Chapter 119

A long white dress flutters in the wind, with 3000 ink hair falling gently. With a delicate and dusty face, it is clear that she is only a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, but her air is extremely cool!

"Mo Qingge!" Jiang Yuan suspended in the air, looked down at Mo Qingge, disdained to say, "do you know how to come out and die?"

"You captured the silver pupil, didn't you?" Mo Qingge is too lazy to pay attention to him. He just wants to confirm this problem.

"Oh, yes." Jiang Yuan is not afraid to admit, "that little beast is useful at least. It's a good place to die when you die. If you save him, it's not only unnecessary but also harmful to you. Why

He didn't expect that moqingge would fight against him for the sake of a teenager. Are you tired of living?

"Beast Mo Xing scolded coldly.

"Jiangyuan, you old man, you are so inhuman!" Yunran couldn't help raising his voice and scolding.

Listen to him personally admit, Mo Qingge's eyes, gradually become blood red, become cold.

"Stars sink, clouds dye." Mo Qingge turned his head and said in a low voice, "don't leave the broken temple and guard the silver pupil. I'll clean up this old thing!"

Her finger bone is creaking. She can't help it.

"Miss!"

"Qingge!"

Before they finished, Mo Qingge touched the ground with her toes and rose in the air. Seeing the situation, all the disciples raised their weapons and surrounded her.

Mo Qingge's lips are slightly crooked. He smiles quietly. His wrist is silvery. He turns into a long sword in an instant. His skill is very agile. He wipes the necks of more than ten disciples between the lightning and flint.

"Ah

"Ah..."

The next second, the sword turned into a bow and arrow, three arrows fired at the same time, instantly killed several dark guards hiding in the dark.

Before she could react, the bow and arrow turned into a dagger, one by one, and she cut her throat at the sight of blood, but she didn't touch a trace of blood with her bare hands, as if she had killed her eyes.

"Yunran, I'm guarding inside. You help my sister!" Mo Xingshen bit his lower lip and looked anxiously at the situation above.

"Well, be careful yourself." Yunran couldn't sit still, so he jumped up to help Mo Qingge kill people together.

These respectable people, regardless of black and white, are damned!

Jiang Yuan stared at Mo Qingge's mysterious objects changing, without blinking.

Sure enough, he didn't lose sight of it. It's really the best Xuan ware. It can change so many shapes. He has never seen such a Xuan ware before.

Mo Qingge killed all the disciples who stood in front of Jiangyuan's front door. He looked indifferent to him.

The hair conditioner behind Jiang Yuan was about to start, but he stopped it with a gesture.

"Little girl, I'm not good at it. There's something interesting about it." Jiang Yuan sneered.

The reason why he just didn't do it himself and let Mo Qingge kill is to see how powerful her mysterious weapon is.

I didn't expect it. It's beyond his expectation!

Mo Qingge holds the long gun in his hand and aims at Jiang Yuan's face with a scornful smile: "old man, what you want is not my bracelet?"

"Look at you, you are not too stupid." Jiang Yuan gave a smile and said, "I'll give it to you with my hands. Maybe, I'll be merciful, and I can still leave you a whole corpse!"

"Well, since you want it, you can take it yourself if you have the ability." Mo Qingge hummed coldly, but he didn't talk to him. Holding a long cannon, he ran to the front door of Jiangyuan.

Jiangyuan didn't know that the long barrel gun was a long-range attack weapon, so she suddenly rushed over. Jiangyuan didn't feel that something was wrong, so she put her hand in front of her.

Who knows, as soon as we get to Jiangyuan's front door, the long barrel gun in Moqing's singer disappears in an instant and returns to a bracelet.

She smiles indifferently. Xuanli condenses her palm. In a moment, she urges the golden charm in her palm. In an instant, she bursts out a terrible and powerful force and rushes to Jiangyuan's face.

Uncle Huang left her the curse of killing people, but she has not forgotten it. She is waiting for this moment to use it!

"Jiang Yuan, go to hell!"

Between the heaven and the earth, the wind and cloud change color, the earth moves and the mountains shake, the light is the residual power to suppress, then lets the human hair stand on end.

Jiang Yuan was horrified when he realized something was wrong, but he was too close to dodge. He could only draw a disciple in front of him.

"Ah..."

Bang——

The huge shock made the disciple's body fly to ashes in an instant. The strength still passed through Jiangyuan's body, threw his whole body out and fell to the ground heavily.

"Poof..."

A mouthful of blood gushed out. At this time, Jiangyuan's chest was pierced by a blood hole. Although it was not the heart position, it was bleeding continuously. His clothes were ragged and his face was covered with dust. There was no such thing as the head of a clan.

The onlookers were also shocked, and their strength was poor. They were even shocked to death.

Their patriarch is the strength of nine star Xuan king. How could he be so seriously injured by this blow?

Just now, what happened?

"Jiang Yuan, go to hell!" Suddenly, Mo Qingge, holding a long sword, comes after him. His blood red eyes are full of killing.

Jiang Yuan was seriously injured, and his internal organs seemed to have been broken. He sat down in the same place and couldn't move. Looking at the oncoming danger, he was foolish.

"Qingge!"

Just as Mo Qingge's sword was about to fall, an urgent voice called her.

She turned her head and saw Jiang Mu wearing a green shirt, standing not far away, with a little surprise and pain between her eyebrows.

His voice, as warm as jade, as clear as a spring, seems unwilling to see all this happen.

"Dusk early..." see river dusk early, Mo Qingge mood, just a little calm some.

Although she hated Jiang Yuan and the Lord's mansion, she didn't want to involve her hatred in Mu Chu.

After all, he didn't know anything.

At the beginning of the evening of the river, the clouds came lightly. In his clear eyes, he was imploring, as if he were imploring her not to kill his father.

"Dusk beginning..." see him approach, Mo Qingge is about to say what, who knows next second!

Wheezing——

The juechen knife in Jiang Mu Chu's hand pierced her chest without changing her face. She was caught off guard by the sudden action.

Blood all over the place!

"Ah..."

She was not unprepared, but she never thought that she would be unprepared for this person.

She defends all the people in the Lord's mansion. In the end, she is the only one who doesn't defend and stabs her!

But at this time, the warm affection in Jiang Mu Chu's eyes disappeared, she saw the heartless, and indifference!

This river is strange to her.

"Qingge!"

"Miss!" Cloud dye and ink star sink all anxious eye.

What is Jiang muchu doing?

"Jiang Mu Chu..." Mo Qingge's thin and white hand covered his bleeding chest, and asked, "what do you mean?"