"Qingmiao" smiled at the sky and looked at Mo Yun who was standing still, and felt that he was in an unprecedented mood.

"No matter how genius you are or how prominent your family is, as long as you are not strong enough, you will still have to die!"

"Everyone in this world will die! Why not let me kill them all, but be happy!"

Qingmeng stared at Mo Yun, who was controlled by Wen Shuling, who stood still, and walked over with a sneer.

One step, two steps, three steps.

When he reached about ten meters away from Mo Yun, Qingmian slowly stopped.

"Why are you not here?" Mo Yun asked coldly.

"I know, after you are controlled by her, you actually have a blow. You are actually waiting for me to approach and want to kill me, right?"

Qingmeng sneered.

The bull head, who was approaching quietly, looked silent and immediately took two steps back, secretly cursing the old guy in his heart.

"Damn it."

Mo Yun felt a little worried when he saw that the other party was not deceived.

"I have said a long time ago that I have killed dozens of young boys like you, the children of a large family, the genius captain trained by the court, and the legitimate sons of the elders of the sect!"

Qingmeng laughed, "You all have one common characteristic, that is, you have no experience in the world! Maybe you are all geniuses, but you also have various weaknesses, some are greedy for money, some are lustful, some are soft-hearted, some are caring about family and friends, and some are reckless and careless..."

"In my eyes, you are like chicks! You will die if you pinch them!"

Mo Yun's face calmed down slightly.

"Maybe you think that after you come out, I will let your relatives and friends go?"

Qingmeng sneered, "I will tell you the truth. When you die, I will still kill them one by one."

"Are you finished speaking?" Mo Yun suddenly said.

"It's almost done. When you completely lose the ability to control your body, I will kill you. I won't give you any chance."

Qing's face showed a sarcastic smile.

"We two will take action together?" Niu Tou approached Mo Yun from behind.

"No hurry, wait a little longer."

"Do you do it, he's already restricted."

"If you are anxious, let's do it first, I will hold you back." Qingmeng sneered.

"Hard-difficult, too much nonsense."

The bull head next to him finally couldn't bear it. He grabbed the knife in his hand and slashed it from behind to Mo Yun's head!

In his opinion, Qingmian was a waste of time. Why are you talking nonsense to this kid?

Even if he really has the ability to have a blow, under Wen Shuling's restrictions, if the two of them work together, he will still die!

Talking nonsense here is a total waste of time!

The old guy Qingmian is a perverted murderer who is trashing all day long just to satisfy his disgusting hobbies.

He had long disliked this old guy!

He had already anticipated the scene where Mo Yun was cut in half by himself. Even if Mo Yun still had the ability to move, he would definitely not be able to react when approaching from behind and killing him with one blow!

At this moment, Mo Yun suddenly lowered his body and took a step to the right.

What?

Niu Tou's heart was shocked.

He was obviously restricted by Wen Shuling's movements. Even if he could move, he should be slow to react and could not avoid this knife no matter what!

Just as he was thinking about it, Mo Yun had already used his sword.

Puff.

The knife flashed, and before the bull's head could react, he felt a severe pain in his abdomen.

He looked down and saw that his knife was slashing on the ground, and the knife in Mo Yun's hand had been inserted straight into his abdomen.

Blood is slowly oozing out of the wound.

"how so……"

"Die."

Mo Yun's eyes were neither sad nor happy, and his right hand was gently rotated, and the blade in his hand was stirred suddenly.

Guru...

The bull's head felt like there was fire in his belly, and then he saw that the blade inserted into his body turned orange.

The flames suddenly rose, and his internal organs, along with their fat and flesh, were burned by the flames, and they were stirred into a broken ball.

"No!"

The bull's hair let out a twisted and shrill scream.

How could I die here!

When the bull head felt severe pain, he had completely lost control of this body. If he felt bad, he would immediately leave his body.

But Mo Yun's body shook and another knife cut his head in half.

Before the white light could rise, it broke with the brain, and the red and white flowed all over the ground. Then the body slowly fell to the ground and made a bang.

A trace of doubt flashed in Wen Shuling's indifferent pupils next to her. She stretched out her finger again and pointed at Mo Yun.

Mo Yun's expression stagnated and he stood still.

"What a fool!"

Qingmian looked at NiuTou's body with disdain, then looked at Mo Yun, confirming that he had lost the power of the attack, was completely controlled, unable to move, and couldn't help laughing:

"Actually, I have been deliberately provoking him to get your sword, but I didn't expect you to leave your strength and kill him."

"But it's good to die."

Qingmeng looked at Mo Yun who was motionless and said with a smile:

"Now, you can die with peace of mind."

I saw that Mo Yun seemed to have lost the ability to turn his head, and just stared at him with an angry light.

"Another big family son who died under my hands."

Qingmeng smiled and stretched out a pair of blood-filled palms, which suddenly turned into a black shadow and rushed towards Mo Yun.

Before the figure arrived, the sharp palm wind was already coming to my face.

When Qingmeng was young, she became famous by her palm technique. Her palms were filled with the blood of innocent people.

Seeing that Mo Yun was about to die under his palm, he couldn't help but feel excited.

Another young man in his prime died at his hands.

He likes to see such scenes the most!

Part of his body was already spasming due to excitement. Every time he killed someone, he would feel an unprecedented pleasure when he saw blood ejecting.

puff--

A pair of palms slapped the air.

The pleasure did not burst out, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Qingmian looked up in surprise and found that Mo Yun in front of him had just taken a step to the left and avoided his own death-taking palm.

"I can actually move for a while, it seems that I was struggling in the end."

As an old man who followed Jiang Xunqing very early, he knew very well about Wen Shuling's power. Her limiting ability directly acted on the spirit and soul, making people unable to defend themselves and could hardly break free.

"Die."

He sneered and slapped to the left.

brush!

Qingmian felt a sharp pain on his wrist. Before he could react, he saw a dazzling sword light flashing in front of his eyes.

The sword light is like the dazzling sun, emitting dazzling bright light and an unparalleled burning sensation.

not good!

Qingmian's thinking almost stopped. By the time he realized, his wrists had broken at the same root.

The severe pain instantly wrapped him up.

ah!

Qingmeng roared in pain, and the true energy under her feet condensed and she suddenly retreated backwards.

Puff.
To be continued...