Time flies, and seven or eight days have passed.

Yun Zheng had just inherited from a powerful man’s cemetery when she saw a flash of flaming light in the sky.

Her heart suddenly tightened. It was Rune's distress signal!

Yun Zheng didn't have time to think too much. She flashed and quickly rushed towards the front.

There was a noise coming from the front, and she saw a lot of people gathered in a circle.

"Clang—"

A powerful force erupted, forcing everyone to take a few steps back.

This is... Mo Jing's power!

"This kid not only inherited the legacy of a powerful person, but also got many treasures. No wonder he was targeted by Wu Chengmo!"

"Alas, that kid is really pitiful. He was willing to give up the treasure he just got, but Wu Chengmo insisted on killing him!"

"Old Wu is worried that the boy will harbor a grudge. As the saying goes, those who achieve great things don't dwell on trivial matters. We should cut the grass at its roots to prevent it from growing again in the spring breeze..."

Everyone was talking about it.

Yun Zheng didn't care too much and pushed the crowd away. The scene in front of her fell into her eyes, and her heart suddenly tightened.

The young man in black had blood running down his forehead, staining his light brown teardrop mole red. His eyes were bloodshot, revealing an inexplicable cruelty and madness.

The big knife in his hand at this moment had broken into two pieces.

The big knife seemed to make a mournful cry.

This big knife has always been with Mo Jing. Whenever Yu Qiu's refining level is improved, he will help Mo Jing refine the big knife again and upgrade its level.

He cherishes this big knife because it was... a coming-of-age gift from his grandfather!

At this time, the old man with a stern face raised his sword and chopped down at Mo Jing with the power of a high-level Saint Heavenly Dao Realm.

Everyone stared with bated breath.

'boom--'

Another unfamiliar force erupted, fighting against the old man's sword, and the sharp gale forced everyone back again.

After everyone stood firm, they looked up at the scene in front of them and were slightly stunned.

Suddenly, a girl in red appeared and stood beside the young man in black, fighting against the attack together with him.

"Can you still hold on?" Yun Zheng's dark eyes seemed to be brewing a storm, and she asked without looking away.

His voice was a little hoarse, "Ayun, I want to kill him..."

Yun Zheng's eyes moved slightly, and she answered firmly: "Then I will lend you a hand."

The young man in black tights had sharp, bloodshot eyes, and his five fingers tightly gripped the broken handle of the sword in his hand, like a fierce lion ready to pounce.

When old man Wu Chengmo saw a young girl suddenly appear, he sneered in his heart. A weak and fragile girl actually showed up to die!

Killing one is killing, killing two is also killing!

Anyway, neither of them seems to have any identity or background.

The battle is about to begin!

Two figures, one black and one red, rushed towards the old man with a harsh face in an instant. The broken sword stirred up a gust of wind, and the flaming spear was summoned, causing layers of explosions.

"Boom boom boom—"

Wu Chengmo raised his sword to block, but was forced back a few steps.

Wu Chengmo's face changed in shock. He had clearly beaten that guy to death just now, so why was his power now able to burst out again...

"Liuyun Sword!"

"Flame Phoenix Spear!"

The two forces came together, and a dangerous atmosphere filled the air.

"Clang—"

Wu Chengmo immediately swung his sword to counterattack, the sword wind swept across, and exploded into pieces one after another. Yun Zheng and Mo Jing avoided to the sides.

Mo Jing's eyes went dark and he felt a sharp pain in his head. The pain was so severe that his consciousness trembled slightly. At this time, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

He was unstable and was about to fall when someone grabbed his arm.

Yun Zheng looked at him sideways, worry welling up in her eyes. She said to him seriously, "Mo Jing, you've consumed too much energy. Take some pills first."

"Leave it to me next!"

Mo Jing looked at her, the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye became more and more scarlet, his eyes were slightly moist, and his voice was hoarse and somewhat helpless.

"Ayun, he destroyed my sword..."

This was not only a coming-of-age gift from his grandfather, but also the last thing his grandfather left him.

Just then—

Wu Chengmo smiled and transformed his sword into countless swords, attacking the two of them.

"Let's meet in the underworld!"

"Swish, swish, swish," a sound piercing through the void was heard.

Suddenly, the sound of swords stopped abruptly, and the girl in red formed a defensive barrier with one hand to block the attacks of countless swords.

"How is this possible?!" Wu Chengmo exclaimed in disbelief.

The people watching were also surprised.

Immediately afterwards, the girl in red retracted her five fingers, and the countless sword blades quickly reversed and attacked Wu Chengmo.

Wu Chengmo immediately used his palm power.

'boom--'

The two collided, and a loud noise erupted.

A cold voice came into Mo Jing's ears, "I will kill him for you, to avenge you and Da Dao."

The next moment, his body was supported by another person. He turned around and saw an old man with green eyebrows looking down at him, with a hint of worry lingering between his brows.

"What are you looking at? Eat the pills!"

Old Qinglong said this with disdain as he fed the pill to his mouth, "Don't be so sad. Doesn't Qiuqiu know how to refine weapons? Just ask him to help you forge it back."

"Fourth Master..."

"What happened again?"

“…Is this pill a poison pill? Why does it smell a bit bad?”

Old Qinglong looked down and his expression changed slightly. He quickly put the black pill in his hand back into his arms, and then took out another bottle of healing pills.

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