A few days ago.

Mo Wendong said in a deep voice: "Luo Feiyu must die."

"It's that bad guy. Why do you want to kill him?" asked King Mu Huai.

Mo Wendong replied in a deep voice: "Because he practiced a sword technique by chance. This sword technique is tantamount to me."

"What kind of sword technique is it? It can make you worry so much?" King Mu Huai raised his eyebrows.

"Sword technique of Zhuxian, Cunxin Xiankong."

"Did the Sword Ancestor expect that you would be today?"

"It was not my father who guided him to practice this sword." Mo Wendong said coldly: "But."

"Liu Zangyue."

"Liu Zangyue!" At this moment, Mo Wendong also looked at Xi Liuyi.

"Junior brother!" Liu Zangyue stopped Luo Feiyu, who was still stiff in the illusion.

Mo Wendong raised his sleeves and hugged the wild sand in the sky, and the dust turned into a sword on the way.

"Then let me help you get rid of it as soon as possible! Senior sister!" Mo Wendong's palm moved the hilt of the sand sword and ran towards Liu Zangyue. Liu Zangyue also pulled out the long sword around her waist. But the power of the sand sword was already extremely human. Liu Zangyue's sword was lifted up for a moment, and dust began to spread out from the tip of the sword.

At this moment, he was wearing a white Taoist robe and came with purple thunder.

Mo Wendong also stopped moving slightly, raised his head suddenly, his eyes turned bloody, "Murong Haoyue!"

"I will never allow you to hurt anyone!" Murong Haoyue shouted: "I earned my life to hurt him, the world!"

A river of thunder rushes out from the thunder sword, smashing the sand sword to pieces!

"But how can the world treat me well? We have treated us well!" Mo Wendong Yinyi danced wildly, and the sand and dust scattered all over the sky gathered again, which was exactly the same as the thunder sword controlled by Murong Haoyue, and it was also a flying sword!

However, Murong Haoyue's sword came from the sky.

And Mo Wendong's sword comes from the desert.

Thunder and earth collide!

Yao sword technique breaks!

Thunder Sword Break!

"Li Yuan!" Mo Haochen, who arrived, then raised his hand and turned into a first-class abyss pool, wrapping Murong Haoyue. Mo Wendong just raised his finger and bounced a gap in the abyss pool, which could be regarded as a spark of life for Murong Haoyue. The true energy that should have gone straight to Murong Haoyue's heart vein was affected by Li Yuan and the flow, deviated towards Murong Haoyue's shoulders.

But it also made the Li Yuan water turn red in an instant.

The white robe also turned into a bloody robe.

In the blink of an eye, the immortal collapses!

At this moment, Mo Wendong could no longer see the person blocking the road, and he was about to fall his last finger.

A must-kill one finger!

"Get up!" Mo Haochen had already arrived in front of Murong Haoyue. With a wave of the whisk, he controlled the blood of Li Yuan, scattered into blood-colored chess pieces, and moved the chess pieces to pour towards Mo Wendong's fingertips. But Mo Wendong's fingertips were still moving forward as if they were touching nothing. The blood chess burst one after another, splashing his and Mo Haochen's faces into blood red.

Seeing this finger, it was about to touch Mo Haochen's eyebrows.

There was a hand holding his wrist.

Don’t ask the east killing spirit to disperse, “Ye Jue.”

He is actually the patriarch of the Luoshen clan in Xizhou, and Luoshen Luo Yeci, who is admired by hundreds of people, sighed and said, "Stop."

Mo Wendong asked, "Even you want to stop me?"

"In my opinion, everything you have made is the most wrong decision, and it must be the same for Mo Wendong back then. And now you are killing Mo Wendong back then." Luo Yeci said in a deep voice: "If you don't stop, you will definitely regret it."

"Kill me back then?" Mo Wendong was slightly stunned and smiled bitterly, "Mo Wendong back then had already died. And the thing I regretted the most has happened in the past! If I hadn't done anything for this, I would definitely not be able to forgive myself!"

Luo Yeci's pupils tightened slightly.

Now she realized that the person in front of her is no longer the boy who once resolutely went to the fairy tomb to play chess for the sake of the world.

But was he guilty of the people, or did this people let him down?

Mo Wendong looked up slightly and asked again, "Do you really want to stop me?"

Luo Yeci sighed: "I really can't bear to see you are here to fight and kill innocent people."

"Then you can bury them with them too!" Mo Wendong raised his hand suddenly, took all the cold air of protecting the body, condensed it into his palm, and slapped Luo Yeci's forehead, but when he was about to touch her, he stopped and brushed his long hair like a waterfall to his waist.

"I'm old, but you're still so young." Mo Wendong withdrew his hand.

"Is it too early to talk about old age?" Luo Yeci said softly.

"It's getting late, after all, it's a dying person." Mo Wendong glanced at everyone around him and finally stopped at Mo Haochen.

At this time, Mo Haochen was gritting his teeth, his eyes were like poisonous arrows, looking at him coldly.

"At that time, whether it is the young man in his prime or the old man who is still breathing in the couch, he will disappear from this world together." Mo Wendong withdrew his gaze and turned around, "Ye Ci, this day will come eventually. Do you really want to use the friendship between you and me to save their lives for the moment?"

Luo Yeci nodded, "But what I want to save the most is you."

Mo Wendong seemed to have not heard it, "Okay. If you insist on exhausting this friendship here, I will be the lonely person who is truly careless, which is great."

"In this way, I don't have to worry about anything."

After leaving this sentence, Mo Wendong just left in the wind and sand.

He left hatred for everyone.

Leaves sadness to Luo Yeci.

But I took away my obsession.

Never look back.

Never look back.

Luo Yeci looked at Luo Feiyu.

"You're back."

Luo Feiyu bowed his head, "The Goddess of Luo."

"It seems that when you go out this far, you will not only gain vision and strength, but also a group of good friends." Luo Yeci exclaimed.

"Can Luo Shen find a place for me to heal my wounds first?" Luo Feiyu couldn't help but say, "I can't hold it anymore." After saying this, he lay on the ground. Fortunately, Ren Shaohua caught him in time.

Luo Yeci nodded, "You are a guest from afar, so you might as well go to the Luoshen tribe's habitat for a while and make plans."

"The senior brother is seriously injured. I have to find a secluded person to use the exclusive immortal replenishment technique in Wudang Mountain to heal him." Mo Haochen took Murong Haoyue away without waiting for everyone to answer.

Luo Feiyu muttered, "Hey? This little brat."

"His senior brother's injury is indeed not within the range that the Luoshen clan can treat." Luo Yeci raised his hand to stop Luo Feiyu and looked at Mo Haochen's back, "Let him go."

After a long look, she finally let go of her suspicion.

"How could it be him? He is dead."
Chapter completed!