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Chapter 981 Battle!

The night messenger watched Mu Qingshan rush over with the broken wooden sword, and he was originally nervous, but when he saw the broken sword he was holding in his hand, he suddenly felt a burst of disdain, this old man is tired and crooked, right?

It just so happened that a bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of the Night Emissary's mouth, and the sharp edge of his eyes was revealed, and the blood of human beings was really sweet and delicious.

They floated slowly towards Mu Qingshan, and when Mu Qingshan saw that the opportunity had come, he lifted the wooden sword and slashed at the Night Messenger.

A broken wooden sword, a seriously injured old man, was not worth their attention at all, they didn't even avoid it, and floated straight towards Mu Qingshan, the target was Mu Qingshan's injured abdomen.

Blood has an irresistible attraction to the Nightbringer, just as a drug addict can't refuse a poppy.

Mu Qingshan's broken sword stabbed into the night messenger who floated over.

All the Night Emissaries who were watching this side didn't think that the old man could be lethal, but when the kind of people were hit in the heart and slowly fell, the Night Bringers were furious.

When a seriously wounded old man killed his companion, they were angry and became even stronger.

Mu Zhao was at the end of the strong crossbow, and he couldn't hold on for much time, and now the Night Messenger suddenly became as powerful as if he had taken an aphrodisiac, making Mu Zhao retreat.

Mu Qingshan helped Mu Zhao attract most of the Night Emissary, not only because Mu Qingshan had killed their companions, but also because he attracted the Night Emissary with the smell of blood on his body at any time.

They like blood, and they prefer the blood of people who have spiritual power, which will make them even more cultivated.

Mu Zhao's hands were invincible to four fists, his arms were cut by the nails of the Night One who were as hard as steel, and blood flowed out, and the Night Messenger became even more excited.

Mu Qingshan saw the situation on Mu Zhao's side, and he was anxious, but he couldn't get rid of the shackles of the few night envoys in front of him, and while holding back the night envoys, he was also being restrained.

This made Mu Qingshan suddenly feel powerless, this kind of powerlessness, when his wife died in his early years, he also had the same feeling.

A deep sense of powerlessness.

"Poof...... Mu Zhao's chest was pierced by the hand of the Night Emissary, and the blood in his mouth spurted wildly, and the person hung down weakly, falling backwards.

Grandfather......

Mu Qingshan's eyes widened, his cloudy eyes were moist, and two water marks snaked out of his wrinkled skin: "Ah Zhao......"

"Grandpa...... Yes, I'm sorry......" Mu Zhao muttered intermittently, as he spoke, blood continued to spread outside: "I, I maybe, have to go first......"

He actually had a lot to say, but he didn't have the strength to say it anymore, and his strength, as the blood gradually passed, his eyelids slowly closed heavily.

Feng Mojiang suddenly paused and looked at the gloomy sky that was blood-colored and rising into the sky.

Ye Jiujiu followed Feng Mojiang's side, and when he saw Feng Mojiang stop, he also stopped: "What's wrong?" ”

"I feel the breath of the Nightbringer." Feng Mo Jiang said, and walked directly in the direction of the blood-colored skyrocketing.

"How can there be a Nightbringer here? This is the Yama Temple, doesn't it say that the Yama Hall has no return? How could it be possible to be here with the Night Bringer? Ye Jiujiu asked suspiciously.

Feng Mojiang's eyes were dull, and he spoke for a long time: "If it is the night messenger of the Yama Palace......"