Qian Mo took a big stance with his right foot, and his two swords danced, and the sword blades in the sky turned into invisible killing towards Zhaoqing. Zhaoqing's desire to die and then survived, fully demonstrated all the cultivation level of the Grand Master realm. Since he had no choice but to retreat, he would fight to the end.

A ghost song in Zhaoqing was blown out, and blood oozed out of his fingers, dissolved on the quad flute. The sound of the flute was miserable and desolate, and countless resentful ghosts rushed towards Qianmo.

The Qianmo blood-red sword blade overlapped and the white sword shadow. Wherever the sword blade went, the resentful ghosts could not avoid killing them. They rushed to Zhaoqing, and the ancient sword slashed down and slashed on the Quflu that Zhaoqing used to block, and the Quflu gradually appeared cracks.

The Xuanbing sword in his left hand pierced out, and the Xuanbing and the sword tip all over the sky hit Zhaoqing's chest. The divine light of Zhaoqing's body protection was broken, and he flew backwards, hitting the ice field, and then fell to the ground. The bit of Xuanbing ice on his chest was spreading little by little.

After being hit by Zhaoqing, a little fluctuated. Then a sword light rushed out of the field like an energy tilted, slashing towards a dead soldier from the Tiangong who was slashing on the roof of Mubei City Tower.

People still didn't understand what was going on, but saw that most of the city wall at the east gate of the city were cut off by sword light.

People were stunned. The ice sword light passed by, and snowflakes condensed in the air, forming a curved snow-colored arc, with stars and dreamy and wonderful.

Back in the field, Zhaoqing struggled to get up after being stabbed by a heavy sword, held the broken flexure and put it beside his mouth. Maybe this was his last song.

Qianmo walked towards him step by step and said, "Let me see what else do you have."

Zhaoqing smiled cruelly and threw the flute, and a strange aura was released on him. At this time, the flute hovered over Zhaoqing's head, and he lowered his head and thought silently. Qian Mo saw that the situation was not right, and strode towards the flute, but what followed was directly shocked by the flute.

"The art of offering spirits!" Qianmo was stunned. He used this art, not to mention the lifelong misfortune, his soul would also be imprisoned in the sacrificed objects, and he would be punished by all the breath of heaven and earth, and would never be reborn.

Qian Mo looked at Lin Jianhe who was bleeding from the seven orifices in the distance and immediately understood. Just now, because of the interference of Qu Di Mo's magic sound, ordinary people could not resist the survival of this small world, let alone in the frozen world of the world. Zhaoqing used such a vicious magic to kill Qian Mo, he would slaughter all Mubei City and kill all the members of the Huan Li clan without hesitation.

After a brief offering of spirits, Zhaoqing's body had completely dried up, his whole body was sunken and bloodless, like a mummy. When the quad flute fell, Zhaoqing's whole body was shocked and he directly hit Qianmo.

Qian Mo was not hesitating. The two blood powers were completely exploded, the collision of Qu Di and the sword blade, and the confrontation of the evil spirit and the sword energy. In this field, the world was completely in chaos. The two had no fancy moves, but the collision of swords and swords was intertwined, with shadows stacking, covering the sky and the sun.

At this time, a blood-red moon slowly emerged above Qianmo's domain, instantly illuminating the entire domain. From the outside, the small world originally covered with ice and snow immediately turned bright red, with a biting icy aura, and there was a little more killing cold blood.

The blood-red snowflake marks on Qianmo's eyebrows were shining more and more. The ancient sword whirled slightly, and the originally pitch-black sword marks had now turned bright red. Qianmo kicked his right foot and rushed towards Zhaoqing, and the Qu Di and the ancient sword were in conflict with each other.

Finally, the magic flute turned into powder, the ancient sword stabbed Zhaoqing's eyebrows, and the dry body finally dissipated.

Qian Mo finally destroyed Qu Di and did not let Zhaoqing endure the pain of sacrifice. However, at the moment Zhaoqing dissipated, Qian Mo saw that Zhaoqing smiled at him. At this moment, facing his eyes, he finally had emotions, expressed kindness, and let him go.

There is still a tragic death-like Lin Jianhe who is bleeding from seven orifices lying on the ground. The mysterious power in the field is turbulent, and ordinary people cannot survive at all. Lin Jianhe is of course no exception.

Qian Mo sat cross-legged in the field, not removing the field. He looked at his palm and said silently, "This is the Grand Master..."

Zhaoqing's last moment of obsession and the art of offering spirits were obviously touched by the realm of heaven and man, but he still could not defeat the ancient sword in Qian Mo's hand. Qian Mo raised his head and looked at the blood moon in the sky, dazed and dazed.

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After a while, the field gradually dissipated, and the people of Huan Lishan finally saw the situation inside. Qian Mo sat cross-legged on the ground, motionless, the ancient sword was placed flat in front of him, with his eyes closed, and the snowflake mark on his eyebrows was particularly eye-catching.

Not far away, there was a body sealed by Xuanbing. Huan Lishan came over and confirmed that it was Lin Jianhe. He immediately ordered someone to carry him back. However, Xuanbing was extremely cold. The soldier immediately retreated with his touch and could not bear it.

Suddenly, Qian Mo's voice slowly rang out. He raised his right finger and the black ice shattered and melted. Lin Jianhe didn't even have the chance to turn into a wronged soul, and just disappeared between heaven and earth. Everyone present looked at Qian Mo cautiously, and with his hands raised, he showed his master's demeanor, his face was like a painting, which made people admire him.

Huan An asked from the side, "You killed Zhaoqing?"

Qian Mo nodded simply, but made everyone present take a breath. Everyone knew that Lin Jianhe had an aide in the Grand Master realm, who had been with him for many years. His strength was already an absolute top presence in Mubei City. Once a swordsman who was known as the Grand Master realm came to challenge him, but he was killed by Zhaoqing in just ten moves. His decisive methods also made him respected by Lin Jianhe. Now he was actually dead under the sword of the young man in front of him, which is really incredible.

Huan'an Lishan finally breathed a sigh of relief. The most difficult opponent was already dead. Otherwise, with the current situation of Huan's family, it would be really not easy to keep Zhaoqing. Then he said, "Today's affairs are really thanks to Mr. Qianmo. If it weren't for you, I, Huan Lishan, wouldn't have won this victory so quickly. Now the remnants of the Lin family have basically been subjugated. Today's kindness, I, Huan Lishan, will definitely not forget the kindness you have. If you have any requirements, I will try my best to satisfy you in Mubei City."

Qian Mo was still sitting cross-legged, his heart was calm and he had no response. Everyone present became nervous. Although you were a great hero in today's war, you were the lord of a city after all. If you ignore it so much, you obviously don't take the lord seriously.

Huan An was also nervous. He looked at Qianmo and then at Huan Lishan, fearing that his father would do something else.

Seeing that Qian Mo was not moving at all, he immediately said, "Father, please let Qian Mo rest here first. Judging from the situation, the battle just now was obviously not that easy. You should take people back first and completely rectify the forces in the city. I will take him back to the mansion later."

Huan Lishan nodded expressionlessly and turned around and left here, but hundreds of soldiers were still staying behind to look at Qian Mo. Huan An sighed and finally led Huan Lishan away. He was really afraid that his father would take his anger on Qian Mo because of this.

At this moment, Qian Mo suddenly said to Huan An, "You go, I will go back to Huan Mansion to find you tonight."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huan An immediately replied in surprise, "It's okay, Mubeicheng has just experienced turmoil, and Lin Jianhe still has some remnants in the dark. I'll help you protect the Dharma in case of an accident."

Qian Mo stopped talking, and Huan An naturally leaned on the stone not far away. In fact, Qian Mo had woken up and the field dissipated, but the blood moon hanging from the sky was still there. Others could not see it, but Qian Mo was stunned and dazed.

This full moon seemed to have some magic power, affecting Qian Mo's bloodline. The trauma left behind the battle with Zhaoqing was recovering quickly. Not only that, Qian Mo could clearly feel that his divine sea was growing wildly, and the mysterious energy in his body was also gradually increasing, and his perception of the whole body became more and more sensitive.

Qian Mo asked Huan An to leave but didn't want to owe others favors. He knew exactly what every grass and tree around him was going on.

Soon night came, Mubei City finally returned to peace. Mubei City, like a ruin, needed a lot of time to rebuild and rest in the future, and this was when Huan Lishan officially took over Mubei City.

At night, Qian Mo did not wake up as promised, and the blood moon still did not retreat. He sat cross-legged under the blood moon, bathed in the moonlight, and the snowflake mark between his eyebrows shone under the night.

There are only some guards arranged by Huan An outside the city, and Mubei City has begun a carnival. In order to win people's hearts and rebuild Mubei City, Huan Lishan announced that the whole city will be held tonight, and the lights will never go out. From tomorrow, he will lead all the soldiers to rebuild Mubei City. At the same time, some merchants have entered the city tonight to meet Huan Lishan and re-plan the layout of Mubei City.

It was already late at night, Huan Lishan stood in the north of the city, looking at the city that was still like ruins, with all his eyes full of expectations. At this time, Huan An stood beside him, facing the city of Bianbei, and looking at his father's ambition, he was also very satisfied.

Huan Lishan asked, "Has he not woke up yet?"

Huan An replied respectfully, "Well, I'm still in a state of meditation. I don't know how long it will last."

Huan Lishan said, "This time he was able to successfully open the south of the city, break through the defense line, and kill Zhaoqing and Lin Jianhe. But An'er, Jin, told me that he is different from us."

Huan An asked, "Father, different? What does it mean?"

Huan Lishan sighed and said, "Anyway, if you have a good relationship with him, you will depend on each other for good and bad luck."

Huan An was even more confused and said, "Father, have you found something? Qian Mo is strong, tough and talented, and will definitely make great achievements in the future. Now that he is good at making friends with him, it will definitely be more beneficial than disadvantages to our Huan family!"

Huan Lishan narrowed his eyes, pointed to the dark night sky, and said, "An'er, Mr. Jin told me before that the blood moon is in the sky, and the world is in chaos!"

Huan An murmured, "The blood moon is in the sky, and the world is in chaos. What does my father mean?"

Huan An looked at the dark night sky blankly. Is Qianmo a mess in the future?
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