The donkey let out a sharp, ferocious laugh, like a duck being strangled by the neck.

"Hey, hey, surnamed Han, you too have today, I'm going to kill you!"

Another heavy punch hit Han Mo on the head.

Han Mo's vision went dark, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The nine-turn lightning strike jujube sword in his hand couldn't be grasped and fell out.

"My sword!"

Han Mo groaned and wanted to reach for the wooden sword.

The big donkey on the side laughed strangely and kicked the wooden sword away.

"Hehehe, do you want it? I won't let you take it!"

Han Mo, who had been beaten silently, seemed to be greatly stimulated at this time and suddenly struggled to stand up.

"Sword, my sword!"

Sai Dazhu looked at the guy and was about to stand up, but suddenly he punched Han Mo hard in the stomach.

Sai DaZhu was covered in hundreds of kilograms of fat. At this moment, violent power exploded, and Han Mo was almost lifted off the ground.

puff!

Blood spurted out wildly, and Han Mo fell to the ground like a prawn, twitching in pain.

"Brother Han!"

Fei Yuji screamed, rushed forward, punched and kicked Sai DaZhao.

Sai DaZhu lost his temper and wanted to slap Concubine Yuji away with one palm.

The black-eyed fly saw the opportunity quickly, grabbed Sai DaZhao, and cursed in a low voice, "You are crazy, if you touch this woman, we will all die!"

Sai DaZhao, a tough guy, said in a dissatisfied voice: "It's really annoying to have these and other requirements for beating people!"

With that said, he kicked Han Mo hard as he fell to the ground, ready to vent his anger.

puff!

Han Mo spat out a mouthful of blood again, and his eyes seemed to be a little distracted. He was covered in bruises and blood, almost turning into a bloody man.

But despite this, he still persisted and crawled towards the wooden sword little by little.

"My sword..."

This guy!

Sai DaZhu was so angry that he even raised his leg to kick Han Mo.

A broken wooden sword, what is there to care about?

The black-eyed fly on the side stopped the big pig again.

The black-eyed fly shook his head slightly, "Let him go!"

At this time, Han Mo, dripping with blood, finally slowly crawled to the wooden sword, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and held the wooden sword tightly.

The blood flowing out of Han Mo's hand soaked the wooden sword bit by bit.

However, he held it tightly, held it...

Seeing Han Mo's reaction, Sai DaZhu and Lv HuoDa felt inexplicably irritated.

Damn it, why does this guy need a wooden sword?

Damn it!

We won’t let you get what you want!

The two men looked ferocious as they rushed forward and punched and kicked Han Mo again.

Han Mo remained silent, letting the fists and kicks of the two men fall on him like raindrops. He just bent down and protected the wooden sword firmly under his body.

At this moment, he seemed to feel no pain, and Li Ping'an's plain voice could even be faintly heard in his ears.

The sword is in your hand and the road is at your feet!

You have to walk your own path, the road is blocked, and you still have a sword in your hand!

Don't throw away the sword, never throw away the sword!

This time, Black Eyed Fly did not participate in the attack on Han Mo. He pulled the heartbroken Concubine Yuji far away to avoid being accidentally injured.

Wuyanye looked at Han Mo, who was silent and resolute, silently enduring humiliation and beatings, and his eyes became complicated.

This person……

I don't know how long it took, but after beating the big pig and donkey, they finally got tired. Han Mo was no longer human, and was extremely miserable.

At this time, angry shouts finally sounded outside the woods.

"Who, what kind of person is beating up my fellow disciples here?"

Black Eyed Fly and others quickly exchanged glances.

According to the agreement, the people from the execution hall came, but now they are leaving.

"Walk!"

The black-eyed fly let go of Fei Yuji and left without hesitation.

Sai DaZhu and Donkey HuoDa also left quickly.

Before leaving, Big Donkey kicked Han Mo hard and cursed, "Trash!"

Han Mo fell motionless in a pool of blood and seemed to have no reaction to the term "trash".

However, no one noticed that Han Mo's bloody hand tightened the wooden sword in his hand.

"Justice" is always late!

After the black-eyed fly fled, the people from the execution hall arrived.

Yan Xiaojia, the leader of the execution hall, couldn't help but frowned after seeing the situation at the scene.

Concubine Yuji cried so hard that the pear blossoms were raining with rain, and she hugged Han Mo who was covered in bruises with heartache.

At this moment, Han Mo was no longer human, his body was dripping with blood, and he was extremely miserable.

These damn scoundrels!

Yan Xiaojia's eyes burst out with fierce light. Sooner or later, the execution hall will eradicate all these scourges.

But immediately, the light in his eyes went out!

What qualifications does he have to call these scoundrels?

People like Wu Yan Fei deliberately beat up Han Mo. Although he, Yan Xiaojia, was not directly instigated, he could not escape their involvement.

No, I am different from them.

Yan Xiaojia's eyes changed and became determined again.

He kept saying to himself, "The reason why I did this is to bring down the big scourge of Yun Zhong! In order to deal with the culprit, even if I use some unfair means, it doesn't matter!"

Yan Xiaojia's expression was gloomy and uncertain, and he just stood there pouting.

The other punishment hall disciples didn't know what happened, and they all looked at Yan Xiaojia cautiously.

Manager Yan, what's going on?

The murderer who beat up a fellow sect member has obviously escaped. Should they pursue him?

As disciples of the Punishment Hall, it is their bounden duty to punish evil and eliminate evil, and they should pursue the murderer.

But Manager Yan is in charge, and if he doesn't say anything, who dares to make decisions?

After a while, Manager Yan finally came to his senses. He seemed to be in a very bad mood. He waved his hand coldly and said, "The murderer has fled far away. There is no need to chase him anymore!"

As he said that, Yan Xiaojia looked at Han Mo, who was covered in injuries, with a hint of guilt and apology in his eyes. But immediately, he put away this thought, and his eyes became sharp and indifferent again.

Yan Xiaojia stepped forward, looked condescendingly at Fei Yuji and Han Mo, and said coldly: "Are you okay?"

Concubine Yuji cried so hard that the pear blossoms brought rain. She was already extremely beautiful, and now she was even more charming.

But at this moment, Fei Yuji's beautiful face showed a hint of deep hatred.

She raised her head, looked at Yan Xiaojia, and said bitterly: "I know who they are. They hurt Brother Han so much. They are so heartbroken. Please arrest them all. They are black eyes..."

Before Fei Yuji finished speaking, she was coldly interrupted by Yan Xiaojia.

"It's just a trivial matter, what's there to investigate? The Criminal Hall has no time to deal with such trivial matters!"

Fei Yuji didn't expect that Yan Xiaojia would say this.

She was stunned for a moment, and then she realized what she was doing, and her anger surged up.

"What do you call a trivial matter? Didn't you see Brother Han being beaten by them..."

Yan Xiaojia said coldly: "These injuries look very serious, but they are just flesh wounds. After two days of recovery, they will be back to their original state! There are so many big cases waiting for our punishment hall to investigate, how can we do this for just a simple person?"

Serving disciples has delayed important events!"
To be continued...