After hearing this, Mu Qingyun's expression suddenly changed.
Turning his gaze away, his pupils instantly dilated.
I saw a Shura-like figure slowly walking out of the confinement of the sword tower.
When his whole body was revealed, countless people felt the endless killing intent in him.
"Mu Qingyun, today is the day you die!"
The familiar voice made Mu Qingyun's eyes flash with panic.
Seeing this face, a self-deprecating smile flashed across his lips, "As the heir of the Immortal Sword, it is indeed impossible for you to die so easily."
Tang Rou, who was in the middle, fell into a dazed state.
He had just said that his brother was dead, but he was clearly standing in front of him intact.
"Brother!" Tang Rou had a hint of joy on her face, because she firmly believed that her brother could not die so easily.
Just as he was about to go to greet him, Mu Qingyun stepped forward to stop him.
"Wait a minute, are you sure he is really your brother?"
"Take a good look at what he looks like now. How is he different from a machine that can only kill?"
Then she pressed Tang Rou's shoulders and whispered, "Is your gentle brother looking like this now?"
"Maybe he has become a puppet and just a means for Jiang Hanyi to get away with it."
Tang Rou stopped, and when she looked at Tang Ming again, her eyes were full of rage and murderous intent. She began to wonder if the person in front of her was actually Tang Ming.
"Sister, come here quickly, Mu Qingyun is that bastard with a human face and a beast heart. He can do anything for profit. The best explanation is that he snatched the fairy sword from his hand!"
Tang Ming shouted hurriedly, but his words didn't seem to make Tang Rou move at all.
"Don't stay there, come to your brother's side quickly!" Tang Ming began to urge anxiously.
But the more anxious Tang Ming became, the more confused Tang Rou became.
His brother has always been gentle and has never been angry with him.
This made Tang Rou feel that the man in front of her might just be a puppet.
Looking at his still unmoved sister, Tang Ming roared angrily.
"Come here quickly!"
However, it was this angry sentence that frightened Tang Rou into hiding behind Mu Qingyun.
Such a scene made the ferocious look on Tang Ming's face even more terrifying.
On the other hand, Mu Qingyun still had a peaceful smile on his face, "Don't worry, even if your brother becomes a walking corpse, I will still abide by his will and protect you."
Tang Rou turned her head and didn't know how to answer, but this also meant that she did not choose to refuse.
Mu Qingyun gently patted her shoulder and comforted her: "Don't worry, this matter will be resolved soon."
Then he said to the headmaster: "Master headmaster, the Tang Ming in front of you is just a puppet resurrected by Canglan Holy Land using forbidden techniques. His purpose is to seize the immortal sword."
"I also hope that several sect masters can work together to take down this puppet and find a way to free it, so as to prevent the disciples of our sect from suffering again."
The Holy Son's remarks made everyone hesitate.
"This Saint of Canglan Holy Land is so vicious that she even used forbidden magic."
"In order to seize the sword from the Holy Land of Sword Dao, I really didn't even have the courage to show my face."
Such hateful remarks made Jiang Hanyi's cheeks turn livid with anger. She did not expect that the people watching would listen to such ridiculous remarks.
"What are you talking about?" Tang Ming's expression instantly became furious. He picked up the blood sword in his hand and immediately raised it violently.
The sword blade points to the opponent's head.
"Qiang!"
Tang Ming struck out with all his strength, but was blocked by Mu Qingyun.
"You are too weak. You who are in the realm of Tongmai are still unable to shake me." Mu Qingyun said calmly.
However, Tang Ming ignored him and looked at Tang Rou.
"I don't know what this bastard said to you, but have you even forgotten your brother's face?"
Tang Rou looked at his venomous face and couldn't help but turn her gaze away, her tone choked with sobs.
"My brother wouldn't look at me with those eyes."
Obviously, Tang Rou believed what Mu Qingyun told her.
This sentence also hit Tang Ming instantly. His sister, whom he depended on for life, was unwilling to believe in him. Instead, she believed in an outsider whom she had only known for a few days.
"What medicine did you give her?" Tang Ming looked at him angrily with red eyes.
There was a bit of a sneer on Mu Qingyun's lips, "I didn't do anything, it's just that she wanted to believe in me, not you, the so-called brother."
The sarcastic sneer made Tang Ming's anger grow even higher.
"I want you to die!"
The Qinglian spiritual energy in his body was running wildly, and a sword energy that rivaled Zhu Yuan's cultivation level was instantly slashed out.
Looking at this fierce sword energy, the contempt in Mu Qingyun's eyes was still strong.
Just raising the Qinglian Fairy Sword casually, it was easily chopped into pieces.
"Qiang!"
The bloody sword energy split into pieces and exploded with a powerful thrust, causing Tang Ming's figure to retreat dozens of steps.
After regaining his balance, Tang Ming's eyes were still full of anger.
Just when he raised the blood sword again and was about to take action, a majestic spiritual power in the sky instantly imprisoned him.
The person who took action was none other than the head coach Fang Chutian.
"Tang Ming, if you don't surrender, we will be captured. If not, you will be killed!"
Tang Ming, who was unwilling to accept anything, looked up to the sky and roared angrily.
"You want me to surrender, you are delusional."
Wan Chutian looked at such a stubborn boy, with a flash of suddenness in his eyes.
"It seems that if I don't teach you a lesson, you don't know what it means to not shed tears until you see the coffin!"
As soon as he finished speaking, invisible pressure came over him, intending to force Tang Ming to kneel down.
Feeling the pressure of the tens of thousands of kilograms of weight on his body, Tang Ming gritted his teeth and struggled to hold on, and the bones in his body began to creak.
The pressure of the Huaxuan monks cannot be resisted by monks in the Tongmai realm.
Even Tang Ming couldn't survive it.
"Plop!"
Tang Ming knelt on one knee and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Seeing that Tang Ming was already traumatized, Jiang Hanyi quickly said: "Master Wan, this matter is just a conflict between juniors like us, why do you need to intervene?"
"As long as you hold your hand high, I can agree to whatever you ask for."
Wan Chutian coldly snorted: "If I ask you, Jiang Hanyi, to marry into the Holy Land of Sword Dao, will you agree?"
Hearing this, Jiang Hanyi's face suddenly condensed. She might not have expected that Wan Chutian would propose such a condition.
Looking at Tang Ming, who was already seriously injured, she understood that there was no room for negotiation.
After some thought, he covered his veil, revealing his beautiful face.
Those eyes were as clear as Dongting Lake, shining with pure white light. The straight bridge of the nose complemented the soft cheeks, and the ruddy and small Zhuihun was like a fresh and dripping cherry.
Everyone can guess that under that gauze, there must be a beautiful face. Now that I see it, it is really stunning.
"So beautiful. I didn't expect Saint Canglan to be known as the most beautiful woman in the world."
"But it's a pity that such a beauty will become a forbidden beauty in the Holy Land of Swordsmanship."
Facing the attention of all the monks in the Holy Land of Sword Dao.
Jiang Hanyi could only kneel down on one knee and plead.
"I am willing to marry the Holy Land of Swordsmanship, and I hope Master Wan can keep his word and let us go."
