"Death-seeking bitch!" Murong Xiu Ming cursed angrily in his heart, looking fierce and angry.

The changes came so fast that Murong Xiu Ming was caught off guard.

How can there be a woman in this world who is not afraid of death and wants to die?

What's more, he doesn't want Ning Chu to die in his hands now.

For Murong Xiu Ming, Ning Chu's biggest role was to check and balance the people in front of him. As long as he was lucky enough, he could not only leave the spirit mist formation unharmed, but even chop off the opponent's head.

The sharp and cold sword blade had been stained with blood long ago. Ning Chu took the initiative to bump into the sword edge. Mu Qing's eyes were always on Ning Chu's neck. He moved almost as soon as Ning Chu thought about it. .

But Mu Qing and Murong Xiu Ming were still a dozen steps away from each other, and Ning Chu's neck was only a hair's breadth away from the cold sword edge. Everything seemed to be too late.

Murong Xiuming was only slightly slower than Mu Qing when he noticed Ning Chu's strangeness. His reaction at this time was quick and accurate.

Almost at the same time that Mu Qing took a step towards him, he grabbed Ning Chu's hair with his left hand and pulled it back hard. His right wrist suddenly turned over and moved away before the bright and sharp sword blade cut his neck. The long sword placed across Ning Chu's neck pointed the tip of the sword towards Mu Qing, who was about to rush forward to save others.

"stop!!!"

Murong Xiu Ming's chest heaved and he shouted loudly.

Ning Chu frowned, and his entire upper body was pulled back to lean against Murong Xiu Ming, which was enough to show that Murong Xiu Ming had no mercy at all at this moment, and was pulling his hair very hard with his hands.

Murong Xiuming grabbed a piece of Ning Chu's hair and pulled it as hard as possible to prevent her from moving again. He then placed the long sword on Ning Chu's shoulder. Mu Qing was still only five steps away from the two of them. , but since Ning Chu was fine, he stopped moving forward to avoid angering Murong Xiu Ming.

"Very good." Murong Xiu Ming sneered hard, his cold eyes facing Mu Qing, and in front of Mu Qing, he defiantly exhaled a breath towards Ning Chu's face. Malice burst out from his eyes, and he suddenly stretched out his hand. His tongue licked Ning Chu's delicate and white earlobe heavily.

Ning Chu twisted her neck desperately, trying to get rid of the disgusting movement, but Murong Xiuming bit her earlobe and started sucking it.

Ning Chu wanted to hit Murong Xing with his backhand, but Murong Xing sneered and raised his right leg, his knee hit Ning Chu's lower back hard, and at the same time, he pulled Ning Chu's hair down hard with his hand.

Ning Chu couldn't stand firmly and leaned directly back on Murong Xiu Ming's chest.

Seeing this scene, Mu Qing's momentum, which had been falling, suddenly rose. He pursed his thin lips, narrowed his eyes, and moved his feet.

"Don't move!!!" Murong Xiu Ming shouted to the two of them at the same time.

He angrily gave up provoking Mu Qing, and slowly backed away while dragging Ning Chu's hair, while rubbing Ning Chu's shoulder back and forth with his long sword.

The long sword was slightly tilted, and the tip of the sword was facing Mu Qing directly in front of him. After the blood on the sword blade was wiped clean by the clothes on Ning Chuo's shoulders, it cut through the clothes again, leaving a line on Ning Chu's snowy shoulders. Bloodstains.

Ning Chu was forced to raise his chin, revealing his slender neck covered in blood.

She squinted her eyes and looked above her head. The night was hazy and quiet, and her eyelashes were fluttering. He said softly: "Don't let me look down on you."

This was obviously asking Mu Qing to take action. Murong Xiu Ming laughed angrily and said: "Smelly woman, you'd better shut up with me."

From the corner of his eye, he noticed Mu Qing standing motionless, feeling slightly relaxed.

Having been frightened by Mu Qing's aura just now, Murong Xiu Ming's chest was still depressed. At this time, he returned to his old ways. He leaned close to Ning Chu's ear, and he did the action of rubbing hair together between lovers, with a gentle smile on his face, but full of love. He said maliciously: "Didn't you agree to marry me? Don't worry, after tonight, I will marry you immediately and let you be my wife for the rest of my life."

Ning Chu breathed heavily, opened his eyes wide and shouted at Mu Qing: "Do it!"

Murong Xiu Ming's hair stood on end, his eyes focused, and his eyes immediately stared at Mu Qing. Seeing that Mu Qing still hadn't moved, knowing that Ning Chu was indeed this person's Achilles' heel, Murong Xiu Ming suddenly straightened his waist, ready to use force at any time. Relax slightly and smile happily.

Murong Xiu Ming took another step back. At this time, a sudden change occurred. The ground behind him suddenly exploded. Mud mixed with gravel shot towards the sky. Dust rose rapidly in the night, and a clear sword shadow shot out.

The cold and cold breath filled the air behind him. Murong Xiuming's eyes widened in shock. Now he had no time to turn around and see what was behind him, and he had no chance to use Ning Chu in front of him to block the attack behind him. His eyes only flickered for a moment. Murong Xiu Ming leaned forward, stamped his feet heavily, and rushed forward.

With a "stab" sound, a short sword came out from his shoulder.

Murong Xiu Ming fell to the ground before he could jump forward in mid-air. The skirt of his right shoulder was shattered into strands, and a ball of blood suddenly exploded.

Murong Xiu Ming groaned in pain, the corners of his narrow phoenix eyes raised upward, and his eyes turned red, "Since you don't take my threat seriously, well, I will sacrifice your life to the sword first."

The worst case scenario is that the fish will die and the net will fall apart!

Murong Xiuming tightened his grip and endured the severe pain in his shoulder as he tried to chop off Ning Chu's head with his sword. Unfortunately, his eyes flickered at first and he hesitated, and now he had no chance.

Mu Qing has arrived in front of him.

The wind howled, wind and thunder gathered in front of his fist, Ning Chu's hair on the temples swayed wantonly, as if cheering for the punch that passed by his face.

Mu Qing stared coldly, pursed his lips, and kept his momentum together. Without saying any nonsense, he punched Murong Xiu Ming directly on the shoulder.

Murong Xiu Ming had no reservations at this moment. He was also waiting for Mu Qing's arrival. The sword that was originally going to strike Ning Chu suddenly changed its direction and was extended directly forward.

Mu Qing could already see his blood-stained face in Murong Xiuming's eyes. There was a sneer on Murong Xiuming's lips, and his eyes were full of fear and undisguised malicious provocation.

Are you really not hiding for this woman? Murong Xiuming was waiting for Mu Qing to make a choice.

The reason why Mu Qing's momentum dropped so quickly was because, on the one hand, the power he had accumulated through returning to the Ten Thousand Poison Sect was no longer there, and on the other hand, it was also because he was covering up his own intentions.

After Murong Xiu Ming threatened Ning Chu's life, Mu Qing stood there seemingly helpless, but in fact he had quietly shot the dagger into the ground beneath his feet.

The art of controlling the sword!

However, Mu Qing only learned a little bit from the fisherman tonight, wasting a lot of energy, and the situation underground was not as good as in the air, so Ning Chu suffered so many grievances.

Now Mu Qing must not let Ning Chu be harmed in the slightest. In order to save her from Murong Xiu Ming as quickly as possible, Mu Qing did not dodge and gave Murong Xiu Ming his answer.

The long sword penetrated the shoulder blade and came out three inches from the back.

Mu Qing chose the most ruthless way to treat himself, at the cost of penetrating the sword with his long sword, and advanced with the sword.

Murong Xiu Ming was speechless, his eyes were filled with shock and confusion, and Mu Qing's fist fell on his shoulder as he looked at him in disbelief.

"Bang." There was a clear and bloody sound of fists hitting, blood mixed with meat splashing everywhere, and then bones collided with bones.

Murong Xiuming's shoulder blades were completely shattered, and there was not much flesh and blood on Mu Qing's fists, only the white knuckles exposed.

"Bang dong." Another punch, the long sword fell out of hand, and Murong Xiu Ming's right hand dropped weakly.

Murong Xiu Ming only came back to his senses at this time, and before the regret and self-blame in his eyes could emerge, Mu Qing seized this opportunity, made a wrong move, and inserted himself between Murong Xiu Ming and Ning Chu.

Mu Qing's fighting style of replacing injuries with no room for self-protection was actually profitable for Murong Xiu Ming, but it was a pity that he was distracted for a moment just now, so that he wasted the time before the long sword was released. A great opportunity to smash Mu Qing's shoulders in one go.

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins.

The ancients left countless warnings. In the past, I only thought that the principles in books were far away from me. Now that I have traveled thousands of miles back and forth, Mu Qing has gradually begun to understand them.

He didn't give Murong Xiu Ming any chance to make amends. After inserting himself between the two of them, he waved his left hand and fell towards the hand that still refused to let go of Ning Chu's hair.

Murong Xiuming snorted coldly, staggered his steps and stepped back, trying to pull Ning Chu to block Mu Qing's blow.

Mu Qing followed Murong Xiuming and walked in across the body. He put two fingers of his left hand together and pointed at Murong Xiuming's wrist. No sword energy was emitted. Murong Xiuming, who broke out in a cold sweat, raised his eyebrows. Before he had time to wonder, a sword shadow rushed out from the diagonal stab. .

Mu Qing's speed in controlling the sword was not fast, but he just took into account Murong Xiuming's retreating movement. As long as Murong Xiuming insisted on grabbing Ning Chu's hair, his left hand would encounter the dagger unexpectedly.

Murong Xiu Ming cursed angrily in frustration. After all, he is a person who cares about his body. He immediately let go of the hair in his hands, put a heavy foot on his feet, and flew down a few feet away.

Mu Qing did not take advantage of the situation to pursue him this time. He immediately turned around and supported Ning Chu who fell backward.

Ning Chu only suffered some superficial injuries. Mu Qing's palm gently supported her back, and she stood up without much effort.

"Sister, I'm sorry, it's a little late."

Mu Qing smiled broadly at Ning Chu, revealing a mouth full of blood and white teeth.

Ning Chu's face was moved, and the barriers in her heart melted like ice and snow at this moment. She held Mu Qing's shoulders and wanted to check his injuries.

Mu Qing turned his head away, blinked at her and said quickly: "Senior sister, do you hate me?"

Ning Chu frowned, and she glanced at Murong Xiu Ming, who was staring at this side eagerly, "The danger is far from over now, why are you talking about this?"

"Moreover." Ning Chu shook his head and whispered slowly but firmly: "I was a little resentful towards you before, but after tonight, I am only grateful."

"Ahem -" Mu Qing sighed, and with each breath, spiritual mist was thrown at him, but the power was far less powerful than the previous times. He grabbed Ning Chu's wrist with puzzled eyes.

The true energy surged into Ning Chu's body and rushed through the place where the true energy was stagnant. In just a moment, the true energy seal came into contact with Ning Chu.

"Thank you." Ning Chu nodded towards him, "The last time we said goodbye, I couldn't believe how fast you became stronger."

Mu Qing smiled happily and said: "After experiencing a few more life-and-death battles, your strength will naturally increase."

Ning Chu's Qi flow was suffocated, and his face darkened. Mu Qing suddenly slapped his forehead, remembered the business, and said quickly: "Senior sister, that guy Yue Jiu is not dead. He is alive and well. Don't be sad. I said before I didn’t even get a chance to tell you.”

Ning Chu suddenly raised his head and his eyes widened. Ning Chu had always been a cold and quiet big sister in Mu Qing's heart. Just now, the child had a temper and patted his forehead too fast, causing the wound on his shoulder.

It hurt so much that he gritted his teeth and sucked in air while nodding towards Ning Chu, "Really, really, I still have the letter he gave you on me."

Ning Chu's eyebrows seemed to be more beautiful at that moment. Mu Qing smiled strangely and said, "However, this is not a good time to read letters. Under the ups and downs, I am afraid that my senior sister's mind will be disturbed."

Ning Chu tilted his head at the green wood, her pretty face pretending to be calm, but she couldn't hide the briskness at the corner of her mouth.

She hummed softly, moved smoothly, and directly pulled out the long sword on Mu Qing's shoulder.