The Lord of Ghost

Mo Li smiled and held up two fingers:

"Two questions."

"What questions?" Thousands of holy land disciples, big and small, were watching the development of the situation.

"First..."

But as soon as the first syllable of the words came out, Mo Li's body, which was suppressed and excited, could no longer hold back, and summoned an extremely cold ice blade at lightning speed.

Swish!

In an instant, the cold light was exposed, but Mo Li's knife was faster.

Puff!

Blood was dripping, and the white blade easily pierced Qin Yang's chest. The splashing red condensed into a batch of ice crystals because of the cold air of the ice blade.

"You are called Qin Yang, right!"

He chose the second way. He wanted to see whether the so-called protagonist could be killed and put the truth into practice.

The onlookers of Xuanyang Holy Land, whether they were in the open or hidden in the void, did not react at all.

Because Mo Li changed his expression so quickly, everyone thought he was going to reason, but he didn't expect him to just start.

"Stop!"

Someone shouted angrily in the void.

The classic scene of asking for help was staged, and the crisis was often resolved!

Mo Li naturally heard it, but his choice was...

He chose to stab the knife in his hand deeper!

Who said that you have to stop when someone shouts stop?

Mo Li refused!

Puff!

The extremely cold ice blade inserted into Qin Yang's chest, driven by spiritual power, suddenly became cold and formed a vortex of cold explosion.

Bang!

The surging cold air condensed the surrounding air with absolute coldness, as if time was frozen.

The blood-stained red icicles were like wildly growing vines pulling out crystal ice thorns and piercing Qin Yang's flesh and blood.

Murong Qinghuan, who was protecting Qin Yang, was stunned in place, and the growing icicles pierced her tender and immature face.

Because the two stood together, the burst of spiritual energy hurt her.

Murong Qinghuan could clearly feel the fluctuation of the exploding spiritual power and the slight pain from her body.

She couldn't believe it no matter what, Mo Li actually dared to do it!

In Murong Qinghuan's cognition, Mo Li was just a dog who loved her sister, and he could be driven at will.

But!

In the moment when Murong Qinghuan's slight pain was transmitted to her brain, a more violent and more roaring sound echoed directly in her head!

Yes, when Mo Li stabbed Qin Yang to death, his other hand was not idle. The terrifying power gathered and punched Murong Qinghuan's body fiercely!

Since the two stood together, buy one get one free and solve it together.

Boom!

The budding loli, like a high-speed cannonball, blasted into the distance at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to react, and her body was embedded in the stone straight.

This woman, chattering, made her head hurt.

The moment her body flew out, Murong Qinghuan's mind was full of disbelief.

Mo Li actually dared to resist! Dare to hurt her!

This is far beyond Murong Qinghuan's understanding.

Isn't he the suitor of sister Murong Xue? I am Murong Xue's sister!

But the pain from the flesh kept reminding her of the fact that Mo Li really dared to kill her!

Anger and grievance intertwined in her heart. From childhood to adulthood, Murong Qinghuan has always been the center of attention wherever he goes? In addition, her appearance is very good, but it is just in bud, so there are many suitors!

When has she ever suffered such grievances?

Thoughts turned around the squeezed wound, Murong Qinghuan swore that she would tell her sister all the cruel crimes of Mo Li!

From now on, he will not get any mercy from sister Murong Xue! Not even a glance!

Forever!