"The one who takes your life!"
Tang Ming's cold voice sounded slowly, and he walked step by step with the sword in hand.
At this moment, he has only one purpose, and that is to massacre the entire Sword Dao Holy Land.
Since there is no justice in the world, why expect others to uphold justice?
Looking at the murderous god walking towards him, Mu Qingyun's eyes were full of fear, and tears flowed out of his eyes unsatisfactorily. He might never have imagined that as a noble son of a saint, he would actually fall to this level.
The monks who were watching on the mountain couldn't help but sigh.
"It seems that this Holy Son is going to die here today."
After hearing this, Wan Chutian, who was at the top, could no longer lose his face. If the Holy Son died here, then the entire Sword Dao Holy Land would become a laughing stock.
He stood up immediately and said in a majestic voice, "Tang Ming, if you don't stop, are you trying to offend the entire Sword Dao Holy Land?"
"Are you threatening me?" Tang Ming looked coldly, his blood-red eyes devoid of any emotion.
"Is it possible that you are not afraid of death?" Wan Chutian said coldly.
As the leader of the Holy Land of Swordsmanship, Wan Chutian cannot lose his identity in front of so many monks. Even though he is furious in his heart, he can only preach verbally now.
At this moment, Tang Ming was too lazy to pay attention. After all, his consciousness was now controlled by Zhili.
He continued to walk away, pointing the sword blade at Mu Qingyun's throat. With just a slight movement, he could take his life.
"Wait a minute!" Wan Chutian suddenly shouted.
He was afraid that if he shouted a second too late, his beloved disciple would die.
"As long as you let Mu Qingyun go, I can agree to it no matter what the conditions are."
Tang Ming, who stopped on the spot, just sneered, but still didn't pay attention. Instead, he looked at the two people lying in a pool of blood.
When Mu Qingyun, who was covered in blood, saw the cold blade in front of him, the desire to survive in his mind prompted him to desperately escape. Even if he could only lie on the ground and crawl with his hands, he would seize any chance of survival.
"I can't die..."
"I am the Holy Son, how could I die in this place..."
Mu Qingyun clasped one hand on the floor and scratched a deep mark. Just to be able to drag his body, he had to use all his strength with every crawling step.
Tang Ming, who was standing behind him, seemed to be watching an ant grabbing the last straw and desperately seeking a way out.
Tang Ming did not choose to continue chasing, but turned around and came to Tang Rou. Although the original sword attack avoided the vital point, it still caused a lot of trauma to this silly girl.
He said helplessly: "I'm sorry for getting you involved."
After all, he also saw the relationship between the two brothers and sisters.
If you hesitate, there may be changes. Now that Mu Qingyun has no ability to move, he can take his life anytime and anywhere.
Right now, the most important thing is to repair Tang Rou's injury.
While repairing her wounds, she unexpectedly discovered something strange. The organs that had been damaged by the sword energy actually repaired themselves.
Even if you don't use Qinglian's spiritual energy to repair it, if this trend continues, the injury will automatically recover.
"It seems that you two brothers and sisters still have a lot of secrets."
At this moment, Mu Qingyun has climbed to the edge of the sword tower's restriction and is about to meet the elders of the Sword Dao Holy Land.
But as everyone knows, this is just the fun Zhili enjoys when killing people.
What he loves most is to kill other people's hope of living.
There is no pain that can compare to the despair of being about to escape from the abyss, only to fall into the glacier again.
I saw Mu Qingyun dragging his body and climbing towards the mountain peak little by little. As long as he breaks away from the seal of the sword tower, countless elders will come to help him. In this way, no matter how powerful Tang Ming is now, he will not be able to defeat him. He has a foundation that has lasted for thousands of years in the Holy Land of Swordsmanship.
When he was about to reach out and touch the outside of the sword tower, a cold smile was already on his face. He swore that as long as he could escape from here, he would destroy Tang Ming's bones and raise his ashes.
Today's humiliation has completely ruined Mu Qingyun's reputation and face. If he cannot avenge this, he will no longer have any status in the holy land of swordsmanship.
"Tang Ming, just wait for me. Sooner or later, I will let you die in my hands."
The moment he was about to leave the sword tower, the smile on his lips grew stronger.
Hahaha, I am finally leaving this place, Tang Ming, just wait for me, I will make you pay the price.
But the next moment, the smile on his lips froze in place.
Because the biting murderous intention of the cold wind behind him has quietly arrived.
"Haven't you climbed enough yet?" Tang Ming sneered.
The cold voice in his ears instantly made Mu Qingyun tremble.
He remembered clearly that the headmaster was still negotiating terms with him, so why did it come to him in the blink of an eye? Could it be that he didn't care at all about what the headmaster said?
Before he could figure out Tang Ming's sudden change in temperament, a bloody sword blade instantly pierced his thigh.
"ah!"
A miserable scream sounded.
Mu Qingyun, who felt the severe pain, had an even more painful expression on his face.
However, Tang Ming's execution didn't seem to be over yet. He continued to aim the sword blade at a thigh, and then stabbed it again.
The painful wails sounded again, even more brutal than the previous cries.
But Tang Ming, who made this series of actions, did not show any emotion at all. There was even a faint smile on his lips. It was obvious that he was enjoying his role as the executioner.
The elders standing outside the confines of the sword tower looked at this scene, their faces became gloomy with anger, and some even cursed in anger.
"Tang Ming, you bastard, the Holy Land of Sword Dao is willing to take you in, is this how you repay?"
Tang Ming, who raised his sword, only glanced at the elders outside the restriction, and then continued to pierce Mu Qingyun's shoulder with the sword.
Mu Qingyun, who was originally struggling wildly, now gradually lost the strength to struggle due to excessive blood loss.
Seeing the miserable state of the Holy Son, Wan Chutian finally couldn't help but explode, but the so-called face decided to take action.
"Tang Ming, I will kill you here no matter what you say today."
As soon as the words fell, Wan Chutian burst out with powerful pressure and came through the air.
"Lift the sword tower restriction!"
"But..." The expressions of several elders also changed slightly.
The prohibition of the sword tower was originally an inherited seal, and its purpose was to prevent the wandering souls inside from escaping from the Holy Land, otherwise it would cause chaos.
"Don't you understand? Lift the restriction!" Wan Chutian roared suddenly.
Seeing the headmaster's words, several elders also hurriedly cast spells to lift the restrictions on the sword tower.
With the infusion of several rays of spiritual power, the restrictions of the sword tower began to break quietly.
The so-called cultivation limitations also disappeared in an instant.
"Bang!"
A shattering sound sounded, and the ten thousand-year-old restriction on the sword tower was instantly shattered.
The moment the restriction disappeared, a sword energy full of viciousness rushed into the sword tower accompanied by a figure.
"Tang Ming, this place is your burial place today!"
