Mu Qing groaned, but before he could make a move, Ning Chu had already moved in front of him, gently spreading his Qi with both hands.
Mu Qing took a breath and found that he could still mobilize his Qi to cast Ten Thousand Poisons and Return to the Clan. He felt a little lucky. Looking at Ning Chu's smooth forehead, he deliberately smiled and said: "Senior sister, am I relying on that guy's blessing? "
Ning Chu raised his eyes and was about to glare at him. With a little force on his hand, Mu Qing let out a soft cry. Ning Chu's eyes were filled with concern, and his eyes wandered over Mu Qing's body. The clothes on Mu Qing's body had already been stained with blood, especially his chest. Ning Chu was frightened when he saw the sword at close range.
"Thanks to you this time, otherwise Master and the others..."
Ning Chu's eyes were full of self-blame, he lowered his head and did not say any more. He kept moving his hands to continue to deliver Qi to Mu Qing, but Mu Qing raised his hand and grabbed his wrist to refuse: "Senior sister, Shaoyao and I are very close. I met you when you were a child, why are you talking to your family? It just so happens that you have recovered now, so don’t waste your strength and go see your uncle and the others."
Mu Qing exerted a little force. Ning Chu felt the strength on his wrist and said in surprise: "Are you injured so seriously?"
In Ning Chu's eyes, Mu Qing should have collapsed long ago.
Mu Qing said very patiently: "I have a special physique, so I will gain more from this time. Don't worry."
Ning Chu was silent for a moment, raised his head and looked around.
Before half a cup of tea was served, the whistling wind, the clashing of energy, and the hissing all disappeared, as if the past and present here were two different worlds.
In the early summer night, the spiritual mist formation in the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley was still spewing spiritual mist from the valley. The mist was filled with coldness and strangeness.
Mu Qing also followed Ning Chu's gaze and saw that everyone in the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley had gathered together. In addition, Mu Qing frowned slightly, and then he realized with hindsight that tonight, outside the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley, there were people all over the place. All are enemies.
Within two quarters of an hour, only Murong Xing was left sitting cross-legged on the ground alone on Tianshou's side. As for the other two people before, their figures had disappeared.
Mu Qing regretted a little. The battle tonight was continuous but unclear. Those people were still alive. No matter who they were, they were enemies that could not be underestimated for Wanhua Valley and him.
A dozen feet away, the fisherman had already stood up. He squinted his eyes to meet Mu Qing's gaze.
The murderous intent in Mu Qing's eyes was undisguised. Tianbang Assassin was a master in the early stage of transcendence. Mu Qing knew very well how powerful this person was, especially his elusive sword control skills. While Mu Qing was afraid, he immediately set out to learn from him. thoughts.
"I wonder when he stood up. Didn't he help just now?" Mu Qing's eyes fell on the fisherman and did not move.
He was thinking about the possibility of keeping the other party.
The stomach was filled with overwhelming cramping pain, especially when the punch hit the wound in the stomach without even changing the direction of the force. The fisherman's throat rolled, and he had swallowed blood several times silently.
In the night, the fisherman's angular and resolute face was full of strong killing intent, and he did not retreat even a step.
The other party looked at him with naked and bloody eyes, full of murderous intent, just like looking at a live fish that was pinned to the chopping board and kept beating. The fisherman knew that at this time, he could not show any intention of retreating.
For those of the older generation who are in the world of martial arts, they have always agreed with a certain saying. If you come out to hang out, you will always have to pay back. If someone's skills are not as good as others and die in the hands of others, then they can only admit defeat, so if you can kill this person easily , the fisherman doesn't mind killing him, his murderous intention towards this person is no less than Mu Qing's towards him.
After all, now that we have made enemies, do we still have to wait for the other party to become stronger and come to visit us, then kneel down and beg for mercy or face death?
It's a pity, it's a pity...
The fisherman's eyes swayed, and there was this exchange of eyes hidden in the night. In just a short moment, the fisherman secretly sighed so many times that it was a pity.
Even he himself didn't know what it was that was a pity. It was a pity that he couldn't kill this young man who had not yet figured out his identity and life, or it was a pity that this man had such a stubborn personality that it was impossible to turn hostility into friendship.
The eye contact between the two ended with Ning Chu's movement.
Mu Qing turned around and grabbed Ning Chu, and said quickly: "Senior sister, I promised that guy Yue Jiu to protect you, and as a condition, he must also protect my woman."
Ning Chu looked at Mu Qing with a calm and questioning look on her face. Her brows were wrinkled in a cold manner, but her earlobes were a little red.
Mu Qing had already turned his gaze to the direction Ning Chu was about to rush to, "That guy's name is Murong Xiu Ming, right? Senior sister, don't worry, I will definitely come to you with his dog head in hand."
"His adoptive father is Murong Yin, the elder of Hidden Valley." Ning Chu reminded him, insisting on going on his own.
"So what?" Mu Qing quickly grabbed Ning Chu and said with a smile: "Then Murong Xing is still Tian Shou's big stall. It seems that people named Murong are not good people. I won't beat one person too much today. Two are just right.”
Ning Chu saw that Mu Qing's face had lost a lot of its greenness after going out, and suddenly understood and asked, "You don't want me to take action?"
Mu Qing was silent for a moment, nodded and said: "This time I went out and met two seniors, and my view on things has changed a bit. After all, the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley is still here. Maybe in the future, you really have to be the master of the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley to make sense." .”
Ning Chu's eyes were complicated and he said a little angrily: "What? Master asked me to go find that old man Murong Yin, and now you are telling me not to take action. Am I not from Wanhua Valley anymore?"
Mu Qing looked embarrassed and was about to speak cautiously. Ning Chu saw his appearance. Mu Qing's blood-stained thin lips were slightly closed, which was extremely dazzling. Ning Chu's eyes were complicated and he turned to look at the master and the others. , said softly: "I shouldn't lose my temper with you. You are the biggest tonight, even the master will listen to you."
Mu Qing thought of the smile on his face that he had just recognized as his relative, and his face became much more vivid. He laughed softly and said, "Senior Sister, I have wronged you. I will keep my word. I will chop off that person's head right now."
The wind howled as Mu Qing chased after Murong Xiuming who was dozens of meters away.
The fisherman turned his head and followed Mu Qing with his eyes.
"It just so happens that I haven't wanted you to avenge the sneak attack on the peak yet." Ning Chu stood with his sword in hand and stared at the fisherman with a cold look on his face.
The helper she invited almost became the enemy who killed everyone tonight. Ning Chu was about to kill the fisherman as soon as his energy flowed.
The fisherman suddenly looked in a direction where there was no figure, raised his eyebrows slightly, and faced Ning Chu's murderous intention, he chose to turn a blind eye and turned away.
Now that he was not injured to death, he might be able to tell if he stayed any longer. The fisherman chose a direction opposite to Murong Xiuming and left straight away. He turned his back to Ning Chu and said calmly: "You should save some strength and prepare for what's next. Let’s take on the challenge. I’ve done everything I should and can do tonight, so I’ll leave first.”
Ning Chu's eyes flashed, his face turned pale the next moment, and he immediately leaned towards his master.
Suddenly there was one more person beside Murong Xing, no, to be exact, there were three more people.
Two of them were Geng Jian and Xing Zuo who had just disappeared. Xing Zuo was already unconscious and lying on the ground, while Geng Jian was haggard and barely stood beside Murong Xing.
As for the new face, Ning Chu was no stranger. It was actually the third elder of Hidden Valley - Chen Qing.
Compared with his brother who stayed in Suzaku City all year round, Chen Qing was much thinner and taller. He has a thin face, a beautiful beard, and slightly protruding cheek bones. He is dressed in a dark green monofilament robe. It is the most common businessman's dress nowadays. However, combined with his silent look while stroking his beard, it seems a bit fortune-telling. Mr. style.
Chen Qing's back was to Ning Chu. His face was calm, his eyes were as clear as an ancient well, and he was facing the direction that Mu Qing was chasing.
It was also the direction in which Murong Xiu Ming escaped.
However, Murong Xiu Ming didn't think that he was running away. This damn formation was not gone yet, so could he stay any longer and lose his life in vain?
Murong Xiu Ming couldn't stop cursing everyone, especially when he was running, he felt severe pain in his shoulders. However, this also reminded him that the other party was a mad dog, and he really couldn't afford to fight a mad dog.
This time, as long as he is allowed to return to his father safely, there is no need for long-term planning. By then, the entire Wanhua Valley will belong to their family. Ning Chu, that bitch, no, all the women in the Wanhua Valley must be obedient to him. Go to the bed and become his forbidden possession.
The beating sound of his heart has never been so clear, like thunder that comes at any time on a summer night, exploding in his ears. Murong Xiuming is still relying on lust to vent the embarrassment he suffered tonight, and over there Mu Qing was getting closer and closer to him.
Mu Qing squinted his eyes. Even he was a little surprised at his current physical condition. Could it be that some innate Muyuan body had awakened? Otherwise, why did he still feel good about himself at this time?
Don't think about things that you can't figure out for the time being. After all, you have to kill people now. Mu Qing breathed a breath of air. As long as he is still within the range of the spiritual mist, the true energy in his body can always be obtained under the return of the ten thousand poisons. Replenish.
It felt good to sit on a mountain of gold and squander money like this. Mu Qing even multi-tasked and used dead wood to heal himself briefly. However, I don't know if it is true that it is difficult for doctors to heal themselves, but the effect is not big.
Seeing that he was only eight or nine feet away from Murong Xiu Ming, Mu Qing gave up the treatment decisively, his true energy surged, his body skills spread out, and he shot towards Murong Xiu Ming's finger.
"Damn it! Damn it! What a mad dog." The roar of the wind behind him was so harsh that Murong Xiu Ming endured his shoulders and increased his speed to the limit.
Unfortunately, being in the spirit mist formation, Murong Xiu Ming gritted his teeth and found that the distance between himself and the mad dog behind him was still shortening.
It was getting closer, and the distance between the two was less than three feet. Murong Xiu Ming's pores tightened. He didn't want to admit that he was scared, but he didn't want to stop either. He also discovered that this big formation It seems to provide a steady stream of energy to the opponent. If it stops and gets entangled, the consequences will be disastrous when its own strength begins to decline.
Mu Qing stared coldly at the figure in front of him without looking back. The opponent's second-level realm was actually not weak, especially his movement skills when escaping. Even he who had reached the first-level strength had been chasing him for so long.
Maybe Mu Qing didn't realize that he actually looked at his opponents from a first-class perspective. People with his level and strength were so rare that the shock he brought to these people tonight was not good, otherwise the fisherman wouldn't Hui Hui also wanted to persuade Mu Qing to surrender during the fight.
Seeing that the opponent had no intention of fighting, Mu Qing was worried about the comfort of the girls behind him. He immersed himself in it and recalled the scene of practicing the Lihuo Sword Jue along the way. Among the Lihuo Sword Jue, there was a form of Lihuo Starting a Prairie, where the sword energy castrated the force. Extremely fast, just enough to deal with Murong Xiu Ming.
There is a transition between breathing. First, the spiritual mist turns into true energy, and then the true energy moves along a specific path. Mu Qing suddenly stood still. After closing his eyes, he held the dagger in his right hand. The sword energy was generated, using the dagger as the source. The carrier, the blue sword energy poured out crazily, as if they were not separated yet, but were about to be separated.
Mu Qing suddenly opened his eyes and pointed with one arm to the back of the figure ten feet away.
The faint blue sword energy surged forward like wildfire in the wilderness, rolling into a long dragon in mid-air, like a fire dragon across the earth.
But in the blink of an eye, the sword energy fire dragon caught up with Murong Xiu Ming. At this time, Murong Xiu Ming no longer dared to have any other thoughts. He finally stopped and turned around. He pulled off a bead from his neck with his left hand and raised his right arm tremblingly. , made a seal with both hands, and the beads exploded when the sword energy swept in, turning into a bloody arc and blocking Murong Xiuming's body.
The energy was surging, the sound of sword energy wasting away was loud, the blue sword energy dragon head and the blood-red arc collided together, shocking the soul like a dragon holding a pearl in its mouth.
Murong Xiu Ming's teeth were intertwined, and his feet plowed two marks on the ground. His shoulders were shaking more and more, and his whole body looked extremely weak under the sword energy.
He didn't dare to breathe, his gums were bleeding, his eyes were widened, and the fear deep in his eyes finally climbed to the top of his eyebrows.
There is no one in this world who is not afraid of death.
The only reason he said he was not afraid of death was because he had never tasted the taste of death. Murong Xiu Ming's eardrums were ringing and his eyes were in a trance, as if he saw the death ending of being swallowed up by this sword energy at the next moment. His lips trembled and he was about to speak.
At this time, a person stood in front of him.
He swung his sword and slashed at the sword energy fire dragon, as if it hit seven inches above the ground. Mu Qing's sword energy, which vaguely echoed the image of Li Huo swordsmanship, immediately scattered throughout the world.
