"Okay! This is your own choice, don't regret it!"

Wu Xing's lips were filled with a cruel and cruel smile, and he waved his hand. Hundreds of people attacked Mu Qingqian like wild beasts waiting to be caught by the feeding machine.

All people!

It was like crazy, and it was about to tear the boy in front of him.

Mu Qingqian sacrificed the Qinghong Sword.

The blue sword body flashed with a cold aura.

Wu Xing had never seen that sword before. Judging from the appearance of the sword, it was no different from an ordinary weapon.

Wu Xing didn't think much about it either.

After all, it is normal for me to play with my own sword.

Wu Xing could not have imagined it.

That is the Qinghong Sword transformed by Lianli Branch!

The second largest magic sword on the ranking of magic weapons and weapons.

The Qinghong Sword waved repeatedly in Mu Qingqian's hands, flashing countless green lights, falling on the assassin's body, and the knife was fatal.

If the competition between experts at the same stage is the more numerous, the side will naturally win.

Especially Mu Qingqian is now fighting against a hundred.

If it weren't for the Qinghong Sword in her hand, she would have fallen down long ago.

Wu Xing calculated the time, a quarter of an hour!

Luo Qi will not have the strength to fight if he persists for a quarter of an hour at most.

But a quarter of an hour passed, and half an hour passed, and Luo Qi had not fallen yet.

Hundreds of Huang Ling masters, thirty died.

Wu Xing stared at Luo Qi's figure that was constantly shaking, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

She winked at the people behind her.

Several men in black understood and hid quietly.

This scene fell into Mu Qingqian's eyes, and her heart was slightly sunk.

This time, I am afraid I am doomed.

Several iron claw ropes suddenly stretched out in the bushes.

Mu Qingqian waved the Qinghong sword to avoid the iron claw rope.

Bang!

Two iron claws directly wrapped around her ankles.

Pull it hard behind.

Mu Qingqian held the Qinghong Sword and drew a deep gully on the ground.

She cut off the iron chain on her feet with a sword.

Wu Xing raised his eyebrows, "It seems that you are very capable."

She saw the opportunity and suddenly took action, and a light hit Mu Qingqian's chest.

Mu Qingqian's body trembled for a moment, and a huge pain came.

Before she could react, the iron claw ropes on both sides floated out again.

Click!

Click!

She wore it directly on her pipa bone.

Mu Qingqian's arms were so painful.

Blood kept flowing down her body, dyeing her white corset red.

A feeling of powerlessness suddenly came from my body.

Mu Qingqian knew that penetrating the pipa bone would make people unable to use their strength and would not be able to use their martial arts.

The sharp five-finger iron claws pierced deeply into her flesh and bones, rolling red meat and flowing unstoppable blood.

At that moment, Mu Qingqian was a little confused.

She only felt sweet and greasy throat, and she vomited out a mouthful of blood.

The remaining seventy Huang Ling masters will no longer attack.

Mu Qingqian was dragged back hard by the person in the bushes, and with a "bang", he pressed against a thousand-year-old tree.

His ankles and hands were both locked, but Mu Qingqian's eyes showed a firm look.

Wu Xing smiled and walked towards her step by step.

At some point in her hand, a dagger transformed into a star. Standing in front of Mu Qingqian, Wu Xing looked at her from a high point.

"This kind of gaze is too arrogant and really makes me feel uncomfortable."

Wu Xing's hand grabbed Mu Qingqian's chin and squeezed it hard.

The blunt pain on the chin is far less than the pain from penetrating the pipa bones, and the ankles and wrists.

Wu Xing raised his sword and fell, hissing!

The dagger stabbed into Mu Qingqian's pipa bone.
Chapter completed!