Mo Yanhong thought so in his heart, but without saying a word, he drew out his long sword and stabbed towards Mu Cheng.
The sixth rank of swordsman is not bad in a small place like Cangshan City, but he is really sorry for his title as the son of a family in the capital.
If it was normal, with the actual combat experience gained from fighting powerful beasts, it would be easy for Mu Cheng to defeat him, but now that his body is covered with bruises, and he is about to lose his grip on the sword, Mu Cheng is naturally no match.
With a flash of sword light, the long sword that Mu Cheng reluctantly raised was knocked away by Mo Yanhong. The next moment, the cold long sword pierced his shoulder again, where it was the same wound just now.
"What a cruel heart!" Seeing Mo Yanhong's vicious sword, everyone felt a little sympathy for Mu Cheng.
Mu Cheng's whole body trembled in pain, and he didn't even have the sound of groaning and shouting for pain, but he still gritted his teeth and insisted not to fall down.
"I thought it was amazing, but that's all. Now you are convinced. As long as you kneel down and beg for mercy, I will let you live." His opponent is not very glorious, only by letting Mu Cheng lie down in front of him like a dog and beg for mercy, can he really regain his face, so he said with a smirk.
"Bah, with your strength, you want me to be convinced and have... a dream!" Mu Cheng panted heavily, and cursed through gritted teeth.
Seeing that Mu Cheng still didn't give in despite being so injured, Mo Yanhong felt even more humiliated, the veins on his forehead bulged up, and he whipped his long sword fiercely.
"Kah, kah..." The sound of bones breaking was also heard in everyone's ears, and blood was sprayed out again.
"Are you convinced now?" Mo Yanhong roared angrily.
"Dissatisfied." Mu Cheng's face was already distorted in pain, but he still squeezed out two words from between his teeth.
"Okay, okay, let's see how long you can be tough!" Mo Yanhong's eyes flashed with anger, and a ball of silver light exploded on the long sword, obviously he was going to strike hard.
"Stop!" The surrounding crowd couldn't bear to watch anymore, and shouted at the same time.
Although most of them don't have much cultivation, but they have never eaten pork and seen pigs running, so they still have some knowledge.
Mu Cheng's broken shoulder bone could be cured as long as he had the right medicine, but if Mo Yanhong's sword pierced his shoulder bone, his shoulder bone would definitely be shattered into slag, and there would be no cure at all.
As a swordsman, if the hand holding the sword is abolished, this life will be completely over, which is more cruel than killing him.
Putting right and wrong aside, Mu Cheng's unyielding and perseverance had completely convinced them, and no one wanted to see him end up like this.
Mo Yanhong would not take these ants seriously, let alone stop because of a word from them. Seeing that they were actually leaning towards Mu Hanyan, he was even more annoyed, and the hostility in his eyes became a little stronger.
Seeing that Mo Yanhong was about to abolish Mu Cheng, Wu Qiyun finally pulled up his last bit of strength, jumped up from the ground and rushed towards Mo Yanhong.
"Hmph, there's another one asking for trouble, and it will be your turn in a while." Of course Mo Yanhong would not pay attention to Wu Qiyun, who was at the end of his battle, and kicked him as he said viciously.
This kick hit his chest, Wu Qiyun groaned and flew upside down, before he landed, he vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, obviously seriously injured.
If it wasn't for Mo Yanhong's scruples about the Wu family, this kick would have killed him.