"Winner, Mo ......"

"Wait!" a voice sounded, full of banter.

Everyone turned their heads to look over, and there was a person in the audience, dressed in black, with a black hat covering his face.

There was a long sword in his hand, resting it around the neck of a little unconscious girl.

"Qing'er!"

Mo Jun's eyes were about to split, a wave of reverse blood surged up, and his eyes were blood-red.

"Let go—let go—her!"

These three words seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, and the qi and blood on Mo Jun's body unconsciously emerged, and his momentum was rising steadily, making the elder beside him a little frightened.

"Jump off and cut yourself!"

The man in black liked to see Mo Jun so angry, but he couldn't help it, and his voice was lazy: "Otherwise, she will die!"

"Stand down!"

Du Shaoqing, Bai Liang and the others quietly touched the back of the man in black, and Chen Qiuluo, who had just arrived, also slowly touched the side of the man in black, but was stopped by many disciples of Biyue Hall, and scolded loudly: "Are you trying to kill that little girl?!"

The people of Biyue Hall seemed to be thinking about Mo Jun and surrounded the man in black, but in fact, they were protecting him and preventing Du Shaoqing from rescuing them.

"Biyuetang!"

Du Shaoqing gritted his teeth and knew what was going on.

Mo Jun killed Song Qingyu, an important person in Biyue Hall, in the barren forest, and they didn't know where they knew, so they kidnapped Mo Jun's sister and took the opportunity to take revenge!

"You don't care about these?"

Mo Jun suppressed his anger vigorously and looked at the indifferent referee elder on the side.

"The things on the stage are under my control, and the things off the stage are not within my responsibility!"

"Good!"

Without too many words, Mo Jun turned around and looked at the disciples of the torture hall who were controlling the order in the audience, led by Lan Hao, who was looking at Mo Jun with a sneer on his face at the moment.

Seeing Mo Jun turn his head to look at himself, his voice was leisurely, hanging high,

"The order of the sect is still good, this matter is a personal grudge, and the torture hall will not interfere. ”

"Mojun, do you hear it, this is a personal grudge, the sect will not interfere, which foreign aid do you want to find?!"

The black-clothed man and the Biyue Hall disciples behind him were all like watching a play, looking at Mo Jun weak and helpless, and they were in a very comfortable mood.

"I asked them, not for anything else, but for ......"

Mo Jun's skyrocketing exploded, a huge pit appeared in the arena, Mo Jun's body was like a golden peng spreading his wings, and he didn't even breathe, so he rushed to the front of the man in black, crushed his wrist with one hand, and the long sword fell to the ground.

"I'm afraid they'll save you!"

The man in black was drenched in cold sweat, and the remaining palm was in the shape of an eagle's claw, and the black nails were exposed, directly towards Mojun's neck.

"Click!"

There was another crunch, and one of his arms was shattered!

Mo Jun hugged the unconscious Qing'er and kicked it out, directly causing the man in black to kneel on the ground at once.

The bluestone cracked, and the legs of the man in black were crippled.

"Good—so fast!"

The people at the scene didn't expect Mojun to be so domineering and brave, and snatched Qing'er directly from the man in black, and controlled the situation in a few breaths.

"Say, who sent you?!"

After Mo Jun was sure that Qing'er was fine, he used the long sword dropped by the man in black to provoke his chin.

"It's your uncle, I'm willing to come!"

Mo Jun nodded, and then his eyes were blood-red, and he cut off his arm with a sword!

Blood splattered, and arms fell into the distance.

"Ahh

The man in black could not move his limbs, and now his arm was also cut off, and he could only bear the pain.

"Say it or not?!"

"You have the ability to kill me!"

Mo Jun's voice was cold, and he said slowly: "It's still a long time, I'm not in a hurry." ”

The other arm of the man in black was also cut off by Mo Jun immediately!

"This Mojun is really ruthless!"

"It's crazy!"

"It's so cruel, who do you think provoked this madman!"

"Mo Jun," Lan Hao, a disciple of the Torture Hall on the side, had a somewhat ugly face, but he still had a smile on his face, and said with some embarrassment: "Mo Jun, we are the best at interrogating people, hand over the man in black to us, and we will give you a satisfactory answer." ”

"Shameless!"

Not only did Du Shaoqing and the others scold, but even their onlookers showed a sneer.

I hand over the man in black to you, and I'm afraid he will be gone.

As for the man behind him, he may only be a scapegoat for a random person you are looking for!

So did the torture hall participate in this matter?

This is intriguing.

Mo Jun's voice was faint, looking at Lan Hao, who was constantly dodging his eyes: "Didn't Guitang say that this is my personal matter, why do you want to meddle?!"

"This ......"

Lan Hao suddenly wanted to slap himself in the mouth, which was really a snake and increased the suspicion of others, and at this moment, he was hesitant and wanted to turn around and run away.

"Get out!"

Mo Jun's voice was like a beast's roar, which actually scared Lan Hao to the point of paralysis, and he disappeared in the crowd, never daring to intervene again.

"Say!"

Mo Jun's blood-red eyes pierced the heart of the man in black, pain and fear surrounded him, and his consciousness gradually became chaotic.

"I am ......"

Scold!

A poisonous needle with a thin hair shot directly at the man in black, wanting to kill his mouth!

Mo Jun raised his hand, and the poison needle, which was originally extremely fast, became extremely slow under the influence of Mo Jun, and with a "click", it was directly pinched off by Mo Jun!

A figure hidden in the darkness in a corner, his pupils constricted, and the poisonous needle was issued by him, which would definitely be able to pierce the cracked stone, but now it was easily broken by Mo Jun, and not even a small wound was left!

Mo Jun felt something, and looked back at the corner, but there was no one.

"I'll kill you later!"

Bite!

Mo Jun threw the poison in his hand in front of the man in black, and his voice was cold: "You handed over your life, and now your companions are not only watching from the sidelines, but even killing you,"

"These are the results you want?!"

Mo Jun looked at his uncertain face, suddenly lowered his body, and whispered in his ear: "If I'm not mistaken, you are Zhang Qiu of Biyue Hall,"

"Don't deny it first, if you admit it loudly, I will only kill you, if you don't admit it, I say I will destroy your nine clans?!"

As if he was struck by thunder, the light in the eyes of the man in black sometimes hesitated, sometimes very spicy, and finally sighed helplessly, and shouted loudly: "I am a disciple of Biyue Hall!"

"This mission is under the command of the hall master!"

"What a gut, you actually slandered me Biyuetang!"

"Kill him and return my Biyuetang innocence!"

"Despicable villain, you dare to divide us!"

The Biyue Hall disciples behind the black-clothed man had gloomy faces, they really didn't expect that Zhang Qiu would betray them!

Although it is far from the script, but they don't admit it and kill him, then Mojun can't do anything to them!

"Ding!"

Mo Jun stood there, and with just one blow, he repelled all the Biyue Hall disciples who were about to kill Zhang Qiu, his voice was indifferent, and he asked him, "Is there any evidence?"

"In my space ring, there is a token to prove my identity, and there is also a crest of the hall master who ordered the killing. ”

It seems that he has completely opened up, and Zhang Qiu said it all in one go.

"Ding Zero Zero!"

Mo Jun opened his space ring, a crescent moon metal token belonging to Biyue Hall, wrapped with a "chapter" word, and a portrait, painted with Qing'er's appearance, a blood-red killing word covered Qing'er's appearance, and in the lower right corner, there was a brand coat of arms belonging to the master of Biyue Hall, three dark green moons!

"Youyue Hall Master, I will destroy your Biyue Hall, I have nothing to say!"

Mo Jun's eyes looked at the figure that had changed positions several times, and the cold voice made him tremble.