Chapter 219: Cruel Methods

Looking at the scene in front of them, these women were a little unbearable. After all, for these girls who had just entered the Red Void Palace, seeing a handsome young man and being humiliated was still a very difficult thing to accept, and he still couldn't help but feel a little pity in his heart.

Mu Hao's black eyes were as calm as ever, but the corners of his mouth lifted a bright smile, "Then, let's start!" The inexplicable words and bright smile made the young man look slightly stunned. Immediately, I saw his right hand raised slightly, grabbing Mu Hao's neck impartially.

It was at this moment that Mu Hao made a move without warning, and with a little pale hand, he couldn't see any movement, and he actually grabbed the young man's hand. This sudden scene made everyone lose their minds for a while, this kid, at this moment, actually resisted?

But didn't this kid know that the more he resisted, the more he could arouse the evil taste in the young man's heart, and it would become even worse. Although it is only a half-step gap, in the eyes of everyone, this is a huge chasm. You must know that Jindan and Yuanying are not only a leap of one level, but also a leap from the lower realm to the middle realm. The most obvious difference is that monks can only truly fly in the air when they have reached the primordial infant stage.

The fireworks in the sky are blooming proudly, and the petals are like rain, falling one after another, as if falling in the depths of Mu Hao's dark eyes, and a chill suddenly appears. Under the light and dark sky, the fireworks in the sky outline a thrilling brilliance. This brilliant firework seemed to be reflected in the depths of Mu Hao's dark eyes, and a little palpitating coldness slowly appeared from his eyes......

Some white hands held the young man's hand with great accuracy, and the seemingly white and even a little delicate hand was so weak. Looking at this scene, the stunned and complicated eyes around him gathered on Mu Haoxin's long figure, with some regret and helplessness. Mu Hao's act of resistance aroused the evil in the young man's heart, this guy had to be seriously injured today.

Looking at this calm face, a trace of surprise flashed on the young man's face, this kid is still as arrogant as ever!

"I don't know why you were able to get out of the Immortal Tomb Peak unharmed, but if your confidence is swelled because of this. Since you and I are brothers in the same class, I will let your humble confidence disappear and teach you how to be a person!", the corner of the young man's mouth sneered, his eyes gradually gloomy, and his surging aura slowly appeared in his body, once it surged out, it was like a volcano bursting out.

"I remember, the first time you saw me, you said, hate my face!", Mu Hao seemed to say seriously, not afraid of the breath that permeated the young man's body, but the corners of his cold mouth were pursed into a bright smile. The white and slender fingers were as powerful as steel. The dark energy from the five fingertips made the young man's face change drastically in vain, and the heart-rending pain made him almost exclaim.

"Unfortunately, I hate your face now!", Mu Hao said with a smile, but his voice was cold and piercing, his right arm was pulled violently, and the seemingly tall and straight figure of the young man, like a weak kite, slammed towards Mu Hao.

In the eyes of everyone, this scene seemed to be the first young man to take the lead, and his strong body was like a sharp sword, slamming into Mu Hao. This seems to be a barbaric way, but it makes many women's beautiful eyes light up slightly, and their hearts beat faster. But what stunned countless people was that Mu Hao took a step forward unhurriedly, his right shoulder shrugged slightly, and he hit the bridge of the young man's nose fiercely.

"Click!", like the sound of broken bones, sounded in the dead night wind. Immediately afterward, two scarlet pillars of blood erupted from the young man's nostrils, and the splashes of blood were more brilliant, more eye-catching, and more eye-catching than the fireworks in the sky.

At the same time, Mu Hao's right hand was released, but his right arm burst out like steel, and his white fingers held the young man's neck impartially, and slowly lifted it, just like to carry a young livestock screaming waiting to be slaughtered. The terrifying strength permeated Mu Hao's fingertips, and the young man's whole face turned red, and his muscles flared up, a little hideous, as if he wanted to say something. It's just that his neck is held by Mu Hao, and he even feels suffocated, feeling as if he will die at any time.

His eyes looked at Mu Hao who was close to this foot in horror, the former's eyes were still as calm as before, and his deep eyes were like the sky above, seemingly silent, but there was a terrifying edge.

"It seems that many people cursed me and died in the battle for the immortal tomb that was like hell. But you are very unfortunate that God let Mu Hao out of that hell. From today on, my Mu Hao is the hell that God gives you when he lives!", Mu Hao said with a smile, the evil handsome face looked particularly evil against the backdrop of the bright fireworks, making people feel suffocated.

This dramatic scene left countless people's minds blank. The monks who fought for a piece of demon meat stood stupidly in place, even if the demon meat was at their feet, their bodies still did not move, as if they saw Medusa's gaze, and they all suddenly turned into stone statues. And the disciples of the Red Void Palace, who came after the young man, were even more sluggish, looking at this scene in disbelief.

"Senior brother, let's start with you!", Mu Hao slightly pressed the hilt of the sword with his left hand, and slowly pulled out the sword oozing cold light, "I counted very clearly, there are thirteen monks who died because of your piece of demon meat. ”。

Mu Hao's tone was not fast, when he finished saying this, the sword in his hand was all unsheathed, and the cold blade tore through the cold moonlight, and in countless stunned and shocked eyes, it slashed across the young man's emaciated face. Immediately, he brought up a vermilion like the painter's brush, which was shocking. The young man's pupils shrank slightly, he looked at Mu Hao's smile, his heart trembled, and the hot pain on his face and the chill behind him instantly swept through his whole body.

As if carving on wood with a sword, Mu Hao's expression was a little unusually serious, his left hand fluttered, and the sword in his hand was like a dancing butterfly, and one sword was more sensitive than one knot. The slightly cold tip of the sword slashed across the young man's entire cheek, one after another.

The young man's neck was held by Mu Hao's right hand. Although it suffered heart-rending pain, it did not make any sound at all. Scarlet blood, as if it had been spilled out without money, fell on this barren land.

Under the heavenly dome, the fireworks are like a waterfall flowing from the nine heavens, which is gorgeous and dazzling. However, in the eyes of everyone, the faint sword light was more dazzling than fireworks. There was a sudden silence all around, and everyone stood in the night breeze, but they had a feeling of being in an ice cellar, and they couldn't help but tremble.

After wielding a dozen swords, Mu Hao's hand paused slightly, Rao is serious look, the young man with a bloody face, smiled: "Sorry to correct, I suddenly remembered that just because of this time, there are thirteen civilian monks who died because of you." But I'm sure you've done this before, and these times are counted, and these lives are counted. As if stating some kind of truth, Mu Hao's hand waved again, and the cold sword peak scraped off fiercely, until this face was unrecognizable, Mu Hao stopped boringly. Immediately, Mu Hao's right hand let go of the young man's neck, but his right foot kicked out like lightning and kicked on the young man's chest.

"Bang!", a dull sound suddenly sounded, and the young man was kicked out of several meters as if he had been struck by lightning, and landed in front of the two girls, covered with blood and hideous cheeks, which made the two girls exclaim in surprise, as if they were frightened, and instantly retreated.

The disciples of the Red Void Palace and the civilian monks standing on the side all looked at the embarrassed young man tremblingly. In their eyes, this young man was a powerful existence, representing the leader of the outer gate of the Red Void Palace, except for those strong people in the Yuan Infant Stage, few people could defeat him. And at this moment, he was actually in the hands of Mu Hao, who was like an ant in their eyes, and his face was completely defeated, turning his head to look at Mu Hao with a brilliant face, a chill seeped out to his bones and spread in everyone's hearts.

Who would have imagined that this seemingly harmless boy was like a demon before. Mu Hao looked at the embarrassed young man, walked forward with a bleeding sword, a trace of blood dripped down the tip of the sword, and the disciples of the Red Void Palace who were standing on the side saw Mu Hao coming, instinctively retreated a few steps back, and no one dared to stop him.

Mu Hao's cruel scene before shocked them to the point that the hot blood blurred their vision, and the young man struggled to get up, and there was a heart-rending pain on his face, which made the killing intent and anger in his heart grow wildly, until the sharp sword peak appeared in front of him at first glance, and appeared on his neck impartially.

The young man's heart trembled suddenly, he raised his head, looked at the condescending Mu Hao, his eyes shrank suddenly, and his voice was a little trembling and hoarse: "Although the rules of the Red Void Palace allow the disciples in the palace to fight, they do not allow the situation of life and death to be disabled, if you kill me, you will be punished by the palace rules!"

"I know!", Mu Hao smiled slightly, his palm was raised slightly, and the sharp sword blade turned in vain, slashing fiercely at the young man's thigh, cutting a striking wound, and scarlet blood splattered out like a column of water. The young man gasped and was about to say something, but Mu Hao's hand fluttered, and he brought up the sword flowers, and the criss-crossing sword marks covered the young man's legs, and the young man's body fell to the ground again before he stood upright.

Witnessing all of this with their own eyes, many disciples of the Red Void Palace did not dare to look directly at Mu Hao. Mu Hao bent down, the cold sword peak, gently tapped the young man's hideous scarlet face, the smile on his face gradually converged: "You know that my memory has always been very poor, and I rarely have any contact with the outside world, I think you should know the names and accommodations of those of you who are happy with civilian monks, right!", the young man raised his head with difficulty, looking at Mu Hao with indifferent eyes without any emotion, he knew that once he said no, Mu Hao's sword would definitely beckon to him, his voice trembled, and he said a little weakly:" Who are you looking for?".

"Everyone who has ever done this kind of thing, not a single one will be spared!", Mu Hao said lightly, as if to say to the young man, and as if to say to the disciples of the Red Void Palace around him, many of the disciples of the Red Void Palace shrank suddenly, secretly wondering if they had done anything to enjoy the pleasure of ordinary monks in the past.

"Okay!", the young man's face was full of scarlet, he didn't refuse, but there was a piercing coldness in the depths of his eyes, the people who used to be happy with civilian monks were not only me Lin Yu, I Lin Yu just stepped into the Yuan Infant stage, like Senior Brother Zhang Ming, they are all strong people in the eighth layer of the Yuan Infant.

Hmph, if it weren't for your preemptive strike, how could I, Lin Yu, be defeated so completely, I don't believe that your Mu Hao will step into the eighth layer of Yuanying in just a few months, the young man gritted his teeth, endured the pain coming from his body, and was about to get up with difficulty, but the sword on his shoulder cut through his skin, blood seeped out, and Mu Hao's voice blew like a cold wind: "Did I say that you would stand up?" You crawl, I walk, take me to meet those people!"