Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 713: Choice

"Huh?"

Mo Qiu's knife not only killed Huang Yang, but also caused the two ghosts who were chasing after him to feel suspicious, and subconsciously stopped.

Only the woman in white imprisoned the Binglong Bingcheng, and rushed over without haste.

"Jiang...Jiang Hao!"

Bing Cheng's body was restrained, she didn't know what happened just now, seeing a glimmer of life in Mo Qiu's heart, she hurriedly shouted:

"Come and save me!"

"Shut up!" Before he finished speaking, he was hit by a spiritual light on the top of his head, causing cracks to appear on the hard dragon's horns.

The ghost that shot was covered in black smoke, its face was like a spider's web, dotted with seven eyes, and weird limbs stretched out from behind.

The aura shoots out from the eyes.

After teaching the ice dragon a lesson, the ghost turned its head and looked at Moqiu with seven eyes:

"Dragon Envoy!"

"Interesting, there are still human races who dare to disrespect the dragon clan in Zanlongtian."

The mysterious man from the ancestral court seemed to have thought of something, his eyes followed the Baipi Dao in Mo Qiu's hand, and his aura became more gloomy.

"Qing Rong." Mo Qiu retracted the knife, ignored the two ghosts, and looked up at the woman following behind, with rippling eyes:

"We meet again."

"Um?"

"You guys know each other!"

Before Qin Qingrong could speak, the two ghosts had already spoken.

Among them, the spider-like ghost sounded suspicious, while the mysterious man's aura suddenly changed, and a murderous intent emerged through his body.

"Yes." Qin Qingrong's voice remained unchanged:

"We shouldn't see each other again."

"I heard that you are in some trouble." Mo Qiu said:

"Maybe I can work it out."

"Shut up!" The mysterious man from the ancestral court shouted suddenly:

"Saint, the yin energy that you lost before was obtained by him? Do you know what will happen if the palace master finds out about this matter?"

Its voice was hurried, obviously angry.

Each of the three halls of the ancestral court has at least one saint, and the saint of this generation is even more important, and there must be no loss.

Especially, emotional matters.

God knows how frightened and angry it was when it found out that the saint might have lost her body to someone else.

The spider ghost beside him didn't know what happened, but he knew that the relationship between Mo Qiu and Qin Qingrong was very unusual, so he watched it with interest.

"Jiang Hao..."

On the other hand, Bingcheng, who just came back to his senses, was astonished in his eyes, and said angrily:

"You are so brave. How dare you collude with outsiders and betray the Dragon Clan. You know that once other Dragon Clans find out, they will kill your entire clan and tear you to pieces!"

After roaring, it changed its voice:

"However, if you save me, I can intercede for you. Not only will you be saved from death, but even my sisters can be played with by you..."

"How about it?"

"Shut up!" Qin Qingrong's voice turned cold:

"Bastard, court death!"

"Ding……"

The sound of the sword was melodious, flashing suddenly, piercing Bingcheng's head from the middle of a pair of dragon eyes, the sword intent burst out, blatantly crushing its dragon soul.

The killing intent in the way of the sword is chilling to the bone.

The ice dragon's words obviously irritated her.

"Not bad." Seeing this, Mo Qiu's face remained unchanged, but he nodded slowly:

"Your swordsmanship is no worse than that of ghost kings of the same level, except that you lack a bit of killing intent. This sword is used well."

"snort!"

Qin Qingrong snorted coldly:

"It seems that you have lived a good life in the past few years. With this appearance alone, I am afraid that many women and female dragons have fallen into your arms?"

Her tone was not kind, but in the ears of several people, there was a hint of coquettishness.

This also made the mysterious man's aura even colder.

"Not at all." Mo Qiu smiled casually, as if there was no one in the field, and directly invited him:

"How about a walk together?"

Qin Qingrong's face moved, and then he sighed softly.

"Saint." Suddenly, the mysterious man from the Ancestral Temple said in a muffled voice:

"You should be clear about your identity, and you should not have any affair with outsiders. If this person is not resolved, the Palace Master and Holy Master will never let you go."

"This person, can't stay!"

There was silence.

Don't squint your eyes, your long hair will automatically dance in the wind without wind.

"If necessary, I can help you." The spider-like ghost's eyes glowed strangely, and his voice urged:

"Everyone, don't stay here for long. Dragon reinforcements will dare to come. Hurry up and get rid of this person. Let's leave quickly."

"That's right." The mysterious man stretched out his hands, and a ghost weapon appeared in each palm:

"Saint, it won't take long for the three of us to join forces."

Qin Qingrong didn't say a word, only the dark wind swirling around her body was rising and falling rapidly, revealing her unstable mood at this moment.

"No time to think about it." The mysterious man said again:

"If you don't kill him, you have no way to go back and explain it. There is still nothing left to think about for the lack of Yin Qi. If this person continues to pester him, the Palace Master will be punished by the Holy Master."

"kill!"

"..." Qin Qingrong opened her mouth, then nodded:

"good!"

Before the sound fell, a clear and distant sword light suddenly appeared, the sword light was like jade, crystal clear and pure, like a bright moon hanging in the sky.

The sword intent didn't show murderous intent, but it made the people present and the ghost subconsciously tense up, giving a warning sign in their hearts.

The mysterious man and the spider ghost looked at each other and moved in unison. The ghost weapon stirred the wind and the spider's eyes glowed strangely, and they were about to join hands to kill Xiang Moqiu.

This battle must be resolved quickly.

The ninth-level dragon clan is still of the Tianlong clan. Once they are killed, the nearby clansmen will feel it, and they will dare to come after a short time.

At that time.

Not to mention the tenth-rank dragons, as long as a few nine-rank dragons come together, relying on the superimposed talent of the dragon's divine sense, they can have nowhere to escape.

"good!"

Mo Qiu nodded, and the Baipi Saber followed.

"Zheng..."

The light of the sword pierces the sky, which is even more embarrassing than the light of the sword.

The sound of the sword was crisp and high, and the sound of the saber was majestic and majestic. The sword and sword collided in the air, and a dazzling aura erupted instantly, covering one side.

The mysterious man held a ghost weapon and was about to charge forward when his heart beat wildly.

"not good!"

The thought turned, and it suddenly retreated.

The spider ghost kings in the area obviously didn't react, seeing the colliding swords melt into each other, the sharpness suddenly rose.

"Shua!"

The halo swept across, and a bright light appeared in the land of ten miles.

The bright light dissipated, and the Yin Qi was swept away.

The spider ghost king's seven eyes flickered, his face was ferocious, he gritted his teeth and looked at Mo Qiu and the two, his ghost body trembled, and finally let out a roar of unwillingness.

"Peng!"

The Yin Qi exploded, and the vitality died out.

Although the mysterious man had detected something wrong in advance, he still couldn't avoid the combination of swords and swords, and was hit thousands of times by the staggered energy in an instant.

The supernatural power contained in the sword, especially the saber qi, guides the sword light to make changes, and every blow falls on the node where its aura turns.

In the end, guided by the sword qi, followed by the sword light, he cut into the core of the ghost body.

Just twisting it lightly has already killed its vitality.

"Crack..."

Cracks emerged from the ghost body.

The mysterious man opened his mouth, fixed his eyes on Qin Qingrong, who was flying the tulle, and roared in grief and indignation:

"Hall Master, Holy Master, I will not let you go."

"I don't need you to worry about that." Qin Qingrong shook her head:

"Thank you for taking care of me for so many years, I will send seniors on their way."

The sound falls.

The flying sword trembled slightly, smashing the ghost body.