Qin Dong glanced around, nodded slightly, and said to Wu Liangpin: "They will not interfere with you anymore, you can take action now."
"Okay!" Wu Liangpin was very straightforward. With a sway, the long sword in his hand immediately pierced Mo Xielong like a bolt of lightning. Mo Xielong didn't seem to even have a chance to react, and a stream of blood burst out from his shoulder. Flowers, sprinkled into the sky.
"Leader!" Zuo Rangyu cried out sadly and was about to rush towards Mo Xielong, but was caught by Qin Dong and unable to move.
Fei Qing and others also wanted to step forward, but as soon as they took a step, they were stopped by Qin Dong's sharp eyes. Qin Dong said in a cold voice, "I, Qin Dong, always mean what I say. Don't force me to take action." !”
"Young Master Qin, we..." Fei Qing looked at Qin Dong, whose face was ashen, and could be described as regretful. If they had known that this would happen, they would never have become Wu Liangpin's minions. Now Qin Dong is clearly determined and there is nothing they can do. Fei Qing was so helpless that she couldn't help but burst into tears. [
"I don't care! Qin Shaoxia, if you want to kill me, go ahead. Anyway, I can't just watch the leader die in the hands of this despicable villain!" He Sanjin had a bad temper, and he couldn't bear it anymore. Jumped out with a roar.
"Seeking death!" Qin Dong moved and waved out his right palm. An invisible pressure instantly pressed on the top of He Sanjin's head, making it impossible for He Sanjin to even take another step forward!
He Sanjin refused to give up. He was about to mobilize all his spiritual power to fight against Qin Dong. He was clearly determined to die. This made Qin Dong feel helpless. If this continued, He Sanjin would either die or be seriously injured. Although He Sanjin has a bad temper, he is extremely simple and loyal, which Qin Dong likes very much.
"Sanjin, stand down!" Just as He Sanjin was fighting with Qin Dong endlessly, Mo Xielong suddenly roared.
"Leader!"
Everyone looked at Mo Xielong and saw Mo Xielong slowly raise a hand and hold the sword edge tightly. Wu Liangpin wanted to withdraw his sword, but it didn't move.
"Mo Xielong, you..." Seeing Mo Xielong's eyes filled with murderous aura, Wu Liangpin's heart suddenly felt an icy chill, and he shuddered several times.
"Uncle Master! This is the last time I call you this." Mo Xielong gritted his steel teeth tightly, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, and it reached Wu Liangpin's ears, which was extremely shocking. .
"You're going to die anyway, I don't care!" Wu Liangpin sensed something was wrong, gave up his sword, and suddenly struck out with a palm. The spiritual power rolled into Mo Xielong's chest, preparing to strike first and kill Mo Xielong. To death.
Seeing that Wu Liangpin's palm power was about to pour into Mo Xielong's body, everyone's eyes suddenly blurred, and Mo Xielong's figure disappeared from the place like a ghost. Wu Liangpin missed a hit with his palm and was in the air. , making the whole body unstable and staggering forward a few steps.
Before Wu Liangpin could calm down, Mo Xielong's ice-like voice came from behind him, "With this sword and this palm, I, Mo Xielong, have paid off my debt to Tai Yimen and you, Wu Liangpin." Love! From now on, you and I are no longer uncles and nephews, but mortal enemies!"
As Mo Xielong said this, he slowly pulled out the long sword that had penetrated his shoulder. As the blood flowed wildly, Mo Xielong's manly pride was vividly displayed, making everyone present stand in awe of him.
Qin Dong was naturally even more excited. The Mo Xielong in his memory was finally back...