The sword is like silk.

This is the second level of the artistic conception of the sword, and many sword cultivators may not be able to comprehend it for a lifetime or a lifetime.

Tang Qing used a knife.

Knives also have knife intent.

He has used the knife for more than 30 years, and only now has he realized the first weight of the knife intent, and the knife is accidentally released, and there is still a long way to go from the second heavy knife intent.

This young man is a monster!

After all, Tang Qing was trained from the battlefield, and he had a lot of life-saving skills, and when he saw that he was about to be beheaded, his body suddenly tilted ninety degrees, and he could avoid Mo Yan's sword.

And yet—

The helmet on his head, which represented the glory of the general, and the red tassel on the helmet, were all shaved off by Mo Yan's sword.

The overflowing sword qi even grazed the top of his head, and even his hair bun was shaved off against his scalp, and his hairstyle became a very ugly Mediterranean hairstyle, and the long hair around him hung down like a madman, and part of it stuck to his sweaty face, so he was not embarrassed.

Seeing this, Mo Yan's eyes flashed with disappointment.

failed to take Donald Dog's head with a sword, which made him have a sense of defense, and it would be difficult to use this supreme sword containing "sword intent like silk" to take his life.

That's right, from the very beginning, he didn't spare a hand.

He used the strongest killer move.

"Who the hell are you?"

After Tang Qing leaned forward, he rolled on the spot, and when he stood up again, he was already covered in grief, where was there still a little bit of majesty on weekdays?

Even the escape action of rolling in the mud was done.

An old face, it's really lost to the edge.

"This hero, Tang has never offended you in the past, why do you want to be such a killer?"

Tang Qing has already coaxed.

Don't dare to fight hard with Mo Yan.

His heavy sword was broken, and he couldn't use the sword technique, only the family heirloom body technique could be used, but the body technique was mainly heavy on defense, and the attack was too poor to resist the opponent's terrible thunder and exquisite swordsmanship.

"Yunshen Medical Hall is not something you can move."

Mo Yan's voice was hoarse, his own timbre was not like this, he did it on purpose, not only wearing a mask to hide his appearance, but also undergoing voice change treatment.

He has been sending people to hide and protect near the medical hall.

Whether it is Miss Seven or the nurse, they are all people he cares about very much.

The person he sent was definitely not as good as himself, and he couldn't beat Tang Qing, but he could use a unique method to communicate himself as soon as possible.

When he learned that the crown prince Chu Lanzhou had arrived at the hospital, he was already vigilant.

Sure enough, not long after, there was bad news that Tang Qing and the forbidden army had surrounded the medical hall.

God knows, the moment he heard the news, he was cold, the blood vessels in his body almost burst, the whole person was filled with unspeakable anger, and the worry and panic in his heart almost cut off his breathing.

Tang Qing!

Tang Qing!!

Tang Qing!!

In my mind, what comes to mind repeatedly is the name of these two bloods.

Even when he was five years old, he was shot by Tang Qing in the chest and had to jump off the cliff, he was never so angry.

He's going to kill this thief!

He's going to protect them!

He wants revenge!

So, here he comes.

With unprecedented speed, almost at the cost of burning spiritual power.

Mo Yan's eyes swept a touch of scarlet, and he held the sword in one hand, and the sword shadow was pervasive, forming a fan-shaped light and shadow in front of him, and dozens of sword qi couldn't distinguish between the virtual and the real, and attacked again.

The armor on Tang Qing's body was cut into pieces.