The man in front felt his heart tighten. When he looked back, he saw the sword light coming towards him fiercely.
He is just an ordinary cultivator, how can he withstand this powerful sword light
At this moment, a figure flew over and stood in front of the man. He raised his hand and chopped off the sword light.
"Who are you?!" The fierce-looking man frowned and looked at Luo Mushan solemnly.
It's not easy for someone to be able to block his killing move with a raised hand!
"Hmph, don't you feel embarrassed that a group of you are chasing after a member of the family?" Luo Mushan curled his lips and looked at the group of people with disdain.
"We Husha people are doing things, and it's not your turn to point fingers." Mou Hu narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "If you don't want to die, get out of here."
"Sorry, I'm still in charge of this matter."
After saying that, Luo Mushan's figure moved and rushed towards Mou Hu.
Mou Hu's pupils shrank, he didn't expect Luo Mushan to take action immediately, so he quickly took a step back, trying to avoid this sudden blow.
However, Luo Mushan's fist was domineering, and the punch hit Mou Hu hard on the chest with a burst of energy.
Wow!
Mou Hu spat out a mouthful of blood, looking horrified.
Judging from the power of this punch, the strength of the person in front of them is definitely higher than them.
"Retreat!!" Mou Hu shouted, turned around and ran away!
"Don't let them go!!" At this time, the hunted man said with a look of longing: "Friend, please help me kill them. I am willing to give you the family heirloom as a thank you gift."
Luo Mushan frowned and glanced at the man, reading deep hatred in his eyes.
If it weren't for the blood feud, how could he have such strong hatred.
Suddenly, a murderous intent flashed through Luo Mushan's eyes, and he immediately caught up with Mou Hu. He even took out a big knife in his hand and frantically killed Mou Hu and his party.
For a moment, the originally quiet grove erupted with howls.
Gradually, the woods became quiet again, but the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
"They are all dead!" Luo Mushan came to the man with a blood-stained sword and said calmly.
"Thank you, thank you." The man plopped and fell to his knees on the ground, tears pouring out continuously. "Father, mother, my child has avenged you!"
Seeing his sad look, Luo Mushan sighed and said comfortingly: "Save your condolences."
"Friend, this is the heirloom of my Lin family. Consider it a thank you gift and give it to you." The man took out a jade slip and handed it over.
Luo Mushan frowned, shook his head and said, "Take it back. I'm helping you, I just hate these inhuman bastards."
The man was slightly startled, as if he could not imagine that Luo Mushan was not helping him for his baby. "Perhaps this is fate."
He said bitterly: "Actually, I have been poisoned by them and I won't live long. Rather than letting this treasure be buried in the ground with me forever, it is better to give it to someone who is destined."
The man looked at Luo Mushan and smiled sadly. "So, please accept it."
"..." Luo Mushan frowned, and suddenly he saw the man's whole body twitching, his face pale, and black fluid flowing from his seven orifices.
At this time, Shen Muxian flew over, felt the man's pulse, then sighed and said, "He is already dead."
(End of chapter)