Originally, he didn't want to break the face with the Wu family, so he was very measured in his previous actions, avoiding the vital points of the two of them. Who would have thought that these two people were so fierce and fearless of death, and if this dragged on, Mo Yanhong might go crazy, so he didn't care about showing mercy to the Wu family.
His situation is different from that of Dai Songling. Dai Songling is just a manager hired by the Mo family with a lot of money. As soon as the appointment book arrives, he will be free again, and he must think about the future in everything. He was a retainer of the Mo family for generations, if he made the young master unhappy, there was no need to say anything. In the future, if Mo Yanhong killed him in a fit of anger, he would have no choice but to accept his fate.
Hearing his order, the other guards had a murderous look on their faces at the same time.
"Don't worry, don't worry, I haven't watched enough yet, play slowly until they are exhausted, and then I will clean them up properly." Mo Yanhong waved his hand, like a cat catching a mouse Looking at Mu Cheng and Wu Qiyun, he said with a smile on his face.
Since he was a child, this was the first time he had suffered such a loss. He even had to swallow his breath when several of his subordinates had their tendons and hamstrings broken. His inexplicable timidity when facing Mu Hanyan made him even more ashamed.
Killing Mu Cheng and Wu Qiyun like this is too cheap for them. He wants to torture them slowly, humiliate them slowly, and trample them underfoot. Only in this way can he vent his hatred.
Moreover, Mu Hanyan didn't show up now, most likely because he was afraid of Dai Songling's strength and hid in the room without showing his face. Then, in front of him, ravage his servants as much as you want, and let him taste the feeling of fear. Maybe after seeing his own methods, that guy would be so scared that he would pee his pants even if he didn't know.
Hehe, Mo Yanhong couldn't help laughing out at YY's pitiful appearance of Mu Hanyan trembling and hiding in the room peeking out.
After listening to his orders, the guards were not in a hurry to kill them, they surrounded Mu Cheng and Wu Qiyun, with the long sword in their hands avoiding the vital points, stabbing at the two of them non-stop.
The clothes were unknowingly soaked in blood, and the strength in their bodies was also rapidly consumed. Both Mu Cheng and Wu Qiyun's faces were pale, and their hands holding the sword were getting weaker and weaker. Their numb legs seemed to no longer belong to them. , trembling constantly.
Mu Hanyan hasn't come out yet, so he must not have overcome the crisis yet, but Yan Yuchu has not shown up for a long time, and he is probably on the verge of breaking through.
Alas, how come it's such a coincidence that the two of them reached the breakthrough bottleneck at the same time? Mu Cheng and Wu Qiyun groaned secretly in their hearts, but they had to persevere desperately.
In front of his eyes, the sword light suddenly flashed. The guard on the opposite side probably overestimated Wu Qiyun's state at this time, and stabbed at his heart with a sword. This sword was not fast, nor powerful. According to the previous situation, Wu Qiyun could have blocked it, but the two of them had fought bloody battles for so long, and they were already at the end of their strength, and their consciousness was a little fuzzy.
Seeing the sword piercing his vitals, Wu Qiyun didn't react at all.
"Be careful." Mu Cheng raised his strength forcefully, and knocked Wu Qiyun away with one step. And the sword edge that was supposed to stab Wu Qi's heart, also stabbed hard into his shoulder.
"Choke!" The long sword fell to the ground, and Mu Cheng staggered and fell to the ground.
And Wu Qiyun was knocked into the air by him, and he couldn't get up again.
Both of them have tried their best, exhausting the last bit of strength in their bodies.
"I thought how long you guys could last, it's really disappointing that you can't get up so soon." Mo Yanhong stepped forward, grinned grinningly, and stepped on Mu Cheng's injured shoulder .
With the concentration of energy, blood spurted out like a fountain.