Chapter 75 She's good at this.



Upon hearing this, Wei Yao narrowed his eyes and said, "Then let's give it a try and see just how amazing the Mo family really is."

Qiu Wu's dark pupils suddenly darkened, and he swiftly spread the "Changqiu" in a row inside his arm. The "Changqiu" was originally a whole, but it was disassembled.

From large to small, from one to a long string.

With a flick of his wrist, he flew up, his energy suddenly surged, and the "Long Hill" weapon, true to its name, leaped around him, forming a mountain-like shape, meandering and moving.

Everyone present involuntarily held their breath, staring wide-eyed at all the changes.

Qiu stared at Wei Yao, her breath rising and falling, "Changqiu" had already left her body.

They were shot towards Weiyao like a shower of flowers from a celestial maiden, and each of those "long hills" shimmered with a dazzling metallic luster under the refraction of light.

Zheng Quchi's eyes lit up as he watched.

How does Qiu manage to control these five-pointed star-shaped "darts" so that they can fly wherever he wants instead of becoming a chaotic mess?

Furthermore, how are these "darts" constructed as a whole? What technology is used—nesting? Separate components?

Wei Yao took a step down into a horse stance, his long spear shot out like a silver snake spitting its tongue, swirling wildly, creating a fierce wind, clang clang clang... No matter from which angle the "Long Hill" whirled and shot at him, he blocked them all.

At this moment, Qiu Zhang made an inward absorbing motion with his arms, and all the "Changqiu" returned to his front, regrouping from the number of "Fan" into "One". He grabbed one of the Changqiu and threw it fiercely at Wei Yao's spear.

Midway through its journey, it flew and overlapped, forming a scene resembling the Big Dipper.

Wei Yao spun the gun, freezing it in mid-air like a whirlpool barrier.

However, the momentum of "Changqiu" is one force assisting another, one force deflecting another. Its smallest "Changqiu" is named Yaoguang. It is formed by the seven stars in front and then hits the spearhead with a tricky and sharp force.

Before Wei Yao could react, the spearhead was snapped off.

Clang!

The broken gun barrel fell to the ground.

Wei Yao gripped the gun tightly, looking at the muzzle with a terrified expression.

What kind of metal is this weapon made of? How could such a tiny weapon manage to cut off a firmly embedded spearhead in a head-on collision?

Zheng Quchi, who had been nervous and apprehensive, was also amazed when he finally witnessed this incredible scene.

Although she didn't understand how the weapon was made, the materials used in its construction were quite exquisite.

It was the most unique type of ironware she had ever seen. It wasn't an iron weapon, and she couldn't guess what it was made of.

Standing aside, Master Li finally saw through the situation: "Changqiu, one of the nine divine weapons enshrined in the Mo family's shrine, is now in his hands. His identity must be extraordinary."

Upon hearing this, Yuwen Sheng glanced at Li Shi, who had appeared there. This person's "reminder" was quite interesting. His eyes turned deep, and he turned back to the arena.

"Wei Yao, step down."

Wei Yao turned her head in surprise.

"General?"

Seeing that Yuwen Sheng, the great demon king, had summoned Wei Yao and was planning to personally intervene, Zheng Quchi finally panicked.

He doesn't understand the principle of leaving a way out for others so that you can meet again in the future. If he really makes a move, how could Qiu possibly survive?

She was torn.

Knowing full well that it was wrong, knowing that she should protect herself at this time, sever ties with Qiu and the others, and make her stance clear to Yuwen Sheng, she also knew that it was best to minimize her presence at this crucial moment...

But in the end, Zheng Quchi cried out in despair, "General, please have mercy! He... should know a lot about the Mohists. Let's not always try to cut everything off. Why not spare his life and interrogate him slowly?"

Upon hearing this, Yuwen Sheng turned his head and stared at Zheng Quchi, whose face already showed signs of lingering fear. However, there was no sign of displeasure on his face behind the mask. On the contrary, he thought that her reminder was correct.

"That makes sense."

Zheng Quchi was somewhat surprised, thinking that he had agreed, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw a dark red afterimage flash past his eyes.

She didn't see how he moved.

She didn't see what he did after he moved.

In short, when she heard a cry of pain, she instinctively turned pale and looked in Qiu's direction.

Just a moment ago, Qiu was fighting fiercely and proudly, but now he was lying on the ground with his limbs twisted, looking miserable and pitiful.

His hands and feet had been cruelly and brutally broken by Yuwen Sheng.

She stared in disbelief.

Yuwen Sheng's light, cloud-like robes finally fell gently down, a strand of his dark hair fluttering in the wind as he smiled slightly at her: "Are you satisfied with this?"

madman!

This morbid madman!

Zheng Quchi looked at him with eyes that were misty with tears, cursing him viciously in her heart.

He has never known the meaning of being soft-hearted when dealing with enemies or people with ill intentions.

But for some reason, when he saw the fear and anger in Zheng Quchi's eyes, his usual joyful mood after tormenting people seemed to deflate as if punctured by a needle, and he began to feel irritable.

"What kind of look is that?" He flashed in front of her, grabbed her chin, and lifted her face.

Those dark, slightly curved eyes pierced with a piercing gaze.

Zheng Quchi glanced at Qiu out of the corner of his eye. Qiu gritted his teeth and crawled on the ground, probably in too much pain. His handsome features were now contorted and pale.

"Is it because I pleaded for him that you're torturing him like this?" she asked in a trembling voice.

Seeing that she still refused to look at him, Yuwen Sheng increased the pressure on her hand, but this time even though Zheng Quchi gritted her teeth in pain, she refused to give in.

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