Mo Yufei sat quietly in the ring of fire, and he could hear that this man named Meng Lang actually claimed that the knife in his hand was a Rulai knife. Surprised, I took a look. I saw the knife in Meng Lang's hand: "Compared with the luxurious and shining of the Guanyin sword, the Rulai knife looks simple, vicissitudes, and old." Covered in rust and muddy. The length of the knife is five feet, and the width of the knife is more than two inches. The "Rulai knife" engraved vertically on the knife surface, with three red characters, is eye-catching and abnormal. ”

Mo Yufei couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw this, the Rulai knife in Bao Ren's hand was surprisingly the same as the Rulai knife in the Yang World, on the Yama Hall of his own secluded capital. Even the Guanyin Sword in Li Huangquan's hand is the same as the one that blows blood at the East Gate, and it is exactly the same!

"It's really alive and hell, I can't imagine that in this yin world, there are Guanyin swords and Rulai knives that are exactly the same as those in the yang world. Mo Yufei sighed to himself.

Just as Mo Yufei sighed, Li Huangquan and Meng Lang had already intersected with their swords, and at the same time, they were also using the ghost drifting technique, fighting each other.

In the blink of an eye, the two had fought for thirty rounds.

Although the Guanyin Sword held by Li Huangquan is strong and terrifying, coupled with its sword moves, it is extremely vicious. However, the Rulai knife used by Meng Lang was also clumsy and clever, and he sought change in obtuseness. And the Rulai knife itself, although it seems ordinary, has no power. However, once the blade collided with the Guanyin sword again, it immediately emitted a little spark. After this light flashed, Li Huangquan immediately felt that the hand holding the sword was shocked and insensitive, and he felt a faint pain. On several occasions, when the swords intersected, Li Huangquan was almost shocked to the point that the long sword was out of his hand. Fortunately, he used all his strength, so he barely kept the sword in his hand.

It turned out that the shocking and powerful sword energy and spirituality of the Guanyin Sword were useless when used on the Rulai Knife. As long as the sword swings and fights, the Guanyin sword seems to have immediately turned into an ordinary sword weapon.

After another twenty moves, Li Huangquan had already used all his strength, but he was still gradually declining. Meng Lang's face couldn't help but show a smug look of spring breeze. He calmly attacked Li Huangquan with his sword. Li Huangquan, who was forced to do so, only had the power to parry, and he had no ability to fight back.

Su Xiaoxiao couldn't bear to be trapped by his father-in-law, and hurriedly shouted in a lovely voice: "Meng Lang, you have mercy on your subordinates, don't hurt my father-in-law!"

Meng Lang laughed and said: "Xiaoxiao, if I hadn't blocked your father-in-law's sword, I'm afraid your lover Bao Ren wouldn't even be able to be a ghost, wouldn't you thank me?"

Su Xiaoxiao said: "Of course I want to thank you, but don't hurt my father-in-law, he's also a good ghost!"

Meng Lang sneered and said, "Okay, don't hurt your father-in-law?" It's a trifle. But you have to agree to be my little daughter-in-law......" His knife flashed, and with a pop, the blade had pierced Li Huangquan's right leg. The blade slashed like lightning, and suddenly, a blood stain, hanging with a stain of blood, appeared on Li Huangquan's right leg.

That knows, Li Huangquan is very strong, he didn't cry out in pain, but just scolded Meng Lang loudly: "Obscene embryo! shameless obscene! Look how I clean you up!" His Guanyin sword also followed, and slashed at Meng Lang's waist. Meng Lang didn't dodge, leaned out the Rulai knife, and stepped forward to strike again. Swords intersect. Li Huangquan's ears were buzzing with shock, and the tiger's mouth seemed to be about to break. He pedaled and then took three steps back before he stood still.

Su Xiaoxiao was suffering from not knowing martial arts and couldn't intervene. And Bao Ren originally wanted to help Meng Lang and deal with Li Huangquan, but he was afraid of angering Su Xiaoxiao, so he simply held Su Xiaoxiao's arm tightly, and had to watch dryly, but he didn't help anyone.

Although Li Huangquan was injured in the leg and was in an extremely passive situation, he was strong and resolute, and he still tried his best to make a move, and he hissed and waved the Guanyin sword, like a rain of swords in the sky, attacking Meng Lang like crazy. Meng Lang didn't dare to take it lightly, carefully dismantled the moves, kept the merits, and gradually accumulated the momentum of total victory.

In the ring of fire, Mo Yufei watched the fight between Li and Meng for a while, and was worried in his heart, thinking: "If you don't take this opportunity and find a way to get out, when Li Meng's two ghosts are separated, they will definitely turn their heads and attack this side.

So, Mo Yufei asked Wan Ruoqiu: "Mother, is this man named Meng Lang also a ghost? Why is he holding the Rulai Sword in his hand, but Li Huangquan is holding the Guanyin Sword in his hand? Could it be that they can't steal it from the Yang World?"

Wan Ruoqiu also looked suspicious, and said softly: "Meng Lang is indeed a ghost, as for why Li Huangquan's Guanyin Sword and Meng Lang's Rulai Knife were stolen from the Yang World, I think it is possible, but it is not yet possible to determine." Unless we let the Yama Chair travel back into the Yang World!"

As soon as Mo Yufei heard this, he couldn't help but look dumbly at the Yama chair on the side, he was angry, and he said bluntly with hatred: "Yama chair, you hateful, annoying and hateful guy, why did you somehow get me to this yin world ghost realm, why didn't you take me back to the yang world immediately?

The Yama chair, which was swaying from side to side in the ring of fire like a tumbler, was full of anger when he saw Mo Yufei, as if he was about to explode into a torrent. His swaying body suddenly froze and stopped abruptly. In a panic, the Yama chair hurriedly defended: "Mo Yufei, Mo Da Young Master, didn't I already make it clear to you before! This is indeed a big secret hidden like a heavenly secret, and this big secret can only be revealed by your Eighteenth Layer Hell Chief Prison Chief, Youdu Ancestor, in addition, even the Yama King of Hell can't do it!"

Yan Luo's words were crisp and neat, which made Mo Yufei not believe it at all. But Mo Yufei was still skeptical: "What you said is true?"

Besides, I, Yama Luo Chair, am not a hard-hearted person, how can I watch your relatives in the Yang world in a desperate situation, and ignore things, and do not save Mo when I see death, I have also been on the Yama Hall in the secluded capital of the Yang World for a long time, and I can be regarded as having feelings! Don't you still believe me?"

When Mo Yufei heard this, he couldn't help but believe it. But he suddenly asked in a scheming way: "Even if what you say is reasonable, but after seeing my master, I don't know what year and day I will have to wait until I can return to the yang world, and at that time, my father and other relatives and friends, senior brothers and sisters, if they die at the hands of the enemy, won't it be too late to regret it! Why don't my predecessors be accommodating, first secretly send me to the secluded capital of the yang world, and after I save my fathers, come to this secluded capital of the netherworld again, and explain it to my ancestor, you can say it well!" When Mo Yufei spoke, there was softness and hardness, and softness and rigidity. There was a rare murderous aura flashing in his eyes.

This murderous aura flashed, but it frightened the Yama chair.

Because Mo Yufei had expected that the ghost fire ring surrounding them was extremely powerful, he and his mother tried more than ten times, but they couldn't get out of this fire ring. Although the Yama Chair didn't try, in Mo Yufei's opinion, the Yama Chair was not able to escape from this ring of fire at all, so he didn't try.

Since he couldn't escape from this ring of fire, Mo Yufei definitely had a reason to use his fear of death to intimidate the Yama Chair.