With him as the center, time within a few feet was completely restricted.
He stood in the air, motionless, like a sculpture, holding an offensive posture with a spear.
"Goodbye, this is the fate you will force."
The corners of Mu Yu's mouth raised slightly, and the Sky Splitting Sword in his hand quickly drew across his neck.
A line of blood flew up from mid-air, and his head fell straight to the ground like a ball from the air.
With a wave of Mu Yu's palm, the sacred fire of the sun turned into a fire net, burning Zhao Feihong's head and body into ashes.
After finishing the processing, Mu Yu opened the Purple Divine Eye and quickly scanned the city, looking for traces of Duanmu Qingling.
In Haixing City, there is a remote small building.
Duanmu Qingling was sitting in a small room, her face was frowning and full of anxiety.
"What should I do? Mu Yu is still seriously injured and has no one to take care of him."
Duanmu Qingling sighed, and then his eyes shot out two cold gleams, "Old thief Zhao, as a famous commander in the southeast, you actually did such a despicable and despicable method."
"If anything happens to Mu Yu, I, Duanmu Qingling, will fight to the death with you!"
Her spiritual veins were sealed by Zhao Feihong. At this time, her cultivation was completely lost and she could not regain any spiritual power.
Over the past few days, she had tried many times to escape, but there were a large number of soldiers stationed outside, and she had failed in the end.
At this time, there was a creak.
The door was suddenly pushed open violently.
A fair-faced, somewhat handsome young man walked in from the door.
"You are so brave, you dare to insult my father behind my back!"
This young man is Zhao Feihong's son, Zhao Yan, and his face is covered with coldness.
"Don't you still know what your father has done?"
Duanmu Qingling said coldly: "We kindly came to the southeast to help you. It's okay for your father to be ungrateful. He actually did such a thing to us. He is an insidious and despicable villain."
"Shut up!"
Zhao Yan shouted angrily: "My father has his own motives for putting you under house arrest. It's not your turn to point fingers."
To be able to say such unreasonable things, both father and son really have the same virtue.
Duanmu Qingling sneered and said, "If you are seriously injured by someone else in the future, please don't blame others, because the person who hurt you had good intentions and good intentions."
Zhao Yan shook his head and sneered: "A woman is a woman, she likes to use strong words and make nonsense. Forget it, I won't argue with you anymore."
Who is it that makes such strong words
Who is causing trouble
Some people always like to accuse others of their faults, but they are completely unable to see the disgusting side of themselves.
Duanmu Qingling didn't say anything anymore. It was really not worth wasting time on such a person.
Seeing Duanmu Qingling calm down, Zhao Yan thought that she had been persuaded by him, and suddenly felt a little proud in his heart, "A woman is a woman, and you can never reason with a man."
"Hey!" Zhao Yan slowly walked up to Duanmu Qingling and said, "I heard that you have a good relationship with Mu Yu, so you must be very aware of his weaknesses."
"Why don't you tell me, and if I'm satisfied, I might go to my father to intercede on your behalf."
His eyes were fixed on Duanmu Qingling. At this moment, he still couldn't forget the scene of his tragic defeat to Mu Yu.
So what he wanted to do most was to defeat Mu Yu severely and regain his face.
"You're dreaming!"
Duanmu Qingling's voice was like a cold river, merciless.