Chapter 79 Reorganize Your Language

Looking at Mo Qingkuang coming towards him, Han Meng was not moved at all.

He was born with an earth attribute physique, and his cultivation was at the Grandmaster level. His strength far exceeded that of Chen Shi, who was at the Martial Master level.

With his defense, even if he took on Lin Yang's Fire God's Wrath, it would be difficult to suffer too much damage.

What's more, Mo Qingkuang, who was not known for his attack? He let Mo Qingkuang attack him madly, but he chased in the direction of Han Yan'er's escape, and from time to time he slapped Mo Qingkuang away like a fly.

Gu Hongyi had lost his ability to move, fainted, and his whole body was bloody and fleshy, and he just collapsed on the ground.

Now he didn't particularly want to kill Mo Qingkuang. For a bloodthirsty person like him, the life of a young princess was stained on his hands, which made him more excited than Mo Qingkuang.

His pace was not fast, but it was like a leap. Each step could cover several feet. Even if Mo Qingkuang interfered from the side, it was difficult to affect him to further close the distance between him and Han Yan'er.

Feeling Han Meng's rapid approach, Han Yan'er's whole back broke out in cold sweat uncontrollably, and she accidentally tripped and fell to the ground.

Han Meng came in front of her, found her fear through her frightened eyes, and showed a cruel smile.

"What a noble and beautiful woman, but you still have to be cut in half by my horse-cutting sword like all the poor and lowly people?" Han Meng licked his scarlet tongue and raised his horse-cutting sword high.

"No, you are a princess, I have to give you some preferential treatment. Then, cut it into four pieces."

Han Yan'er almost closed her eyes in despair, but suddenly found that there was a figure in front of her.

The familiar robe was carefully selected by herself for Mo Qingkuang to wear, and it was slightly matched with the one she was wearing.

She remembered vividly that when she was choosing last night, the rapid beating in her chest seemed to jump out of her throat and show it to him.

It was Mo Qingkuang who blocked her way.

"Go! You are fast, he can't catch up with you!" Han Yan'er cried hysterically.

Mo Qingkuang's behavior made her both annoyed and happy.

She was happy that Mo Qingkuang was willing to block the sword for her and was willing to die for her. She did not misjudge him, he cared about her.

She was annoyed that Han Meng had clearly not set Mo Qingkuang as his first target, but instead made killing himself his first priority.

Mo Qingkuang didn't take this opportunity to escape quickly?

With his speed, he only needed a few breaths to get out of the danger zone and escape.

Mo Qingkuang didn't look back, but just looked at Han Meng coldly, sighing softly: "I don't have the habit of abandoning women and escaping alone."

"Hehe, you are about to die, what sweet words are there? I will fulfill the two of you, and talk together on the road to the underworld!" Looking at Mo Qingkuang's appearance, Han Meng was stunned for no reason, as if something uncontrollable was about to happen.

Then he shook his head again. There was no one around, and he had already cleared the place. Even if these three people were added together, they were not enough for him to deal with. What kind of accident could they die?

"You are dreaming! Get out! Does this princess need you to save her? Go away! I want you to live. If you die, the Ten Thousand Years Cold Jade will be gone, and everything will be gone! Get out!"

Mo Qingkuang's second-year words not only did not make Han Yan'er sick, but instead gave her a deep sense of security.

Tears fell like rain for a while, regretting why she didn't express her feelings to Mo Qingkuang.

Today, both of them are going to die here, and Han Yan'er felt miserable.

I have not experienced what love between men and women is like, and I have not unveiled the veil that has been sealed for more than ten years for the man I love.

Are you going to die like this today?

Mo Qingkuang, I will unveil you again on the road to the underworld.

"Don't worry, my sword is very fast, and I guarantee that you two will die at the same time!" The grim smile on Han Meng's face became more terrifying, and the horse-cutting style had been fully charged.

He was sure that with this sword, both Mo Qingkuang and Han Yan'er would be split in half.

"Ninth Princess, close your eyes!" Mo Qingkuang suddenly uttered a low word.

Han Yan'er stared at the back blocking her in front of her. She didn't want to close her eyes, but she didn't want to disobey her lover's request. Maybe he didn't want her to see the blood stain of him being cut in half.

Han Yan'er closed her eyes as she was told, just waiting for Han Meng's long sword to split Mo Qingkuang's body before killing her.

As soon as Han Yan'er closed her eyes, Mo Qingkuang's weak body suddenly burst out with a soaring momentum!

A powerful energy burst out from Mo Qingkuang's body. His hair and beard were flying, and his robes were fluttering.

"Possession skill!" Mo Fan shouted, and instantly took control of Mo Qingkuang's body.

Han Meng's long sword had already chopped down, with a bright sword energy, condensed as if it were real.

But "Mo Qingkuang" stretched out a white hand, and caught the sharp sword blade under Han Meng's increasingly frightened eyes.

"Clang", like the collision of metal and iron, the sharp long sword blade came into contact with "Mo Qingkuang's" white palm.

It was not as crushing as expected, breaking like tofu, but it was like being held tightly by a pair of pliers, splashing sparks.

Then, Han Meng only saw that Mo Qingkuang's originally bright and resolute eyes shrank instantly, and the white of the eyeball almost occupied the entire eye socket, leaving only a small black spot.

"You... who are you!" Han Meng suddenly felt that the situation was not good. The aura emanating from "Mo Qingkuang" was far greater than his. It was like a vast and boundless ocean, desperately destroying his dilapidated little sailboat.

He tried hard to pull the sword back from "Mo Qingkuang's" hand, but found that it didn't move at all.

He wanted to kick "Mo Qingkuang" away with his foot, but was grabbed by "Mo Qingkuang" with his other hand.

"Don't be frivolous." A cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, revealing his bloodshot white teeth.

Using his palms quietly, Han Meng kicked his restrained right leg, making the sound of bones breaking.

It turned into a piece of powder in an instant!

The severe pain made Han Meng whimper and collapse to the ground, holding his right leg that had almost no blood flowing out but was broken to the calf, and looked at Mo Qingkuang's eyes as if a devil had come.

"Mo Qingkuang" held the long sword that Han Meng had given up control in his hand, slowly turned the sword head, and touched Han Meng's heart.

"Tell me, who sent you."

Han Meng was horrified, but he still maintained his professional ethics: "I can't say."

"Really?" Mo Fan kneaded the long sword into a ball like flour in front of Han Meng.

Then he casually broke off a small piece from the top, kneaded it into iron powder, and gently fell in front of Han Meng's eyes.

The iron powder seemed to be heated up by Mo Fan, and it made a burning sound when it came into contact with Han Meng's skin.

"Ah——" Han Meng let out a shrill wail, and his originally ferocious face changed beyond recognition in an instant.

Mo Fan sneered at the corner of his mouth: "I'll give you another chance to reorganize your language."