Xiao Yu's laughter was not unpleasant, but Ling Yu sounded like a crow barking, speaking of which, this person was the culprit who destroyed him, and those generals who killed people were just acting on orders.

Ling Yu glared at him fiercely, the dignified monarch of a country was so frightened that his feet softened, and he immediately stopped laughing.

But then he became angry again, and shouted to Mu Qing: "Mu Qing, quickly kill this thief for me!"

At this time, the Divine Blade Sword Spirit said again: "The murderer who killed your whole family is right in front of you, don't you want to take revenge?"

"Come and borrow my power, as long as you are willing to accept my power, revenge is at hand!"

Ling Yu was a little shaken, but he also knew that revenge was a matter of time, he could always grow to the point where those enemies looked up to him, and there was no need to rush at this time.

"Yes!"

Mu Qing replied respectfully, then swept towards Ling Yu with a cruel smile, and said with a smile: "I said a long time ago, Ling Feng is just lucky, now seeing that you are such a waste, I feel more and more that I have foresight!"

Ling Yu struggled to get up from the backbone of the palace, because the injury was not light, he had to bend over, but his eyes were still bright, and he said coldly: "Dog offal, you can scold me, if you scold my father again, I will make you pay the price of blood!"

Mu Qing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said, "I want to see why you want me to pay the price of blood!"

Then he glared hard at his triangular eyes, staring straight at Ling Yu, and said word for word: "Ling Feng, it's just a waste!"

Looking at Ling Yu's eyes gradually turning red, Mu Qing's expression was even more proud, he walked towards Ling Yu leisurely, stretched out his index finger and poked him heavily in the chest, Ling Yu's injury hurt, and he stumbled and fell down.

"Look at your appearance! Like a dead dog, you dare to make me pay the price of blood?" Mu Qing's mouth was filled with deep disdain, "Even if I don't scold him, his face will be lost by you!haha!"

Ling Yu's head was against him, and he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but his slightly trembling body showed that his current mood was not as calm as it seemed on the surface.

"Rubbish!" Mu Qing glanced at him and said lightly, "You're just a rebel, what right do you have to cry?"

Ling Yu still didn't raise his head, let alone say a word, but his slightly shrugged shoulders became more intense, and at the same time, his body began to exude a cold temperament.

"Huh," Mu Qing looked at Ling Yu with some puzzlement, "What's going on?"

Apparently he had noticed the cold temperament as well, but he just felt a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't figure out what it was for a while.

"The power of the sword spirit, come!"

Ling Yu's body stopped trembling and stood up after a loud shout, but he was still hunched over, his face facing the ground, and he gasped for air in his mouth.

At this time, the cold temperament on his body had already made Mu Qing feel uneasy.

"It's too late to leave!"

Looking at Mu Qing, who wanted to retreat slowly, Ling Yu said coldly, his voice was hoarse and ugly, far from the previous voice, if he wanted to say it, it was like a voice unique to hell.

Although Mu Qing didn't know what happened to Ling Yu, he was also considered experienced in combat, and after just one glance, he felt that the current Ling Yu was much stronger than just now, and even reached the point of being on par with him, so he immediately shouted: "The sword is coming!"

As soon as he shouted, a long sword of an ancient style flew out of nowhere, there was no scabbard on the sword, and the blade shimmered in the sunlight.

At the same time, Ling Yu launched an offensive. At this time, he had already merged with the Netherworld Divine Blade, and as soon as he stepped on the temple, he flew up, and his moves were no longer fancy, and he directly punched Mu Qing.

Mu Qing saw that his fist was full of blood-red color, full of might, and he didn't dare to underestimate it, so he immediately rounded the long sword and slashed it down from the top of his head.

Clang!

There was a sound above the gold and iron, and everyone below involuntarily covered their ears.

After a while, the long sword in Mu Qing's hand was exaggeratedly bent, like a bridge.

Boom!

The long sword was broken into two sections, and the tip of the sword flew upwards under the force, but the sword body stabbed directly into Ling Yu's throat under the effect of Mu Qing.

Ling Yu spun around in place, turned behind Mu Qing, and slapped his palm on the back.

He didn't want Ling Yu to have python armor to protect himself, and even if he relied on the strength of the Dou King, he didn't wear armor, and his eyes were black and his throat was sweet when he slapped this palm.

However, he was a ruthless man in the end, not to mention that the boss was still watching from below, so he swallowed the blood as soon as possible.

Ling Yu jumped forward, copied the tip of the broken sword in his hand, and immediately shook it hard, and stabbed it towards the emperor's throat like a meteor.

Ling Yu's move was powerful, enough to kill the emperor in an instant, but the shortcomings were also prominent, as long as he sat on the ground, he would not be hurt in the slightest, but Ling Yu's move was too unexpected, Xiao Yu actually stayed in place, watching the tip of the sword pierce away.

Mu Qing was startled and wanted to rush over, but Ling Yu didn't give him a chance, sneered, and threw another punch into his chest.

In a hurry, Rao is Mu Qing had a lot of combat experience, and he didn't have time to make a move, so he had to hold the broken sword with both hands and hold it across his chest, intending to take Ling Yu's punch hard.

With a bang, the fist smashed on top of the broken sword, bending it down.

Mu Qing hurriedly took a few steps back, dissolving part of the power on the broken sword.

The sneer on the corner of Ling Yu's mouth was even worse, and his fists moved like the wind, smashing on the broken sword alternately.

The sound of the broken sword became more and more overwhelming, making people sound sour in their teeth.

More than a dozen punches were smashed, and the broken sword was still not broken, but the degree of bending could not be recovered, and it was bent like a dog's leg.

"It's over!"

There was no expression in Ling Yu's red eyes, but it made people involuntarily want to gasp, and with a cold snort, the raised right fist slammed down again.

The curved broken sword bent a few more points, and Ling Yu's fist smashed into Mu Qing's chest as a result, and a muffled sound came out of his chest.

"Poof!"

This time, Mu Qing couldn't hold back any longer, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and at the same time, his body flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and finally fell to the ground with a bang, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

Emperor Xiao Yu had a frightened look on his face, and while retreating to the Jiaotai Palace, he cried wolf and said, "Escort, escort!" After walking a few steps, the crown on his head fell off.

The queen, who had been supporting him beside her, looked quite calm, but she was also shouting to escort her.

Ling Yu no longer cared about Mu Qing's life or death, nor did he care about the black-armored soldiers who came from all directions, but just walked slowly towards the Jiaotai Hall step by step.

In the eyes of Xiao Ning and Mu Na outside the Jiaotai Palace, it was not a teenager who walked towards him, but a god of death who had just escaped from hell, and they had no doubt that now he could kill them with just a finger.