This is what Xiao Shitou felt when he saw Li Qiuran stabbing him with his long sword.
Li Qiuran's speed, which was praised for his incredible skills, seemed to be playing back in slow motion in Xiao Shitou's eyes... too slow.
Little Stone's soul is inherently powerful, but what he lacks is a strong one; Patriarch Mo's body is powerful enough, so when two are combined and each takes advantage of their strengths, the result is very astonishing.
The long sword stabs at the speed of light!
But the little stone didn't move.
Just when the tip of the sword almost hit the corner of his eyebrow——
I only heard a soft sound of "Zheng——".
Xiao Shitou's fingers were as powerful as Lu Xiaofeng's Lingxi fingers, firmly clamping the tip of the sword.
A trace of astonishment flashed in Li Qiuran's eyes.
The sword he had always been so proud of was clamped like this? And this was despite using 100% of his strength?
For the first time, Li Qiuran's usually indifferent dark eyes flashed with a hint of panic, but the killer's instinct allowed him to quickly concentrate and try to snatch back the sword.
Li Qiuran was wrong.
If he turned around and ran away at this time, maybe Xiao Shitou would give him a chance to survive, but he did not leave immediately.
An extremely evil sneer appeared at the corner of Xiao Shitou's mouth, and he slowly spit out two words: "Seeking death!"
Li Qiuran was very strong, so Xiao Shitou used all the power he could use without reservation in this move.
At this moment, the long sword exploded and turned into white light.
"Go!" The evil cold light in Xiao Shitou's eyes became even hotter.
The white light was like falling snowflakes, all of which disappeared into Li Qiuran's body.
At this moment, Li Qiuran was stunned.
He stared at his motionless body stupidly. He wanted to run, but the soles of his feet seemed to be fixed, and he could not move even half an inch. He could only watch as all the murderous weapons entered his body without reservation.
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In the end, Li Qiuran could only stare blankly at his own body...looking at his own body, and then slowly fell down...and finally...died without resting in peace.
Even before he died, his eyes were still wide open...
A bloody sneer appeared at the corner of Xiao Shitou's mouth: "Remember my name, Mo Changliu."
After saying these words, Li Qiuran died and couldn't rest in peace.
At this time, Xiao Shitou's eyes swept around.
This time, not only Li Qiuran surrounded Su Luo, but there were actually countless masters lurking in the dark corners, but because of Li Qiuran's action, they all lurked motionless.
At this moment, receiving Xiao Shitou's gaze, these people all remained silent and did not dare to express their anger.
One by one, they lowered their eyes, fearing to look into the eyes of this incredibly powerful old man.
Su Luo listened to the gasping sound with satisfaction.
Xiao Shitou did a good job. He deliberately didn't kill these people and let them spread the news. By then, everyone would know that Su Luo was protected by Ancestor Mo, and no one would dare to come to him without being wise.
Ancestor Mo got on the carriage, and the dragon-scaled horse let out a terrifying neigh, swept around provocatively, and then galloped away with all four hooves spread.
Watching the dragon-scaled horse galloping away, those people hidden in the darkness breathed a sigh of relief this time. The pressure just now really scared them to death. They thought that the old man had raised his sleeves, and all of them were
It's gone into ashes.
Wait, he just said that his name is Mo Changliu? Mo Changliu, such a familiar name.