"Haha, beauty, let me love you." Liu Yueqiong's eyes were lustful, and her naked gaze seemed to strip Fang Rou of all her clothes.
Fang Rou's beautiful face turned pale, and she stepped back. She stumbled even more when she was tripped by the threshold of the living room behind her.
"Hahahaha." Liu Yueqiong's eyes became more evil. What he admired most was the way those women looked panicked and helpless in front of him, which could completely arouse the possessive desire in his heart.
"Beasts, how dare you?" Zhang Ji suddenly forced back the two sixth-level spirit sword masters with a sword, and shot towards Liu Yueqiong, but a thick sword energy shot out diagonally, blocking his path.
Two sixth-level spirit sword masters took the opportunity to step forward and trap him again, and it was the old seventh-level spiritual sword master who took action.
The two Black Wind Iron Guards rushed out of the battle group with their broken arms, trying to intercept Liu Yueqiong. A trace of disdain flashed in Liu Yueqiong's eyes: "Seeking death!"
Drawing his sword and slashing horizontally, the fifth-level spirit sword master's strength was undoubtedly revealed. The two Black Wind Iron Guards and the swords in their hands were instantly torn in half. There was no longer any obstacle in front of Liu Yueqiong, and he strode into the living room.
Fang Rou leaned against the table deep in the hall behind her and looked at Liu Yueqiong who walked in in panic.
"Hey, beauty, how about we worship here and get married? The tribute candles are all available. Is this your dead father? Tsk tsk, the elders are also here." Liu Yueqiong looked at the table with a lewd smile.
The memorial tributes placed on the altar made his eyes light up immediately.
Fang Rou was so ashamed and angry that the man in front of her was so slutty that he could even say such damning words in the mourning hall!
A thin figure stopped in front of Liu Yueqiong, raising the tip of his sword and pointing it directly at the opponent's throat. Liu Yueqiong frowned, looked at the child in front of him who was not yet as long as the sword, snorted softly, flicked his finger, and filled the sword.
Angry fingers flicked to the tip of the sword in front of him.
But just when his finger was about to reach the target, the tip of the sword suddenly swung down and strangely circled his finger. With a stabbing sound, a tear was cut in the placket on his chest. Liu Yueqiong broke out in a cold sweat and almost broke out in a cold sweat.
He was disemboweled, but was quickly replaced by shame and anger: "Little bastard! For the sake of your sister, I wanted to keep you alive, but since you want to die, I will let you die!"
He suddenly pulled out his spiritual sword and slashed it straight down on Fang Ping's head. The fifth-level spiritual sword master's sword energy was completely released.
"No!" Fang Rou was filled with fear. Although Fang Ping's sword skills have improved a lot these days, she will never be spared from the sword of a fifth-level spirit sword master!
But a jet of black sword energy shot out from outside the door. It hit Liu Yueqiong's sword first, knocking the sword energy aside and slashing it to the ground next to Fang Ping's body. The hard marble
The floor suddenly cracked.
Liu Yueqiong was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the old seventh-level spirit sword master who had appeared at the door of the hall with murderous intent.
The old man put his hands behind his back and did not take Liu Yueqiong's threat to heart. He said calmly: "This man is the heir to the title of Marquis of Dingbei designated by the imperial court. It will be very troublesome to kill him."
Liu Yueqiong's eyes flickered, and finally he snorted angrily: "Get out of here!"
He kicked Fang Ping in the chest, causing him to vomit blood and fly backwards. The old man frowned slightly, but in the end he did not stop him and watched coldly.
With no more obstacles on the way forward, Liu Yueqiong waved his sleeves and walked towards Fang Rou.
"Don't come over here!"
The cold light suddenly appeared, Fang Rou pulled out a short sword from her sleeve, put it against her neck, and shouted with a look of absolute determination.
Liu Yueqiong stopped walking, looked at Fang Rou, her eyes gradually darkened, and said solemnly: "There is no woman that I like yet who can disobey my will. Since you are the first offender, I will give you a chance and put down the sword."
I will pretend that nothing happened, otherwise I will make you regret being a woman in this life!"
Fang Rou bit her lower lip tightly, her right hand holding the sword tighter, and her white neck was scratched with blood by the sharp blade.
Liu Yueqiong's eyes narrowed slightly: "Don't think that you can be freed by death. There is only one way to brew your body, which will definitely make you more desperate than if you were alive!"
Fang Rou's body was shaking violently, and the fear in her heart had reached the extreme. The man in front of her was simply the incarnation of the devil.
Liu Yueqiong's eyes lit up, and he caught Fang Rou at the moment when his mind was taken away and thrust out with his sword. A small sword energy flashed away.
Fang Rou groaned in pain, the dagger fell to the ground, and a blood mark appeared on the back of her right hand. Before she could react and was about to pick up the sword again, Liu Yueqiong was already standing in front of her, locking her neck and pressing her body down.
He leaned back and his entire upper body lay on the altar table.
He reached out and pulled off the veil on Fang Rou's face, revealing a delicate face flushed with pain to the air. The poignant appearance revealed a thrilling beauty that made people want to ravage her.
Liu Yueqiong's breathing suddenly became rapid, the violent factors in his body revived one after another, and his eyes began to turn red, releasing a beast-like luster.
The old man at the door of the living room frowned slightly, knowing that his young master's animalistic desires had completely exploded, and he would go crazy and deny all his relatives. He flicked his robe sleeves and was about to leave, but just as he turned around, a creepy cold aura filled his senses.
It flashed by, and then he heard a miserable howl, and the owner of that voice was Liu Yueqiong!
The old man suddenly turned around, and his pupils shrank violently at the scene he saw. He saw that their young master's entire left arm was missing, and his intact right hand was holding his left arm, wailing in a tragic manner.
"Who?" the old man shouted loudly.
But what answered him was an even stronger aura of coldness, which came towards him very quickly. The old man who was already alert roared, and activated the spirit sword of the spirit body guard. The huge black turtle phantom was almost invincible.
When he shrouded it, he saw a violent tremor on it, and a shocking deep depression appeared on it, as if it was about to collapse after being struck by an invisible sword. And the old man in the aura groaned in pain, and there was a deep depression on it.
A long and thin wound appeared, and blood spurted out!
"Eighth-level strongman?!" The old man covered the wound on his neck and stepped back quickly, looking at the door of the hall in horror. A young man appeared there at an unknown time, pointing his long sword diagonally at the ground.
"No! Why is there no sword energy fluctuation?" The old man looked in disbelief.
Looking at the old man, Mo Wen felt slightly disappointed. After all, his cultivation was not as good as that of a seventh-level spirit sword master. Although "Leng Yue" could kill a seventh-level spirit sword master, if the opponent was on guard or had a spirit sword that focused on defense,
He can still take a sword with all his strength.
"Who are you? The Qingcheng Liu family is here to handle business. Please respect yourself!" the old man shouted in a low voice, with a deep threat in his words.
Mo Wen glanced at him coldly: "Get out!"
The old man's breath was stagnant. He didn't expect that the young man in front of him was not afraid of the power of the Liu family in Qingcheng. He was immediately very angry. However, thinking of the ghost-like sword just now, most of the anger in his chest immediately dissipated, and he said in a harsh voice: "Your Excellency, don't be too angry.
That’s too much! Although our Qingcheng Liu family is not a wealthy family, we are not people who can be bullied!"
"Then you can bully others?" Mo Wen asked with a sneer.
The old man's words were stagnant, and he was extremely angry. Who in Qingzhou wouldn't look at the expressions of the Liu family in Qingcheng? Even the lord of Qingzhou didn't dare to openly quarrel with the Liu family, but today he was raped by a man who appeared out of nowhere.
The young man with unfathomable strength was humiliated repeatedly. Not only did the young master have his arm cut off, but he also almost had his head cut off! What is the young man in front of him relying on to be so confident?
Mo Wen stared at him coldly: "If you don't retreat within ten breaths, we will kill them all!"
The old man's face changed. With the young man's weird swordsmanship just now, it would not be difficult to kill them. The situation in front of him has been completely reversed. If he persists, he will only suffer the immediate loss. He gritted his teeth and said: "Today's gift, I come from the Qingcheng Liu family."
I will pay you back in full!"
He hastily bandaged the wound on his neck, turned around and picked up Liu Yueqiong, who had fainted from the pain, picked up his broken arm, and then quickly left the living room. Soon, the sound of fighting outside the hall stopped, and there was a heavy sound of horse hooves.
Go far away.
Until the opponent was far away from the spiritual range, Mo Wen's whole body relaxed, and he felt a sense of exhaustion in his body. The two "Leng Yue" moves had completely drained the sword energy from his body, and his mind was also very consumed. If the old man had been more courageous,
, the secret will definitely be revealed.
The mess left by the Liu family in Qingcheng was quickly cleared up. The losses this time were huge for the city lord's palace. Half of the hundreds of Black Wind Iron Guards were lost, and everyone who remained was injured, and a considerable number of them were seriously injured and disabled.
There are only twenty or thirty people left who can have combat power in the future. Fortunately, the nine spirit sword masters used sword formations to fight against the enemy and were not damaged. Otherwise, without the deterrence of these high-end forces, the situation just achieved in Feishi City would fall apart.
"Mr. Wen, I'm afraid I have to keep you for another month." Zhang Ji said with a wry smile as he was supported by his subordinates.
Mo Wen nodded and did not refuse. The disaster in the City Lord's Mansion was indirectly caused by him. He must give them an explanation. In fact, looking at Zhang Ji's current state, he was injured many times in a row. His internal organs and meridians were injured again and again.
It left serious hidden dangers, and even if it healed, it would still leave hidden wounds, and it may not be able to be healed in another month. Thinking of this, Mo Wen felt even more regretful, and hesitated for a moment and said: "I was about to stay in Feishicheng for a little longer.
It’s okay to wait until your injury heals before leaving.”
Zhang Ji's expression relaxed, and Fang Rou's face showed joy.
Mo Wen changed his tone and continued: "However, I also have some personal matters to deal with. I have to go to the mountains every day. I'm afraid I won't be able to spare much time to teach the young Marquis swordsmanship."
"Into the mountain?" Zhang Jifang and Roujun were startled.
Mo Wen nodded without explaining too much, and the two of them didn't ask any more questions, thinking that the other party was going to the mountain to practice, but the two of them were inevitably worried.
"How long will Mr. Wen be away every day?" Zhang Ji asked.
"I will leave at Si hour (9 am - 11 am) and return at Shen time (15 o'clock - 17 o'clock)."
Zhang Ji frowned deeply. Since then, Mo Wen was not in the city during the day. If he encountered a situation like today again, he would not be able to get out of the siege. After thinking for a while, he made a decision in his heart and took out a metal tube as thick as a thumb from his arms.
Pull the bottom toward the sky.
The metal copper made a muffled sound, and a stream of light shot out. It reached a high altitude and exploded with a bang. Red flames shot out and gradually formed a huge fiery red cloud, which was extremely conspicuous.
"This is the police cannon used by our Zhao Kingdom's border troops to signal and warn. It can be seen within a radius of fifty miles. Mr. Wen, please do not leave the warning range of this thing."
Mo Wen frowned. Fifty miles only involved the forests on the edge of the Great Wilderness Mountain, but he had no better way, so he nodded and agreed.dd