"Doesn't this guy have no limits?" Mu Qingyun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a cold look in his eyes.
Due to the indiscriminate bombardment just now, his body is now in tatters, and the original injuries are now starting to overflow with blood. Obviously, even with the blood dust sword protecting his body, it has now exceeded the critical point.
"Stop fighting this person. Your body is almost at its limit now. Even if I help you control the blood spillage, you are still a mortal body after all. If your injuries are not treated in time, your life will still be in danger. ." Xuechen's worried voice sounded.
Even though Mu Qingyun has not suffered any serious injuries now, the injuries on his body are really caused by Tang Ming's swords. If he continues to fight, he will be injured.
If the damaged blood vessels cannot be protected, they will completely collapse. By then, even if all the resources of the Sword Dao Holy Land are used, it may not be possible to repair the injuries.
Wan Chutian's order has been issued, and the surrounding disciples have fled in all directions.
Mu Qingyun is now alone. If Tang Ming were to stay, there would be no possibility of escaping.
Although the hatred in his heart drove him to continue fighting, his reason told him that if he didn't leave now, he might not have a chance.
"This battle is here first. I will kill you with my own hands next time I get the chance!"
He transferred his spiritual power and immediately floated into the air, heading towards the direction where countless disciples were fleeing.
"Want to run?"
When Tang Ming saw Mu Qingyun leaving, his face suddenly condensed.
Immediately he raised the fairy sword in his hand and swung it with all his strength. The green sword body immediately rushed towards the vital point behind the opponent at an extremely fast speed.
"call out!"
There was an explosive sound in the air, and the sword blade approaching the speed of sound stabbed his back.
Mu Qingyun, who was escaping, also noticed the danger coming. He turned around and saw that the green sword tip had appeared in front of his field of vision, heading straight for his vitals.
Seeing the fatal attack coming, Mu Qingyun had no time to use his spiritual power to resist, and could only block the blood-dust sword in front of him.
"Qiang!"
The two sword blades collided, making a crisp sword cry.
The powerful force even shook the blood-dust sword in Mu Qingyun's hand.
The remaining force penetrated directly into his shoulder, knocking him to the ground from mid-air.
"Plop!"
The figure fell to the ground. The moment Mu Qingyun let go of the Bloody Sword, the original injured wound began to bleed continuously. When he felt the severe pain coming from his body, he immediately walked towards the direction where the Bloody Sword fell.
"Xuechen... help me stop the wound!"
With staggering steps, Mu Qingyun dragged the blood on his body and started to move forward, leaving blood marks under his feet.
Tang Ming also noticed something strange. When he looked at the wounds on his body that were bleeding like crazy, he suddenly realized it.
"It turns out that the wound was stopped by the ability of the blood sword."
After knowing the trick, Tang Ming immediately set out to seize the blood sword first.
Both of them walked towards the bloody sword stuck in the ground, just to snatch it away one step faster than the other.
Mu Qingyun knew that if the blood sword was taken away, he would never have a chance to live again.
Tang Ming knew that if the opponent took away the blood sword, the threat would be even greater in the future.
Both sides have reasons for snatching the Blood Sword.
"Crack!"
Both palms were tightly grasped on the hilt of the blood dust sword.
And the moment Tang Ming touched it, memories like a flood poured into his mind.
That was the memory of the Blood Dust Sword before it was sealed in the Netherworld Ancient Land.
The fragments of memory flickered like time rewinding, letting Tang Ming know about the realm and the existence of other worlds.
But before he could completely digest everything in this memory, Mu Qingyun's boxer was already swinging.
"Release your hands!"
He swung his fist and hit Tang Ming hard on the cheek.
"boom!"
After being hit hard, Tang Ming's mind went blank. He only felt a buzzing in his ears, but even though he was punched first by the opponent, he still didn't let go of his hand.
Biting the tip of his tongue, the severe pain stimulated the nerves, causing him to briefly wake up.
After spitting out the blood from the corner of his mouth, he saw Mu Qingyun raising his fist again to take action.
But this time, Tang Ming didn't hesitate at all and took the lead, hitting the opponent's chin with his hard fist.
"Snapped!"
This blow caused Mu Qingyun's pupils to dilate, his consciousness collapsed instantly, and his body suddenly fell on his back.
"Plop!"
Mu Qingyun fell to the ground like a stiff insect, still holding the sword hilt with his palm and refusing to let go.
"It's really stubborn..."
Seeing that the other party refused to let go, Tang Ming immediately stretched out his hands to push his fingers away one by one.
But just as he took action, his perception suddenly sensed danger.
Just when I was stunned.
A bright knife suddenly swung out from Mu Qingyun's hidden left hand.
The distance between the two sides was less than a few feet. Even if Tang Ming could detect it, it was impossible to avoid it.
"Pfft!"
The small blade stabbed Tang Ming in the abdomen.
The severe pain made him cover the wound and subconsciously take a few steps back.
But it was this retreat that gave the unconscious Mu Qingyun a chance to breathe.
He pulled out the blood dust sword again and pointed the blade at Tang Ming again.
"You still lack fighting qualities. You shouldn't take away the blood sword at this time, but you should kill me first..."
"Ahem..." Tang Ming coughed up blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes began to wander.
When he saw that the wound was gradually showing signs of festering, a hint of coldness flashed at the corner of his mouth, "It really suits your sinister and cunning character..."
Mu Qingyun suddenly laughed wildly, with a lonely look in his eyes.
"Hahaha... If you want to achieve an extraordinary career, of course you have to use extraordinary means. People like you who have been born rich certainly don't understand how I, an orphan who once depended on others, must work so hard to achieve something extraordinary. We’ve come this far!”
At this point, Mu Qingyun's smile stopped abruptly, "You don't think that your own life is the most painful, right? Before I was ten years old, I grew up eating hundreds of meals, and I still have those countless pairs of eyes. So far it’s vivid in my mind.”
"Even a bite of meat is enough to make me laugh for a whole day. I thought I could barely survive in such a life even if it was a bit hard, but until I saw my half-brother serving me a lot of food and fish every day, Only then did I know what a truly good life is.”
Hearing this, Mu Qingyun also showed a hesitant look. He originally thought that this holy son was a disciple of a noble family, but he did not expect that he had such a past.
"So you will do whatever it takes to get that so-called good life?" Tang Ming said coldly.
Mu Qingyun chuckled, "Of course not, I just don't want to see others living a good life!"
Such an insidious character really made Tang Ming snort.
"You don't want to be kind to others, you poor person, you also have something to be disgusted with."
After that, he stretched out his palm and summoned the Qinglian Fairy Sword to his side again.
"Since you have always wanted to live a good life, let me send you down there and live a good life for the rest of your life!"
