Mu Qingyu's eyes that were about to close suddenly opened due to the dazzling light.
It was a sword, a silver sword with a gleaming light like the cold moon. It followed a strange rhythmic trajectory and pierced the old monster's palm directly.
The old monster was startled, and moved back three feet flatly.
He has lived for such a long time, and he cherishes his life quite a lot. The slightest danger makes him very cautious.
Just now, Mu Qingyu had no power to fight back. He let down his guard for a moment, but he didn't expect that there was someone watching. Moreover, that person actually hurt his hand.
Although he was careless and unprepared, not many people could hurt him.
He looked over with cold eyes.
The owner of the Silver Cold Moon Sword did not pursue any more, but stood in front of Mu Qingyu holding the sword.
That was a young man, very young, maybe less than twenty years old.
His eyebrows are as sharp as swords, his eyes are like stars, and he is unparalleledly handsome, but his eyes are indifferent and cold, as if there are traces of cold air gushing out layer by layer, slowly covering his whole body, just like the essence, as cold as the moonlight, giving life to others.
The feeling of being close.
But what he was wearing was that fiery red coat. He had a fierce and stern aura, but he also had a grace like a orchid or jade tree.
He has a casual and carefree desolateness about him, but he also has an innocent look.
Great contrast, but completely integrated, beautiful and vivid, cold and evil, like the ice flowers in the snowy mountains, the snowy lakes in the glaciers, like a banished immortal, and like an evildoer!
It's obvious that he has an indistinguishable face, but no one will doubt that he is a woman.
What the old monster saw turned out to be a young man again. His face looked very bad. Was it because he hadn't traveled around the world for a long time, or was the world changing too fast?
He worked hard all his life to reach a state of great achievement in his fifties. Now, a boy of sixteen or seventeen has achieved it. Now, there is actually a boy who is less than twenty years old who has also achieved it?
He said: "Who are you?"
The man in red said softly with his thin lips: "Li Jingfeng, I can pierce your palm with one sword, and I can pierce your throat with one sword. Do you want to try?"
The old monster's eyes flashed with deep fear.
Although he does all kinds of evil, he hides his whereabouts.
He thought that no one in this world, in this world, in this world would know his true identity. At most, they would know that his surname was Li. But the boy in red in front of him called out his name.
He felt like his clothes had been stripped off and he had nowhere to hide.
Especially just now, that sword came silently and suddenly.
When his Blood Flame Poison Flame Palm was at full strength, his body naturally had internal power to protect him. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the sword was invulnerable, but that person pierced his palm like tofu.
If you can pierce his palm, you can pierce his throat. How dare he not believe this?
The strength of that sword is definitely not weaker than his!
Moreover, that person calls himself me.
Anyone who can claim to be my true self has at least reached the pinnacle of martial arts.
The peak state is not a cabbage. Who reaches this state without years of immersion in hard work or years of accumulation of insights? Once you reach the peak, it is like you have climbed to the top of the mountain.
The world thinks that this is the top level of martial arts, because many people will never reach this level in their lifetime.
But he has lived for a long time, has seen a lot, and has been in this peak state for a while, so he knows that there is sainthood above the peak, and there is transcendence above sainthood. It is above the transcendence. It is said that it can break the void and become
Where are the gods!
Could this be a peerless genius from a hidden sect?
Or, who is the super powerful person who can rejuvenate his youth?
He looked at it again.
The man in red is still lazy, his eyes are dust-free, as cold as the moonlight, and he should keep strangers away. His eyes are cool, and when he looks at Li Jingfeng, there is even a slight mocking look in his eyes.
This Yuanting Yue-like demeanor, this cold and indifferent temperament, laziness and casualness, casualness but impeccable, made Li Jingfeng even more afraid.
Should he take a gamble and stay and kill the dying boy to avenge Li Zhe and eliminate the hatred in his heart? Or should he be more cautious and settle the score with that boy in the future?
The dying boy was injured like this and was poisoned by his poisonous palm. He might not be able to survive, right?
If he insists on adding a sword, he will definitely face the man in red. He cannot see through the strength of the man in red. And the man in red's demeanor, as well as the sword just now, are obviously not ordinary people. He is obviously not an ordinary person.
To reach this level at such a young age, there may even be a more powerful master or a hidden sect behind you.
After thinking about it, Li Jingfeng felt that revenge for his descendants was far less important than his own life.
He is already so old that he cannot afford to take any risks. It is not easy to live to be a hundred years old. He still wants to live to be two hundred years old!
But just leaving like this seemed a bit shameless. Li Jingfeng said: "That boy hurt my only bloodline of the Li family. This hatred is irreconcilable, but since I protect him, I will give you a face this time!"
He saw that the silver sword light in the man in red's hand seemed to be moving, and he didn't dare to delay any longer. He stepped down and ran away.
Mu Qingyu was poisoned, but she did not lose consciousness. She did not dare to let herself pass out easily.
The man in red turned around and knelt down in front of her.
Mu Qingyu said hoarsely: "Thank you!"
The man in red smiled and said, "Nice to meet you. My name is Dongfang Moye. What's your name?"
This man showed up here in the middle of the night and saved her just to ask her her name?
She said: "Bounty hunter, herring!"
"Herring, what a name!" Dongfang Moye said with a smile in his eyes, "The old monster is timid, but fortunately he has been scared away!"
Even though his insides were on fire and tortured by the poison, Mu Qingyu actually smiled and said, "You can't beat me?"
Dongfang Moye smiled and said: "The old monster has accumulated strength over decades and reached its peak twenty years ago. Of course I can't beat him!"
"But you scared him away!" If you can't beat him and take such a big risk, the favor seems a bit too great.
"Because I have it!" He showed the sword in his hand to Mu Qingyu: "This sword is called Yingyue, and it cuts iron like mud. I concentrated all my inner strength on the sword body, and unexpectedly, Fang Yijian pierced his palm.
, but all the strength in the body has been exhausted. If the old monster is not afraid of death, he only needs to take out a palm, and you and I can only wait for death!"
Mu Qingyu: "..."
It turns out to be an empty city plan!
She knew that there was indeed an attack method in which all the strength of the body was drawn out just to complete a single blow. However, most people would not use it. Because if it was used, it would be fine if it succeeded, but if it did not succeed, it would be nothing but a human being.
It's hard for him to pretend that nothing happened and scare away a top expert.
If Li Jingfeng knew about it, I wonder if he would be mad to death.
She didn’t know if the old monster would be so angry that she would die, but she was about to die.
She could no longer suppress the sweet taste in her throat that she had endured for a long time, so she spat out another mouthful of blood and closed her eyes.
This chapter has been completed!