There are many ways to die in the arena, and one of the more aggrieved ones is definitely to die by one's own sword.
The fisherman flicked it seemingly casually, but the sound of the dagger breaking the wind was no less than that of a real swordsman flying sword. The dagger that Mu Qing left on the fisherman was returned to him by the fisherman and shot directly at his own back, but at this time Mu Qing was still in a state of extreme fatigue and confusion.
A figure rushed out of the shadows, suddenly came behind Mu Qing, and stretched out his hand to hold the dagger.
Huaifenghua's face was dark and unclear, but the energy in her body sometimes rose and sometimes declined, showing a strange state. She no longer had the energy to use any means to resist, so she just grabbed the dagger with both hands.
The blade of the sword cut the flesh silently, and blood overflowed from between the fingers, dripping with blood.
Huaifenghua took a few steps back, until the bloody tiger's mouth hit the hilt of the sword.
She swayed, turned to Mu Qing, and said hoarsely: "You are not in the right state now, cheer up."
Mu Qing's eyes swayed, he spread out his fists with bones showing through them, and stood up by forcing himself on the body beneath him.
"Shaoyao, she..." Mu Qing looked for the girl's body and voice, her Adam's apple rolled, and her voice was extremely difficult.
The corpse on the ground had a cracked brain, and the white brain was mixed with red flesh. It was completely unrecognizable, proving Mu Qing's rage just now. The snow-white beard and hair told Huaifenghua who this person was.
Huaifenghua's pupils shrank, her heart thumped as she thought of a possibility, her face looked extremely painful.
"Where is Shaoyao?" Huaifenghua asked.
Mu Qing's slender lips were soaked with thick and bright blood stains. He muttered before opening his mouth. Huaifenghua relied on the natural closeness of the technique and her eyes were instantly locked into the distance.
She moved her feet and rushed over quickly regardless of her injuries. Mu Qing also followed.
When she came to the girl's side, Huaifenghua knelt down on the ground, her shoulders shaking, and Mu Qing, who was behind her, was so frightened that she couldn't stand and collapsed on the ground.
"Uh-master."
The girl's painful whimpers sounded like sounds of nature to Mu Qing's ears. He quickly moved closer to Huaifenghua, and saw Huaifenghua's hands constantly checking the girl's injuries. Mu Qing only came to life at this moment.
"It was a close call, just a little bit close."
Huaifenghua tore open the clothes on Zhang Shaoyao's back, and a charred and fuzzy palm print was only an inch away from the back of the girl's neck.
Lei Dian's palm thunder exploded on Zhang Shaoyao's body. Except for the delicate skin under his palm, which was burned into a scorched black, countless tiny blood-red marks exploded on the girl's entire back.
Mu Qing's eyes were extremely distressed, and the ferocity on his face was evident. He stood up and looked into the distance and said fiercely: "They all deserve to die!"
At this time, dozens of feet away, the fisherman and Murong Xiuming, who were escorting Ning Chu and Huai Cao Shi, who were still able to walk on their own, were getting further and further away from him.
The girl's eyes fluttered slightly. The wound on her back was so painful that her long eyelashes were covered with tears. However, she still wrinkled her face and looked at Mu Qing pretending to be fine, "Brother Aliang, I'm fine."
The clear and low voice couldn't hide the worry, obviously because he was afraid that Mu Qing would lose his mind again.
Mu Qing raised his eyebrows to both sides, pursed his thin lips and shook his head.
Even the sword wound that penetrated the chest and back was not as heartbreaking as when he saw the girl's bloody back. Mu Qing did not dare to turn his head.
Huaifenghua looked up at Mu Qing's side face with bright eyes. She handed the dagger placed at her feet to Mu Qing, "Shaoyao's life is not in danger, but a man is upright. When he expresses his feelings, he will express his feelings. My aunt will Let me help you.”
Zhang Shaoyao temporarily ignored the pain on his back and looked at his master and then at Mu Qing.
Mu Qing's hard face softened, and he shook his head and said, "I can do it alone."
Huaifenghua's slender eyebrows narrowed, and Mu Qing hurriedly added: "I have a special constitution. We will talk about this later, but don't worry, auntie, I am definitely not in danger of life now."
"Protect yourselves." As soon as Mu Qing finished speaking, he held his sword and disappeared.
"He is looking for death. How dare you be frightened by him at the early stage of your transcendence?" Murong Xiuming gritted his teeth as he watched the guy who killed Lei Dian rush towards him, looking at him angrily. fisherman.
The fisherman's hard-edged face looked a little pale. He held his stomach and said silently: "Don't forget to calculate the time until we enter the spiritual mist formation."
Murong Xiu Ming used his sword to dance over the heads of Ning Chu and the girls in Huai Cao Shi. His narrow eyes were full of evil and he said: "Even if there is only half a cup of tea left, it's enough. These women are still in our hands, why don't you still use them?" Did the fish gut sword stab him?"
Ning Chu raised his chin and looked at Murong Xiuming with disdain through the cold sword blade on his head.
Murong Xiu Ming was furious, and slapped Ning Chu on the cheek with the long sword in his hand. His face became hot, he sneered twice, and said with malice: "What do you think? He likes you. I just threatened him with you. As long as he dares If you act recklessly, next time it won’t be as simple as slapping you with the blade of the sword.”
A deep red mark soon appeared on Ning Chu's snow-white cheeks. She didn't even think about explaining, she just raised her smooth chin to reveal her slender neck, deliberately stimulating Murong Xiu Ming to strike her with the sword.
As soon as Murong Xiuming delayed like this, Mu Qing got closer to them.
The fisherman raised his brows, tore off a piece of cloth and wrapped it around his belly, his whole body burning with fighting spirit.
It was rare for him to warn Murong Xiuming, "If we can't kill him, we might die." Before rushing towards Mu Qing, the fisherman turned his back to Murong Xiuming and just left one sentence.
"If you continue to sit back and watch, you will definitely die in front of me."
But after a few breaths, two figures carrying the determination to kill fiercely collided with each other.
After the whistling sound in the sky, there was a "bang bang" sound of collision between stone and stone.
The fisherman punched Mu Qing on the chest, and Mu Qing on the shoulder. Mu Qing punched the fisherman on the stomach, and the two of them fell back and separated.
The fisherman only stepped back half a foot on the ground, then stopped with his feet on the ground. Mu Qing stepped back three feet, then half-crouched, half-stretched, and stood on all fours to stabilize his body.
Murong Xiuming looked at Mu Qing's swaying figure barely standing upright, and snorted coldly at the fisherman's motionless back. He had already thought about how to report the matter to his father when he went back tonight.
His current ill will towards the fisherman is only slightly less than that of Mu Qing, and the thought of taking action that he barely raised due to the threat from the fisherman immediately ran away.
From the corner of his eye, Murong Xiuming noticed Ning Chu who was looking quietly at the battlefield. Looking at the red mark on the other person's face, there was some regret in his eyes.
He had some reflections and felt that his energy-raising skills were still not enough. He had to learn from his father. As for helping the fisherman, Murong Xiu Ming narrowed his eyes and sneered. What was his identity? The fisherman was just raised by his father. For a vicious dog, there is no reason for the owner and the vicious dog to bite people together.
This place in Tiannan was not a place for normal people. There were poisonous miasma and swamps everywhere. Murong Xiu Ming's thoughts were divergent. He missed the private house in Suzaku City, the beauties in the house, and those romantic books.
Looking at the two figures about to collide with each other from a distance, Murong Xiu Ming smiled casually and laughed to himself: "Although I am already a second-level cultivation, there is a saying in the book that says very well, gentleman Without erecting a dangerous wall, what do you think, Senior Sister Ning?"
Ning Chu didn't even move his eyes, turning a deaf ear to Murong Xiuming's boasts, and always stared at the movements on the battlefield in the distance.
After Mu Qing stood up unsteadily, he rushed towards the fisherman without taking a moment to rest.
The fisherman's eyes were a little frightened, but he also faced the collision without any fear.
They have been trapped in the deep spiritual mist formation for a long time. What the fisherman is most worried about is that Mu Qing chooses to entangle them not far or near, making it impossible for him to leave and the beating will not be pleasant.
By now, the fisherman had already abandoned his prejudices based on his years of life and death combat experience. He didn't mind at all that this man was brave enough to exchange injuries with him, and he was even a little happy.
Although he still doesn't understand the state and methods of the person rushing towards him, the reality is that he will be injured three hundred times, and the other person will be injured at least one thousand.
How much blood can a person lose?
Mu Qing, who was covered in blood, felt that the blood flowing in his body had become very small. When the other person was in the air, only a distance away from the fisherman, his chest heaved violently, and he suddenly took a deep breath.
Mu Qing repeated his old trick, and his whole body transformed into a vortex of crazily rolling Qi. Under the influence of Wandu Guizong, the spiritual mist along the way followed him and then submerged him.
All this happened in the blink of an eye. When the fisherman wanted to change direction, Mu Qing's flow of energy was already in front of him.
The majestic zhenqi covered Mu Qing's whole body. In the fisherman's view, he seemed to be a god wearing armor made of jasper, stepping on the clouds and mist, and wearing the night light.
At that moment, the fisherman suddenly fell into a trance that caught him off guard.
Mu Qing didn't hesitate at all. He shouted loudly and gave the fisherman a clean punch.
Still in the same position, with the same angle of force, Mu Qing punched the fisherman in the stomach.
However, the force contained in this fist was far greater than the previous punch.
The fisherman's back was bulging, and he looked like a kite with its string broken and lost in the strong wind. His body flipped endlessly in mid-air, and he fell heavily to the ground more than ten feet away with a "snap" sound.
At this time, a few feet away from the fisherman, Murong Xiu Ming, who had a look of disbelief and had not fully reacted, stood.
Almost as soon as the fisherman fell to the ground, Mu Qing, who was carrying the churning mist and wearing green armor, passed by the fisherman. The fisherman, who was about to stand up, had a clear mind and guessed Mu Qing's direction at once. Intentions are no longer blocked.
Facing the roaring wind and the bloody killing atmosphere, Murong Xiuming's Adam's apple rolled. At that moment, his soul was filled with happiness. He took one step back behind Ning Chu. He directly placed his sword on Ning Chu's neck and shouted loudly: "If you take another step, she will Just die!"
As expected, Mu Qing stopped.
The green armor on his body was rapidly fading at a speed visible to the naked eye. Murong Xiuming caught Mu Qing's temperament falling off the cliff and sneered: "Stand still, otherwise I can't guarantee that Senior Sister Ning Chu will not die on her own." Under the sword."
Ning Chu looked at the man in front of him with complicated eyes. Mu Qing's face was stained with blood, his sword eyebrows were sharp, and he stood there silently, but he was even more dangerous.
Mu Qing's shoulders couldn't stop shaking.
Ning Chu found that he didn't have much hatred in his heart at this time. He looked at Mu Qing and said softly: "Don't worry about me, you just need to protect the master and junior sister."
Murong Xiuming snorted coldly. The sharp edge of the long sword had already left a blood mark on her neck. As long as Murong Xiuming used even half of his strength, Ning Chu's trachea and arteries would be severed by his sword.
Ning Chu's beautiful eyebrows were slightly raised, and her whole person's temperament suddenly seemed cold and holy. She didn't care about the coldness of the sword's edge, and said with a cold voice and a smile: "For a sword cultivator, dying by your own sword is considered a very serious thing." It’s a good home, you have to take good care of your junior sister and master.”
Mu Qing's feet moved, Murong Xiu Ming looked shocked, and Ning Chu actually bumped into the sword.
