On a mountain road somewhere in the Great Chu to Xiling, Ling Tiehan and his other two rode a horse leisurely. Although the Yanwang Pavilion suffered heavy losses this time, it was not an important matter for Ling Tiehan, who had already had the intention of retreating. If it was still there, it was still a huge question to whom the Yanwang Pavilion would be handed over to in the future. After all, the killer organization is different from others. If it is not properly employed, it is likely to cause great trouble.

While chatting with his two younger brothers and sisters, Ling Tiehan suddenly frowned. Before Leng Liuyue and the others could speak, Ling Tiehan said in a deep voice: "You retreat." Although Leng Liuyue and the others didn't understand what their brother meant, they saw his solemn look and still rode their horses to the other side obediently.

"King Ding, since you are here, why not come out and see you?" Ling Tie said loudly.

Leng Liuyue and the sick scholar who were standing not far away were both shocked. As they walked along the way, the news that King Ding had passed away had already spread all over the world. But the eldest brother...

Just as the two were worried, a figure in white appeared on a small valley on the mountain road. White clothes were as snow and white as frost. Mo Xiuyao held the Burning Sword in his hand and stared at Ling Tiehan riding on the horse below indifferently. It seemed that he was not surprised at all why Ling Tiehan knew that he was not dead.

Ling Tiehan sighed helplessly and said, "Please, King Ding."

Mo Xiuyao was not polite to him. A cold light broke through the sky. The Burning Sword was instantly unsheathed, and pressed towards Ling Tiehan with a covered murderous aura. Ling Tiehan slapped the horse under his seat and jumped out of thin air. At the same time, the iron sword in his hand was also unsheathed, and a powerful sword energy shook in the direction of Mo Xiuyao. The impact caused by the collision of the two sword energy made both of them retreat more than ten steps to stabilize their steps, but the trees wherever the sword energy went were squeezed.

With a crisp sound, the iron sword in Ling Tiehan's hand broke. Ling Tiehan's sword was also a good sword that was chosen from thousands of miles away, but it was still much worse than the famous sword like Mo Xiuyao's hand. Therefore, it was not unexpected to break into several pieces after a collision. Mo Xiuyao has always disdained to bully people with magic weapons, but this time he seemed to care at all. It seemed that not to mention that Ling Tiehan was holding an iron sword, even if Ling Tiehan had a bare hands, he could still sweep the Burning Sword over. This also made Ling Tiehan understand that Mo Xiuyao was so angry that he took Ye Li.

"Brother!" Leng Liuyue couldn't help but exclaim. He raised his hand to throw the weapons in his hand. Leng Liuyue was good at hidden weapons and was not very proficient in swords. But because of this, Ling Tiehan prepared excellent weapons for his two younger brothers and sisters. The sword in Leng Liuyue's hand was far better than the sword that Ling Tiehan himself used. However, even the most powerful sword was in vain to face the Fen Mie Sword, so Ling Tiehan waved his hand and rejected Leng Liuyue's sword.

Mo Xiuyao pointed at Ling Tiehan from a distance and said calmly: "I have always been a rare opponent in Pavilion Master Ling, but I have never thought that Pavilion Master Ling was the one to kill. Today, I will definitely regret it."

Ling Tiehan smiled helplessly and said, "I never thought of meeting King Ding for life and death. However, there are many things in this world that have to be done." Mo Xiuyao snorted lightly, stopped talking, and the burning sword in his hand showed a cold edge and shot towards Ling Tiehan. He didn't want to know what difficulties or what he had to do. For Mo Xiuyao, the person who took action against A Li should die, there was no reason, there was no right or wrong.

On the mountain road, the two figures quickly fought into a ball. With Leng Liuyue and the sick scholar's martial arts, at most, they could only see two phantoms shaking in the air, and there were murderous auras that were almost breathless. The sword energy shot from time to time almost twisted everything they touched into powder. Leng Liuyue nervously grabbed the sick scholar's wrist and stared at the place they were destined to see clearly. The sick scholar was not happy either. Originally, his illness had been cured, but just now, such a strong murderous aura that made people unable to breathe made him unable to help coughing.

"Brother?!" Just when the two of them were anxious and inexplicably, Ling Tiehan's voice suddenly fell from the air. The sick scholar jumped up quickly and flew to catch Ling Tiehan's falling body. Leng Liuyue gritted her teeth, drew her sword and rushed towards Mo Xiuyao.

"Second sister, stop!" Ling Tiehan shouted in shock: "King Ding, show mercy!"

"Bang--" Only half of the sword in Leng Liuyue's hand was left. Mo Xiuyao raised his hand and shot towards Leng Liuyue. Leng Liuyue retreated repeatedly, and finally fell to the ground. The sword tip flew over her face and nailed to the tree behind her. Leng Liuyue sat on the ground, but was sweating profusely. Just now, she clearly felt the chill that came from the sword tip when the sword tip flew against her cheek.

Mo Xiuyao looked down at everyone with a condescending look, his eyes cold and ruthless as if he was a god in heaven, "overestimating one's own abilities."

Leng Liuyue stared at Mo Xiuyao stubbornly and said sternly: "My elder brother did not kill Princess Ding. It would be too much for King Ding to do this!"

Mo Xiuyao sneered, "It's not done. Ali was injured at all. I chopped all over the King of Hell Pavilion and fed it to the dog!"

Perhaps Mo Jingli was so angry that he seemed to see an ant. Leng Liuyue also forgot the fear he had just now and sneered: "My elder brother really wants to kill Ye Li. Do you think Ye Li can still live now?" Yan Wang Pavilion is a killer, and Ling Tiehan is the only killer in the world. How could he almost escape for her if he really wanted to kill Ye Li? Even if it was to not want to offend the Dingwang Mansion, Ling Tiehan was indeed showing mercy.

"Liu Yue." Ling Tiehan frowned and said in a deep voice.

Leng Liuyue had to stop unwillingly. Ling Tiehan slowly stood up. After stopping for such a moment, he also adjusted his breathing. Although he was seriously injured, he did not have the slightest power to fight back. Ling Tiehan looked at Mo Xiuyao and said, "King Ding, I still have some things to do. I guess the King of Dao still has urgent matters to do. When the matter is done, I will naturally give a explanation to King of Dao. Then you and I will decide life and death again. What's more, Prince of Dao is not completely harmless now, right? If I give all my strength, King of Dao will be confident to escape unstoppable?"

Mo Xiuyao was silent for a moment before saying, "Very good. In three months, I will come to find Lord Ling again."

Ling Tiehan nodded, "I am always waiting for you to say goodbye."

Mo Xiuyao stopped talking, Ling Tiehan took Leng Liuyue and the others back on the horse and left.

"Prince." A black-clad guard appeared in front of Mo Xiuyao and whispered.
Chapter completed!