind was already in a mess, and his brother's words left him speechless.

Knock knock.

Suddenly, a dull and dense sound rang out.

Qin Mo, who was sitting on the ground, his eyes turned red at this time, the qi and blood in his body were churning, the blood vessels in his body were bursting and becoming clearly visible, and the whole person became strange and terrifying.

"Huh! The bloodline is running out?! Qin Hong looked at his younger brother with some surprise.

At this time, Qin Mo's heart was like crazy, beating at a speed beyond common sense, and streams of powerful blood were sent to all parts of his body.

A stream of qi and blood rushed into his brain, and Qin Mo's entire consciousness disappeared with a "boom", and only instinct remained in his eyes.

Whew!

The qi and blood of the whole body were violent, and the qi and blood overflowed from the pores, and soon turned into a cloud of blood mist around Qin Mo's body.

Swish!

Qin Mo turned into a bloody shadow and turned over, his red claws grasping at the prey in his eyes.

Qin Hong tossed and turned, dodging his rampaging younger brother like a leisurely stroll.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, Qin Mo, who was in a rage, raised his head and roared, and the blood mist on his body rolled up, and the "Wind and Cloud" in the "Wind and Cloud Sword Technique" was used by him.

Qin Hong's eyes lit up, and he muttered: "Good talent, you can use martial arts when you go berserk for the first time, but in this way, the bloodline power will become even more violent." ”

For example, Qin Mu was unable to control the rampage bloodline, so he ended up with the current result.

Under the attack of the rampaging Qin Mo, Qin Hong flicked his hands, and a black and white force flowed up.

Syllable!

Qin Hong slapped it out, and the crazy Qin Mo was knocked out in response.

But Qin Mo, who had fallen into a rampage, turned a deaf ear, and the whole person roared like a dragon and a tiger, and the blood mist around him began to surge.

Qin Hong frowned slightly, obviously he didn't expect his younger brother to study more advanced combat techniques, and they were strengthened in the state of rage.

Roar! Recite!

A tiger roar and a dragon roar intertwined from Qin Mo's body, looking weird and terrifying.

At the same time, his speed and strength, flexibility, and murderous aura skyrocketed, and he constantly frantically launched attacks around Qin Hong.

A quarter of an hour later, Qin Mo's qi and blood were finally consumed to the limit, and his face turned pale as paper, looking like a dead man.

If he continues to fight, there is no doubt that he will be exhausted to death.

Qin Hong didn't seem to want to see him die easily, and with a palm on his chest, the powerful force invaded Qin Mo's body, and the boiling qi and blood all over his body were forcibly suppressed.

Airplanes!

Before Qin Mo, who had just woken up, could reflect it, he saw a pair of eyes that could never be forgotten.

It was a pair of dark golden pupils, and there seemed to be infinite mysteries in the eyes, indescribable Tao and reason.

Then he passed out.

When he woke up again, he was already in the hospital and had lost sensation in both legs.

At that moment, Qin Mo's tears fell silently, his father's death hit him hard, but it hadn't knocked him down yet. But when he learned that he was unconscious in his legs, he was stupid.

He has been obsessed with cold weapons since he was a child, and has practiced most of them, but he only likes swords. Since the age of six, he has been practicing swords, obsessed with swords, obsessed with swords, and in love with swords...... For as long as he can remember, he has never left the sword.

Qin Mo knew the importance of legs to swords.

You must know that before some swordsmen taught swordsmanship in ancient times, disciples had to be able to stab monkeys in the forest with wooden sticks in order to be qualified to practice swords.

In other words, the most basic thing for a good swordsman is to have a strong body.

He has no legs, and his swordsmanship can be said to be basically useless, and for Qin Mo, the road to his dream was cut off, which is more uncomfortable than killing him.

He wept because he was dreaming of being gone.

In the hospital, everyone thought he was sad that he couldn't walk, but few people understood that he was crying for the sword.

Qin Mo came back to his senses, looking at the clean ward and the white bed, he didn't expect that he would also touch the scene, but now that he thinks about it, he was still too young at the beginning.

"The ancients said that the heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically, so they are tempted to endure and benefit what they can't."

"Although I don't know what great responsibility God has given me, at least let me understand that difficulties are an indispensable whetstone in life, and this 'whetstone' also allows my swordsmanship to enter the house."

Three years ago, on the day of the college entrance examination, his relatives killed each other, he lost his dream and was heartbroken, and begged for death several times.

Three years later, on the day of the college entrance examination, accompanied by Aunt Qing, he buried the sword for three years without sorrow and joy, and the sword god had no sword.

Exhausted life's love and hatred, experiencing the peaks and valleys, the nineteen-year-old Qin Mo tasted too much red dust, and during these three years, he created another swordsmanship mother style - the burial sword style.