Zhao Qingqiu's gaze had already been filled by the person in front of him, and there was nothing else. She was tense and relaxed, and after seeing that he was safe, she relaxed. She then reacted again, this damn worrying master seemed to be cultivated, and several unspeakable emotions were intertwined in her heart, and for a while her heart was in turmoil, and tears came out of her eyes.

As if he was afraid that his blood-stained face would be seen by the master, Zhao Qingqiu covered his red face with both hands in a panic. I don't know if it's blood red, or blushing.

"Don't cry, don't cry, if you cry, you won't be chic and handsome......"

Mo Haoqiong chuckled and looked at a certain disciple who looked like a small beast, and his tone was quite gentle.

The index finger of the right hand is lightly touched on the relics floating in the air wrapped by the wolf at the tail of the pen, and the brush is like an arm swing, moving the relics over.

The relics weigh 10,000 catties, but under the consignment of the brush, which looks very simple, it seems to be like an extremely ordinary bead.

Seeing that the relics were about to be held in Mo Haoqiong's hands, Wu Xun, who seemed to be dead lying in a pool of blood, flew over like lightning and swallowed the relics in everyone's eyes!

The leader was the first to react, and without saying a word, he strode like an eagle pecked and swung his fist and instantly attacked the forehead of Wu Xun, who was stunned in place after taking the relics.

"I ...... Go!"

A tingling sensation came from the leader's left fist from the whole body, and the leader involuntarily shook his hand and then kicked back suddenly, this punch no longer directly knocked Wu Xun away like just now, but it was like hitting an unshakable iron tree. The shock was particularly strong, and it actually fluctuated to the leader's whole body, and a fishy sweetness surged up his throat. The leader bit his lip and held it back without spitting it out.

And Mo Haoqiong's reaction was not slow, he held the brush in an instant, and the wolf danced wantonly in mid-air, as if there was paper in the air, taking over every ink mark spilled out by the brush.

In an instant, the brush was finished, and Mo Haoqiong held the pen to the word and pointed towards Wu Xun.

"Seal!"

The corner of Mo Haoqiong's mouth couldn't help but ooze a line of blood.

The words printed in mid-air suddenly increased, and each stroke seemed to carry its own life, shooting endlessly towards Wu Xun, who had been wrapped in dirty blood from all directions.

The ink marks actually had a faint hint of an indescribable aura that was unparalleled in the world, but after all, it was too little. In the face of the huge and filthy amount of black blood, the power of repression has become weaker and weaker.

"Force me to take this Lingtai Neidan, and cause me to give up my thirty years of hard work......"

Wu Xun's dry voice was like pushing the old wooden door, but the momentum of the rising was extremely terrifying.

"All have to die!"

The ink marks were completely shattered, the blood surged upward, and the manic top broke through the ceiling and rushed to the sky!

Mo Haoqiong stared at Wu Xun, who was already invincible at this time, his chest surged, a mouthful of warm blood spit out involuntarily, and he took three steps back.

"Six Realms Cultivation for ......"

Yang Zhuhai looked at the blood color that was about to soar into the sky, and his dark gray pupils had shrunk to a little. His legs trembled, but he didn't kneel down after all.

The brocade of the costume behind Wu Xun seemed to be torn by his hands, and four tentacles nearly five feet long pierced through the flesh and blood of Wu Xun's back, with the unparalleled power of everyone present, it was very disgusting, but it was extremely terrifying!

The four tentacles are like murderous demons, and they slam out!

But in the face of such a terrifying demon, the man was fearless.

Although Lu Dart was wearing a dart suit, he seemed to have reproduced his iron-bodied Arhat posture. He muttered supreme Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, and the golden light of the long knife in his right hand never faded.

Raise your knife.

Mo Haoqiong and Yang Zhuai sighed softly.

Chop!

The golden light blooms, as if all the lives of a person are displayed at this moment, just for the common people to eliminate harm!

After the sword, the light dissipated, and the real man who had given everything fell to the ground with a smile.

The blood-colored tentacles of the demons of the six realms were immediately broken!

Yang Chukuai squeezed his right hand tightly and bit his lip tightly.

He didn't have a knife......

His sword had been lost to help the Buddha who had gone.

He fell to his knees. He doesn't kneel for demons, he kneels for his friends.

The blood-colored tentacle that was cut off was actually consumed by the vast Buddha sound, leaving not a single trace.

And at this time, Wu Xun, who was like a stone sculpture, was stunned, this move was the stunt corpse king hand of his martial arts corpse king body, but the tentacles that contained the blood color and internal force that he had accumulated for more than 30 years were actually beheaded by a waste of the second realm!

The remaining three tentacles were even more frantic, and they threw themselves into the hall where there was still the strength to fight.

Mo Haoqiong, leader, and ...... Yang catches quickly!

Mo Haoqiong holds the pen and splashes ink, and the ruler brush is like a sword in his hand, his body is smart, and his face seems to be at ease and leisurely and touches the tentacles back and forth, with the unique elegance of the sword valley footwork wind and snow tour.

The leader tilted his head and took a mouthful of bloody saliva, reached out and pulled a fat merchant nearest him from his seat roughly, and raised the chair to touch the tentacles wildly.

The last tentacle slammed into Yang Yukuai, who was kneeling on the ground unarmed and bowing his head without saying a word.

Yang Zhukuai ignored the approaching tentacles, with a frank but resolute bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.

surnamed Lu, Lao Tzu came down to accompany you, on Huangquan Road, don't say that Lao Tzu is not righteous enough!

The tentacles are approaching, and they want to penetrate Yang Zhukuai, who is looking at death as if he were at home at this time.

Tremble in the balance.

It seems to come from outside the sky, light and light, but it is like Huang Zhongdalu's coquettish shout.

"It's snowing and it's sunny!"

Everything froze.

The ink and blood froze in mid-air, and the tentacles and wooden chairs had just touched each other.

There is stability, there is confusion, and all the expressions are fixed together.

I don't know how far away.

I don't know if it's beyond the mysteries.

A short sword that was only the size of an index finger and had a pale purple body struck quickly, and the power of sealing the heavens and the earth was completely condensed in this short sword!

In that instant, this dazzling short sword swept across the meadows, rockeries, remnants, darkness, and everything with an extremely cold aura!

The short sword breaks through the air, and the remnants of the snow are gorgeous.

Straight into the hall, nothing stands in the way.

Wu Xun's iron-like throat bloomed with an ice bloom.

Time doesn't seem to have flowed yet.

A girl in a wide robe with long hair sprinkled on the ground seemed to flash from the sky, and her right index finger lightly tapped the short sword.

It's all over.

The dust settled.

Time flows.

Wu Xun fell silently into the blood and died completely.

The tentacle was only an inch away from Yang Yukuai's chest, and it fell suddenly.

Yang caught the rest of his life after the catastrophe, but he didn't know whether he was sad or happy, and he still squeezed out a miserable smile after all.

Everyone in the hall didn't seem to react yet.

Zhao Qingqiu's fingers covering his face quietly forked open, and he saw Song Moyan who seemed to be a heavenly maiden.

The face carved in pink, the clever body of the robe, and the long hair.

Even in the filth of the ground, she was still spotless, like a green lotus in the mud.

At that moment, no one dared to look directly at her peerless elegance.

Sect Master of the Sword Valley Qi Sect.

Cultivated as a realm of real people on the Nine Realms Spirit Platform.

Thirty-third on the world's list.

Xuanshuang Sword, Song Moyan!