Li Haiqing said to the two warriors next to him: "You go over and kill Mo Huasong."

"No." Pang Wenjun shouted.

The great elder of the Mukong Sect is dead, and these people are no match for him.

Li Haiqing looked at Pang Wenjun with fear and said to Mo Huasong: "Mo Huasong, I promise you, as long as you die, I will let your mother go."

Hehehe, I released your mother later, but then she was caught by other Li family members, so it had nothing to do with me. Li Haiqing laughed shamelessly in her heart.

At that time, Li Zitao asked him to deal with Wu Yuzhen. When he saw the beautiful Wu Yuzhen, he wanted to pin her down for fun.

As long as Mo Huasong dies, Wu Yuzhen and He Lin will definitely become his playthings.

"Li Haiqing, I hope you keep your word." Mo Huasong turned to Pang Wenjun and said, "Watch for me. If they don't keep their word, you kill them."

"Mr. Mo!" Pang Wenjun shouted.

Mo Huasong said with a straight face: "Pang Wenjun, I have made up my mind. Don't say any more, and don't interfere to cause trouble for my mother."

"Yes, Mr. Mo." Pang Wenjun nodded helplessly.

Wu Yuzhen over there shouted in fear: "Hua Song, please leave me alone, just kill them and avenge us."

But Mo Huasong didn't listen to Wu Yuzhen and said coldly: "Li Haiqing, please call them over to kill me quickly. Remember to let my mother go, otherwise Pang Wenjun will kill you."

"Haha, Mo Huasong, don't worry, I keep my word." Li Haiqing hurriedly asked the two black warriors to go up and kill Mo Huasong.

The two warriors did not dare to approach Mo Huasong. They were a little scared and said: "Mo Huasong, throw away the peerless treasure in your hands."

"Okay." Mo Huasong shook his right hand and folded back the little black knife.

Pang Wenjun sighed secretly in his heart, the treasures refined by Master Batian were just different.

If he hadn't tried the power of the little black knife just now, how would he have imagined that this kind of knife, which looks like a street stall, is so terrifying that it can cut off the treasure that has been passed down in Pangjiazhuang for many years with one knife.

They used to think that the big sword was a treasure, but now that they think about it, it is simply rubbish.

Such thin and exquisite craftsmanship cannot be made by other weapon refiners.

Mo Huasong threw the little black knife, and the two black-clothed warriors felt happy and immediately drew out their long swords and rushed towards Mo Huasong.

"No, don't kill my son." Wu Yuzhen cried sadly.

She would rather die than let anything happen to Mo Huasong.

But now, in order to save her, Mo Huasong not only knelt down, but also let the other party slaughter her.

He Lin next to her was also crying loudly, with a look of panic on her face.

As they got closer, the two warriors in black were getting closer and closer to Mo Huasong. The sharp swords in their hands shone frighteningly under the light.

Li Ka laughed with hatred: "Hahaha, Mo Huasong, you are going to die. Although you have destroyed me, there will be no good end for you."

The warriors in black rushed to Mo Huasong, and when they were about to kill him with their swords, they saw a flash of black light. Their bodies were disconnected, and their upper bodies fell back, while the bodies below the waist were still standing.

There.

"Ah." Li Ka looked at the situation in front of him in shock and couldn't believe his eyes.

What's going on? Doesn't Mo Huasong want his mother's life?

Mr. Li reacted and shouted angrily: "Li Haiqing, kill Wu Yuzhen." The arrow was on the string and had to be fired. The Li family had no choice.

When Pang Wenjun heard Mr. Li's cry, he immediately flew towards Wu Yuzhen.

Although he was a little far away from there, Wu Yuzhen might have been killed when he rushed over, but he still had to give it a try.

Li Haiqing's face showed anger, and he shot Wu Yuzhen directly with his right hand.

Mo Huasong, since you want to play, then I will play with you and let your mother die with me.

"Bang." The bullet was shot towards Wu Yuzhen.

Just when Li Haiqing thought Wu Yuzhen would be shot to death by him, Wu Yuzhen's body suddenly glowed with a white light, covering her.

Immediately, the bullet seemed to encounter some resistance and deflected. It passed by Wu Yuzhen and hit a member of the Li family in front.

"Ah." The Li family screamed and fell to the ground.

"What's going on?" Li Haiqing was stunned. Just now he shot Wu Yuzhen at close range, how could he miss her?

Li Haiqing did not believe in evil and continued to shoot Wu Yuzhen.

It turns out that the white light emitting from Wu Yuzhen's body just now was emitted by the defensive magic weapon.

The magical weapon crafted by Mo Huasong can only withstand one attack.

Now that Li Haiqing shoots again, Wu Yuzhen's life will be in danger.

If the sword spirit hadn't helped Mo Huasong withstand bullets and consumed his spiritual energy just now, it would have killed Li Haiqing long ago.

If Li Haiqing was the only one threatening his mother, Mo Huasong wouldn't care.

But there were two warriors behind Li Haiqing, and Mo Huasong was afraid that if the two men attacked his mother at the same time, her mother would be in danger.

If he was not 100% sure, Mo Huasong would not take action. He could not let anything happen to his mother.

He would rather kneel down in humiliation than wait for the two warriors to come over before he takes action.

Just when Li Haiqing was about to shoot again, Mo Huasong was already standing in front of Li Haiqing, with a small black knife in his hand.

"Whoosh." There was no sound of the gunshot, but a flash of black light. Li Haiqing's body was split into two, and he was too dead to die.

At this time, Pang Wenjun also flew over, with a look of horror on his face.

How is this possible? His martial arts should be much better than Mr. Mo, but he is not as fast as Mr. Mo?

Just now, Mr. Mo not only knelt there, but also killed two warriors before coming over.

But when he rushed here, Mr. Mo was not only here, but also killed Li Haiqing.

"Hua Song." Wu Yuzhen finally came to her senses, hugged Mo Huasong and cried loudly.

"Mom, no one can bully you in the future, don't worry." Mo Huasong comforted Wu Yuzhen while putting another jade article on her.

"Mr. Mo, what happened just now?" Pang Wenjun hadn't recovered yet. He seemed to have seen a ball of white light coming from Wu Yuzhen's body, and then the bullet missed.

Mo Huasong turned to Pang Wenjun and said, "Pang Wenjun, you watch my mother here while I go kill these Li family members."

"Mr. Mo, just let me take care of these little things." Pang Wenjun hurriedly bowed and said.

Only then did Pang Wenjun truly realize that Mo Huasong was not a simple person. The move that Mo Huasong used to kill Li Haiqing just now was not something he could do.

Mo Huasong is really powerful. Not only is he a master in alchemy, but he is also very capable in combat.

By the way, until now, he couldn't see what kind of martial arts prowess Mo Huasong had.

Also, how many little black knives of Master Ba Tian are there on Mo Huasong’s body?

Mo Huasong clearly threw a small black knife just now, but now he used the small black knife to kill Li Haiqing.
Chapter completed!