Although Mo Minglang, the leader of Yushan, is in the late stage of Fusion Soul and can be said to be powerful, he is a vulnerable group here in Songyunmen. He has suffered heavy losses before, and now he is even more frightened and hastily begging for mercy.
Tu Xiu looked over with gloomy eyes and saw that the old guy was covered in blood and badly injured, so he snorted coldly: "You are not a good guy either. You dared to send people to intercept and kill you just to get the soul-melting pill. You should be severely punished. Okay."
I finally came to my senses, confessed Nangong Luo, the wolf cub, and was already injured, so I stopped pursuing him."
Mo Minglang hurriedly said: "Thank you, Your Majesty...I will definitely change my ways and return to the right ways, and I will never dare to do bad things again."
Tu Xiu nodded, "The right path in the world is subject to vicissitudes of life. Just take care of yourself. You can leave now."
"I understand, I will change my ways..." Mo Minglang stood up, turned to Qiu Yu and saluted to apologize, admitting his mistake repeatedly.
Since Tu Xiu had said so, Qiu Yu did not embarrass the other party anymore. Anyway, the two Yushan sect strongmen who carried out the robbery were dead, so he said coldly: "But remember, don't do it again in the future."
Provoke me, or you will die without a burial place."
The young man's words were resonant and domineering, which made Mo Minglang feel awe-inspiring. He sincerely agreed, "Remember it, I won't dare to do it again." In fact, after escaping from death this time, he also understood.
Songyunmen has a close relationship with the boy named Qiu, and even if he had the courage to do so, he would not dare to offend him again.
Mu Tuozi waved his hand and said, "Okay, you can go."
Under the supervision of two Songyun Sect strongmen, Mo Minglang also left. Due to excessive blood loss, he almost collapsed. He limped out of the hall, shook out his weapon and flew into the air, feeling a little overwhelmed.
Move forward, after all, the injury is quite serious.
In the Songyun Hall, Tu Xiu personally apologized to Qiu Yu. Now that the truth has surfaced, Qiu Yu is basically satisfied with the result and has no complaints.
The banquet was held again, everyone was shocked by Qiu Yu, and the atmosphere became harmonious again. After experiencing this incident, Qiu Yu also saw the sincerity of Songyun Sect. Considering the future development of Jingling Sect, there should be powerful sects as allies.
, only then can there be less ups and downs, and Songyunmen should be trustworthy...
Look at the head of Yushan, Mo Minglang, after leaving Songyun Gate, he took a healing potion, felt dizzy and insisted on flying back.
The sky gradually darkened, and a cold wind blew on his face. Due to excessive blood loss, Mo Minglang's resistance became weak. The chill invaded his body, and he shivered involuntarily. His face turned pale, and his lips turned purple. He muttered, "Nangong
Luo, you are such a broom star, you have done so much harm to me..."
Unknowingly, we were three or four hundred miles away from Songyun, and it started snowing again. But in an instant, heavy snowflakes were flying in the sky, and the wind was strong, causing the old guy to stagger around, and his situation was very miserable.
A slender figure suddenly appeared from behind, riding a long sword and rushing towards Mo Minglang. The distance was getting closer and closer.
Although Mo Minglang was seriously injured, his cultivation level was very high and he had a strong sense of perception. He suddenly noticed it and quickly turned his head to look over, only to see a silver sword light coming suddenly and heading straight for his chest. He couldn't help but feel his face erupt in anger.
He changed color, hurriedly punched, and his spiritual power transformed into a bronze ball with ancient patterns carved on it, blocking the light of the sword.
"Bang!"
As the sharp edge surged, blood spurted out from Mo Minglang's mouth, and he involuntarily stepped back, almost falling. He widened his eyes and looked over, but the unseen guest was Nangong Luo, who also looked over with a ferocious face.
He couldn't help but became furious, a machete appeared in his hand, and he gritted his teeth and said: "You little beast, what do you want to do?"
If it were in the past, Nangong Luo would naturally not dare to make trouble with Tai Sui. After all, there was a huge difference in strength between them, but it was different now. Mo Minglang was at the end of his strength. He resented the other party for not getting rid of Qiu Yu, so that the matter was exposed and led to serious consequences.
, so he had murderous intentions in his heart, and he chased after her to kill his ally who had been working for her in an awkward manner.
Facing Mo Minglang's questioning, Nangong Luo said fiercely: "You useless old guy, if your Yushan sect could kill Qiu Yu, this young master would not be expelled from the school, so you deserve to die."
Today, Mo Minglang is almost in a state of collapse, and his combat effectiveness is less than 10% of his original strength. He is also quite afraid of Nangong Luo, and said angrily: "Can you blame me? Who knew that boy was so powerful..."
"Then go die!"
Amidst the gloomy words, the long sword swung out several arc-shaped silver lights, rushing in from different directions. Shock flashed in Mo Minglang's eyes. With his current state, he couldn't resist. In desperation,
He could only wave the machete to form a circle of sharp edges around him, hoping to block the attack.
"Bang bang bang..."
After barely blocking the blow, Mo Minglang couldn't hold on anymore. The machete flew away from his hand, and he himself fell from the air.
Nangong Luo was also shocked and retreated. He also felt that the surge of energy in his body was extremely uncomfortable. He couldn't help but secretly feel frightened. At this point, the old guy could still resist. If the other party was not injured, he would probably be seriously injured with one move. Fortunately, now
able to control the situation,
He turned around suddenly in mid-air, swung his long sword again, and several sharp edges formed spikes and rushed toward the old guy like he was chasing after his soul.
At the critical moment of life and death, Mo Minglang tried his best to point out his fingers, and the cyan edge shot past, blocking three of the spikes. However, the other two spikes pierced his body, blood spattered, and he screamed miserably.
Echoing in the night.
"Go to hell!"
With a loud shout, Nangong Luo flew over like a hungry wolf, and the sharp silver light directly cut off Mo Minglang's neck, ruining the life of a generation of heroes.
The corpse fell on the grass below, and Nangong Luo also landed. His eyes fell on the corpse's fingers, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said to himself: "Expelled from the master, right? Now I have a place to go.
Let's just take one step and become the leader." He bent down, took off the Na ring that the other party was wearing, put it on the index finger of his left hand, and looked at it carefully.
This is a special Na ring, engraved with the head of a monster, which looks quite weird. I remember the last time I drank at the Yushan Sect, Mo Minglang once said personally that this Na ring is also the symbol of the leader, Yu
The mountain sect has been passed down from generation to generation, and currently only he is qualified to wear it.
Nangong Luo flew up, his body as strong as a dragon, and punched the ground one after another. Only a loud sound was heard, the soil splashed, and a deep pit appeared on the ground. This was the grave he dug to bury the old man.
Guy.
The corpses and heads were thrown into the pit. Nangong Luo buried them, and then flew away from here with his sword, heading for Yushan. As the saying goes, a skilled man is brave, and he is not an ordinary person, and he is preparing to go to a dangerous place.
Settle down and settle down, stand out in the future, and impress Songyunmen.
At dawn the next day, Nangong Luo finally arrived at Yushan Mountain and swooped down from the air, like an eagle.