“Three, two…”

Kang Keyou obviously did not take the hostages in my hands to heart. He did not even deliberately slow down the countdown speed, but instead recited calmly, as if the one that fell on my hands was not his son at all, but my baby.

I can believe that if the countdown was finished, he would definitely kill Mu Shiwei without hesitation, just like killing his father.

Seeing Mu Qingshan twisting his body in pain and tumbling in a pool of blood, a strong sense of guilt hit my heart. Just as he was about to recite "One", I finally couldn't bear it and shouted loudly: "Stop, stop, I am willing to exchange hostages with you!"

"one!"

At this time, Kang Keyu also read the last number, but before he could finish his words, he suddenly stretched his hand forward and pulled it into Mu Shiwei's chest.

The girl who was full of fantasy about the future was in extreme grief of her father's death, screaming in surprise. She was in a state of collapse, but she really didn't expect that Kang Keyou would kill herself without hesitation when I agreed to exchange hostages.

Mu Shiwei's eyes bulged out of her sockets, her plump cherry lips bit out of blood, and her face turned white in an instant.

Seeing that Kang Keyou, who killed Mu Shiwei, took out the girl's fresh heart. He licked her lips, and I immediately collapsed and roared at the blood-handed maniac: "I have already agreed to exchange hostages, why do you want to kill her?"

Kang Keyou licked the heart from his tongue, then spit out blood in disgust, threw it aside, slowly lowered the girl's body, and said calmly: "It's nothing, don't you think she was too noisy just now?"

It's noisy?

Just because of such a bullshit reason, he killed a girl with a bright future, and even ignored her own son who was detained in my hands?

Is this a lunatic?

Yes. Only a madman can do such a thing!

My heart was as dark as water, my face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. I silently thought in my heart that the cloth fish hidden in the dried fish house threw the monk Zhiri who was being held to me.

The Buyu, who was standing at the door, had tears in his eyes.

No matter how dull he was, he knew that the girl who had just been killed had a little subtle affection for him. Although he had no emotions for Mu Shiwei, he always had a hint of gratitude for those who loved him.

You love me, I may not love you, but I am grateful to you.

However, the girl died.

Death before your eyes.

Bu Yu didn't even say a word of thanks. How could he let it go?

A man doesn’t cry easily, but he hasn’t reached the sad place.

Bu Yu shed tears, and the taciturn and honest guy shed tears rarely, but how could I turn a blind eye?

Not to mention anything else, the Mu Qingshan family was living a peaceful life in the Bangkok area, but I was caught in this disaster and finally lost my life. How could I feel?

If someone dies because of me, what can I do for him?

Only by killing Kang Keyou and avenging this revenge can one comfort the dead souls that have passed away.

However, before that, I have to take action with someone.

When a hero goes to war, there must be one person to sacrifice the flag.

thump!

The pale face and panicked monk Zhifan was pushed to the ground by me. He struggled to get up, but I stepped on his head and had to lower his head. However, he still tried to raise his head unyieldingly and shouted: "Dad, save me, save me, don't let me die..."

My face was as deep as water, and Kang Keyou wiped the blood from his hands, and there was a smile on his face: "Child, I asked you to stay in China, why didn't you obey?"

Monk Zhifan held the dirt under his body with both hands and said crying: "I'm obedient, but Maoshan wants to kill me, I can't stay in China anymore!"

Kang Keyou waved his hand and said indifferently: "Do you think you can live when you come back? Do you know who the little girl you killed is? It is Hua Congyu's granddaughter. Even if you are not caught, but come back to me, I will kill you and give Hua Congyu an explanation. Let me tell you one thing, don't think that you are my son, and you can do evil. The most reliable thing in this world is your ability, not the halo that covers your head, do you know?"

When he heard that his father had given up on him, Monk Zhifan was a little broken, and asked while crying, "Woooo, who is Hua Congyu? How can I know..."

I looked up at the starlight in the sky and silently raised the Blood-Drinking Cold Lightsaber high.

Before this, I wanted to bring this dog thief back to China and Maoshan, because I wanted to take a look at countless fellow practitioners who were tempted by Maoshan. Even if the son of Kang Keyou who was intimidating Nanyang attacked me, Maoshan, they would be chased from thousands of miles away and brought back to trial in a hurry. If anyone dares to scrutinize the power of Maoshan, he will think about it first.

Assassination and public trial are two different forms. If the influence of killing a chicken to warn monkeys is above the other, the latter is definitely a hundred times more powerful than the former.

But to this day, I no longer wait.

Mu Qingshan, if you haven’t walked far, then take a look.

This is a sacrifice for you in advance.

Swish!

A sword light rose out of nowhere and cut across toward Monk Zhifan's neck, as if he felt the coming of death. At the last moment, Monk Zhifan subconsciously closed his mouth and no longer howled hard.

After all, he is the son of the Blood Hand Madman. Even if he dies, he must maintain some dignity as a descendant of a famous family.

However, just as I was about to kill the other party, a transparent thing suddenly emerged from the ground and wrapped Monk Zhiri.

My sword accidentally cut a hole.

The monk Zhiri was wrapped in a transparent jellyfish-like thing, and quickly headed towards Kang Keyou. Although my sword had already slashed on the other party's bald head, the transparent thing was extremely slippery, so that the tip of the sword was slung to the side.

The prey I got flew like this.

As Monk Zhifan suddenly flew forward, when I looked up, I saw the red eyes of the blood-handed maniac in the distance, revealing a smile of contempt.

The words he just said were true and false. The blame for Monk Zhifan was definitely true, but it would not let him die.

After all, it is his own flesh and blood. Whether he dies or lives, it depends on him to decide how much.

Kang Keyu is the kind of person who tries to control everything. He absolutely does not allow anything to go beyond his control.

In fact, his control over the entire scene was terrifyingly accurate.

He could brutally kill the hostages in his hands without hesitation, not because he didn't want to save his son, but because he had more stable means than exchange.

But how could I endure such humiliation?

The transparent object wrapped in monk Zhiri was fast, but I was faster than it. As I walked by, I rushed straight into the group of living dead people, ran for a hundred miles, and suddenly rushed to the guy, and raised my hand and saw the three swords.

The sword energy is ubiquitous, and one sword is even more fierce than the other.

However, what surprised me was that the transparent jellyfish wrapped in the monk Zhiri, although it looked soft and weak, had a tough protection force beyond steel. The Blood-Drinking Cold Light Sword fell on it, and there was no way to bear the force. It slid directly towards the side. Even if it hit it, it could move my power to the other side.

Neither power nor speed have any effect on it.

Even the ten thousand soul beads that popped up did not have any effect on this thing.

In Linxian Qizhe's sight, this transparent jellyfish was perfect and leakless, without any flaws that could be broken.

What the hell is this thing?

Seeing the transparent jellyfish wrapped in the monk Zhiri, running forward, if he hesitated for a while, it would have probably reached Kang Keyou's side.

Can't wait any longer.

I decided to take a gamble - [Three Abyss, Magic Power]!

I slapped a palm from afar, and the transparent jellyfish shook all over and finally stiffened for a moment. In this moment, I gave up the sharpness of the Blood-Drinking Cold Light Sword without hesitation, but suddenly stepped forward and slapped the round transparent body with a palm.

Thunder in the palm of Maoshan!

The Demon Refining Pot Watching Technique!

The two techniques are used at the same time, just like thunder piercing the body, but the trick of using force is to fight a cow across the mountain.

I didn't hurt the transparent jellyfish at all, but I could not kill the monk Zhiri inside through its protection. This method was a temporary change method that I had to do without breaking the transparent jellyfish's guard.

boom!

I saw the blood squirting from the mouth of the monk Zhiri who was huddled in it, and his eyes bulged out of his sockets, and he knew that this son would be in his life.

That's good.

As long as Monk Zhifan is not rescued, everything we do will become meaningful when we come to Nanyang this time.

Mu Qingshan, Mu Shiwei, you walk slowly. The death of this dog is just an overture. Then, I will send many people down to accompany you and pay tribute to your dead souls.

Instead of chasing me, I raised the sword in my hand and killed the living dead people beside me who were rushing towards me one by one.

The dead man with his head cut erupted from the sky with plasma and bone spurs, but they were all avoided by the qi emitted from my body. I stood in the crowd and looked at the blood-handed maniac Kang Keyu with his face turning pale from afar.

And the moment I fought with Kang Keyou, Maoshan Punishment Hall, who had been in silence next to me, and the White Witch Monk, led by Master Banzhi, also took action decisively.

The war is imminent.

I looked at Kang Keyou from afar, and a smile appeared on the corner of my mouth.

Is this a fateful showdown?
Chapter completed!