Mo Yanhong thought so in his heart, and didn't say anything, he pulled out his long sword and stabbed at Mu Cheng.

The sixth order of the swordsman is still eye-catching in a small place like Cangshan City, but he is really sorry for his reputation as the son of a family in the capital.

If he had changed his usual times, with the actual combat experience gained from fighting with powerful beasts to the death, it would have been easy for Mu Cheng to defeat him, but now that he was covered in bruises, he was about to lose his sword, and Mu Cheng was naturally not an opponent.

The sword light flashed, and the long sword that Mu Cheng barely raised was knocked away by Mo Yanhong's sword, and the next moment, the cold long sword stabbed into his shoulder again, and it was still the wound just now.

"What a ruthless heart!" Seeing Mo Yanhong's vicious sword, everyone felt a little sympathy for Mu Cheng.

Mu Cheng's whole body trembled in pain, and he didn't even have the sound of moaning and shouting in pain, but he still gritted his teeth and insisted on not falling.

"I thought it was so powerful, but that's it, now you are convinced, as long as you obediently kneel down and beg for mercy, I will let you live. Although Mo Yanhong defeated the enemy with a sword, he also knew that it was not very glorious to defeat a seriously injured opponent, and only by letting Mu Cheng lie in front of him like a dog and beg for mercy could he really regain face, so he said with a cruel smile.

"Phew, you want me to be convinced by this bit of strength, do ...... Dream!" Mu Cheng gasped for breath and gritted his teeth and scolded.

Seeing that Mu Cheng was injured like this and still didn't give in, Mo Yanhong felt even more faceless, the green tendons on his forehead bulged, and the long sword was stirred fiercely.

The sound of "Ka, Ka......" The sound of bones cracking also reached everyone's ears, and blood was sprayed out again.

"Are you convinced?" Mo Yanhong yelled angrily.

"Not convinced. Mu Cheng's face was already distorted in pain, but he still squeezed out two words from between his teeth.

"Okay, okay, I'll see how hard you can be!" Mo Yanhong's eyes flashed with anger, and the long sword also burst into a cloud of silver light, obviously about to hit hard.

"Stop!" shouted the crowd as they couldn't stand it anymore.

Although most of them don't have much cultivation, they have never eaten pork and have seen pigs run, so they still have some knowledge.

Mu Cheng's previous shoulder bone was broken, as long as there was a suitable pill, it could still be cured, but if Mo Yanhong's sword stabbed down, his shoulder bone would definitely be shattered into slag, and it would be completely incurable.

As a swordsman, if you abolish the hand that holds the sword, this life will be completely over, and it will be cruel to kill him.

Putting aside right and wrong, Mu Cheng's unyielding and perseverance have completely convinced them, and no one wants to see him end up like this.

Mo Yanhong will not take these ants in his eyes, and it is impossible to stop because of their words. Seeing that they were actually biased towards Mu Hanyan's side, his heart was even more annoyed, and his eyes were a little thicker.

Seeing that Mo Yanhong was about to abolish Mu Cheng, Wu Qiyun finally raised his last strength, jumped up from the ground and pounced on Mo Yanhong.

"Hmph, there's another one who asks for his own hardships, and it's your turn in a moment. Of course, Mo Yanhong would not put Wu Qiyun at the end of a strong crossbow in his eyes, said viciously, and kicked it over.

This kick was in the chest, Wu Qiyun flew out with a muffled snort, and before he landed, he spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, obviously seriously injured.

If it weren't for Mo Yanhong's little scruples about the Wu family, this kick would have killed him.