The speed... is too slow.
This was how Xiao Shitou felt when he saw Li Qiuran stabbing at him with his sword.
Li Qiuran's speed, which was praised as miraculous, seemed to be replayed in slow motion in Xiao Shitou's eyes... too slow.
Little Stone's soul was already powerful, what he lacked was a strong body; Old Ancestor Mo's body was strong enough, so when the two were combined, each taking advantage of its strengths, the result was astonishing.
The long sword stabbed at the speed of light!
But the little stone didn't move.
Just when the tip of the sword was about to pierce his eyebrow——
All I heard was a soft "clang" sound.
Xiao Shitou's fingers were as powerful as Lu Xiaofeng's telepathic finger, firmly gripping the tip of the sword.
A hint of surprise flashed across Li Qiuran's eyes.
The sword he had always been so proud of was actually stuck like this? And this was even when he was using all his strength?
For the first time, a trace of panic and helplessness flashed across Li Qiuran's usually cold dark eyes, but the killer instinct made him concentrate quickly and try to snatch back the sword.
Li Qiuran was wrong.
If he turned around and ran at this time, perhaps Xiao Shitou would give him a chance to survive, but he did not leave immediately.
A sinister sneer appeared on Little Stone's lips as he slowly uttered two words: "Seeking death!"
Li Qiuran was quite strong, so Xiao Shitou used all his strength without reservation in this move.
At this moment, the long sword exploded and turned into white light.
"Go!" The evil cold light in Xiao Shitou's eyes became more and more intense.
The white light was like falling snowflakes, completely penetrating Li Qiuran's body.
At this moment, Li Qiuran was stunned.
He looked at his motionless body stupidly. He wanted to run, but his feet seemed to be fixed and he couldn't move at all. He could only watch those deadly weapons enter his body without reservation.
In the end, Li Qiuran could only stare at his own body blankly... stare at his own body, and then slowly fall down... and finally... die with his eyes open.
Until his death, his eyes were still wide open, very wide...
A bloody sneer appeared on Little Stone's lips: "Remember my name, Mo Changliu."
After saying this, Li Qiuran died with his eyes open.
At this time, Xiao Shitou's eyes swept around.
This time, not only Li Qiuran surrounded Su Luo, but there were actually countless masters lurking in the dark corners. However, because Li Qiuran took action, they all lay lurking motionlessly.
At this moment, receiving Xiao Shitou's gaze, all these people fell silent, not daring to make a sound.
Everyone lowered their eyes, afraid to look into the eyes of this old man who was so powerful that he was against the will of heaven.
Su Luo listened to the gasp with satisfaction.
Xiao Shitou did a good job. He deliberately did not kill these people and let them spread the news. By then, everyone would know that Su Luo was protected by Patriarch Mo, and no one would dare to come to her without any sight.
Patriarch Mo got on the carriage, and the dragon-scale horse let out a terrifying neigh, glanced around provocatively, and then galloped away.
Watching the dragon-scaled horse Mercedes go, the people hiding in the darkness breathed a sigh of relief. The pressure from before had truly frightened them to death. They had thought that the old man had just waved his long sleeves and all of them had been reduced to ashes.
Wait, he just said his name was Mo Changliu? Mo Changliu, such a familiar name.
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