Originally, he didn't want to tear his face with the Wu family, so he was very measured in his previous actions and avoided the key points of the two. Who knew that these two people were so fierce and not afraid of death, and if they dragged on like this, they were afraid that Mo Yanhong would be going to make a fortune, so he couldn't care about showing mercy to the Wu family.

His situation is different from Dai Songling, Dai Songling is just a steward hired by the Mo family, and he will regain his freedom as soon as the book arrives, and everything must be thought about for the future. He is a retainer of the Mo family for generations, if he makes the little master unhappy, he doesn't need to say anything at all, Mo Yanhong kills him in anger, he can only accept his fate.

Hearing his order, the faces of the other guards were filled with murderous aura at the same time.

"Don't worry, I haven't seen enough, first play slowly, play until they are exhausted, and then I'll clean them up." Mo Yanhong waved his hand, looked at Mu Cheng and Wu Qiyun with cat-and-mouse eyes, and said with a smile.

Since he was a child, it was the first time for him to suffer such a loss, and even a few of his subordinates had to swallow their anger when their tendons and tendons were broken, and the inexplicable cowardice in the face of Mu Hanyan made him even more ashamed.

Killing Mu Cheng and Wu Qiyun like this is too cheap for them, he has to slowly torture them, slowly humiliate them, and trample them under his feet, only in this way can he vent the hatred in his heart.

Moreover, Mu Hanyan has not shown up now, most of them are afraid of Dai Songling's strength and hide in the house and dare not show his head. Then, in front of him, ravage his subordinates to his heart's content, and let him taste the taste of fear. Maybe seeing his own means, that guy will be so scared that he can't even pee his pants and say not necessarily.

Hehe, yy shivering with Mu Hanyan hiding in the room and peeking out, Mo Yanhong couldn't help laughing.

Listening to his orders, the guards were not in a hurry to kill them, and surrounded Mu Cheng and Wu Qiyun, avoiding the vital point with their long swords, and kept stabbing at the two of them for a moment.

The clothes were soaked with blood unconsciously, and the strength in the body was also rapidly consumed, Mu Cheng and Wu Qiyun were both pale in the face, and the hands holding the sword were becoming weaker and weaker, and the numb legs seemed to no longer belong to them, and they were constantly trembling.

Mu Hanyan has not come out yet, and he has definitely not been able to survive the crisis, but Yan Yuchu has not shown up for a long time, and it is likely that he is also on the verge of breaking through.

Alas, how could they be so coincidental that the two of them suddenly reached the breakthrough bottleneck at the same time? Mu Cheng and Wu Qiyun secretly complained, but they couldn't help but insist desperately.

In front of him, the sword light flashed suddenly. The guards on the opposite side probably overestimated Wu Qiyun's state at this time, and stabbed towards his heart vein. This sword is not fast, and the strength is not great, according to the previous situation, Wu Qiyun could have blocked it, but the two of them have been fighting for so long, and they are already at the end of the crossbow, and their consciousness is a little blurred.

Seeing the sword that stabbed at his vital point, Wu Qiyun didn't react.

"Be careful. Mu Cheng forcibly raised a trace of strength, and knocked Wu Qiyun out with one step. And the sword blade that was supposed to be stabbing at the vital point of Wu Qi's heart also stabbed into his shoulder.

"Chok!" the long sword fell to the ground, and Mu Cheng stumbled and fell to the ground.

And Wu Qiyun was knocked away by him and never got up again.

Both of them had exhausted their best and exhausted the last ounce of strength in their bodies.

"I thought you would last a long time, it's really disappointing that you can't get up so quickly. Mo Yanhong walked forward, smiling, and stepped on Mu Cheng's injured shoulder.

With all his energy, blood spurted out like a fountain.