Chapter 1641: Fierce blood and merciless

Nine Burning Heaven Swords appeared, and Mu Yun's body went up and down, and murderous intent appeared.

"Is it right to pick off the hamstrings and hand tendons?"

Mu Yun held Ling Mingxuan's body in his left hand, pouched his right hand, swung out a sword, and the four sword lights shot out directly at this moment.

The four sword lights directly sealed Ling Mingxuan's hamstrings at this moment.

Seeing a puff, Ling Mingxuan's body fell directly to the ground, unable to move.

"Woo..."

Ling Mingxuan’s painful tears were streaming out at this moment, and he looked at Mu Yun and said: "You must not die, you must not die, Mu Yun, don’t be proud, why do you think our spiritual realm chose the blood realm instead of you? ?"

"To tell you the truth, the blood cloud comes from the God Realm. Behind him is the support of the blood races of the ten great God Races in the God Realm. Can you fight him, can you fight him? I'm dead today, don't you want to live!"

"So that's it..."

With a calmness in his eyes at this moment, Mu Yun said: "I finally understand why you treat my disciples so cruelly!"

When the words fell, the nine burning swords were directly inserted into Lingmingxuan's chest.

The nine auras in Ling Mingxuan's body constantly stirred his internal organs, but they didn't let him die.

Heart-piercing screams sounded at this moment.

Ling Mingxuan's body was constantly trembling and roaring, and that force entered his body, torturing him, unable to speak at all.

"stop!"

At this moment, a shout suddenly sounded.

In the distance, the sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded, and the auras of the silhouettes were very powerful.

Looking closely, it was Ling Qingtian, the master of the Ling Pavilion, and the leader of the spiritual realm now.

And beside him, the first high-level Ling Pavilion stood still.

Among those people, Mu Yun also found familiar faces.

Those were the guys at the top of Ling Pavilion when he was there.

"Ling Qingtian, you are here!"

Seeing Ling Qingtian, Lin Yu's long sword turned inside Ling Mingxuan's body, causing Ling Mingxuan to scream again and again at this moment.

"I said, stop!"

Ling Qingtian couldn't help but shout at this moment.

"Does it hurt?"

Mu Yun looked at Ling Qingtian and said lightly: "If you feel heartache, you should know how heartache I feel when I see my disciple!"

As soon as he said this, Ling Qingtian's eyes fell on Ye Qiu who was aside, obviously stagnating.

"Mu Yun, this is a misunderstanding, you stop first!"

"Misunderstanding? I only saw the miserable appearance of my disciple. This, even if you have a great truth, I Muyun will not listen!"

Mu Yun sneered: "Ling Qingtian, you and I are both the top ten immortal kings. Of course, once, as the top ten immortal kings, how should I know how to do it? Doing this with the younger generation, do you deserve to be called the top ten immortal kings?"

"Mu Yun, stop first!"

Ling Qingtian always cared about his son, and said: "I have let my daughter follow you, what else do you want?"

"Follow me? Haha..."

Mu Yun laughed and said, "Did the master follow me? It was driven away by your spiritual realm. It is reasonable to say that your spiritual realm is one of the first elixir and one of the top ten celestial kings. Supported, but what did you do? Don’t support it. You have fought against my Yunmeng over and over again. You really think that you don’t do anything on the surface, and those disgusting actions in private, I don’t know are they?"

The more Mu Yun said, the greater his anger.

He has never been able to resolve the grievances suffered by Meng Zimo.

Today, the new hatred and the old hatred are counted together.

"You let my son go first, I can help you heal Ye Qiu!" Ling Qingtian said at the moment: "You should know how serious your disciple's injury is!"

Hearing this, Mu Yun had a mocking expression in his eyes.

"Ling Qingtian, are you... so naive?"

"You shouldn't have forgotten, I, Mu Yun, is an emperor alchemist, am I? Naturally, I can undo the injury of my disciple!"

"Then his bloodline injury, can you also break it?"

But Mu Yun's words fell, and an indifferent voice suddenly sounded at this moment.

The people behind Ling Qingtian let out a passage, and a figure slowly walked out.

Seeing this person, Mu Yun's pupils shrank slightly.

"Blood is merciless!"

Three faint words were uttered, and there was a touch of helplessness in Mu Yun's eyes.

"I ask you, where is the blood owl?"

"Where are my ancestors, you don't deserve to know!" Xue said ruthlessly and indifferently: "Mu Yun, your herder bloodline talent, are you awakened? The bloodline trauma on Ye Qiu's body is the bloodline talent of my bloodline. Can you Can it be solved?"

Xue Ruthless looked at Mu Yun at the moment, with a touch of contempt in his eyes.

But when he heard this, Mu Yun was silent, with a pair of eyes staring at the blood and ruthlessly.

"Why are you looking at me?"

"I'm thinking, you still didn't have the blood and ruthlessness, you bloodless and the father and son, how did you become like this?"

"Because we are from a blood clan, and you Muyun are a member of the shepherd. Am I right?"

Xue ruthlessly sneered: "Your father planned and planned for you the immortal king Mu, this life Mu Yun's identity, also wants you to change your soul, bring you back to the gods, no one will recognize you, you nine No one knows the identity of the emperor of life!"

"Then he will assist you as the young chief of the herdsman, help you grow, unify the gods, and wash away the shame of your shepherd!"

"I have to say, Mu Yun, your father is really a genius, and being able to get along with such a way, the entire God Realm, there is no second person to come, but my blood is after all the existence of your shepherd. Other protoss don’t know, how can my blood family know?"

"Some things, the face you see is only a very small part, this vast world, the small world, the fairy world, the gods, between each other, it seems that heaven and man are forever separated, but in fact, the relationship between each other is close, and you what do you know?"

The words and sentences of blood and ruthlessness carried an aura of looking over the world, looking at Mu Yun as if looking at a small person, it was ridiculous and ridiculous!

"I do not know anything!"

Mu Yun talked to himself and smiled bitterly: "I only know that Xue Xiao and I are brothers. He is dead and I am very sad, so I tried my best to compensate you and Xue Yi, but I did not expect that everything is just a conspiracy. That's it!"

"The blood race really made a lot of money. It took tens of thousands of years to plan my Muyun!"

"ignorance!"

The blood hummed mercilessly, "What do you know now? It's just pitiful!"

"Yes, I am pathetic!"

Mu Yun laughed at himself: "I poorly regard the blood owl as my good brother, and I poorly help you father and son, and pass on the immortal blood of my shepherd to you. In turn, what you have received is your endless ridicule!"

Mu Yun said, holding nine Burning Heaven swords in his hand, and within that sword, crazy power swept through, and Ling Mingxuan's body crackled open.

"Ming Xuan!"

Seeing this scene, Ling Qingtian's eyes were flushed.

"I am very pitiful, but..."

Mu Yun suddenly raised his head, looked at Ling Qingtian and Xue Ruoqing, and said indifferently: "You two, it should be more pitiful!"

"When the blood is dead, blood is ruthless, you can only watch your son be killed by me, what can you do? Lingming is dead, and you are in the sky, and you are the top ten immortal kings. There is no opponent under the immortal emperor. How can it be?"

Looking at the two, Mu Yun said with a light tone, "You, you can only watch!"

"Although I was blind and saw you wrong, I can make up for the mistakes I made, as long as... kill you!"

The words fell, and the long sword waved, Mu Yun rushed towards the two directly.

Ling Qingtian became angry from embarrassment at this moment. He had already lost his mind. He watched his son be killed in front of him, how he was not angry.

However, Mu Yun's goal was not him at all.

"Colossus puppet, kill!"

In an instant, in front of Mu Yun, the giant puppet appeared, roaring directly, and rushing towards Ling Qingtian.

As one of the top ten immortal kings, Ling Qingtian's attack is very domineering.

However, even no matter how overbearing, Mu Yun believed that the giant puppet could definitely resist!

And what he wanted to kill and deal with was blood and merciless!

At this moment, seeing Mu Yun slaying towards him, the **** face was indifferent, without the slightest fear.

A sickle of death appeared in his hand.

The sickle was three meters long, and the sickle blade was one palm wide, exuding a faint cold light, which stretched out nearly half a meter.

"Mu Yun, do you think that my ruthless blood is the blood ruthless who once respectfully called you Senior Mu?"

"I will show you how powerful my bloodline is!"

Ye Wuqing held the death sickle tightly in both hands, and looked carefully, that death sickle and blood ruthlessly fit together, and it was obvious that it was also an emperor-level immortal weapon.

The two figures immediately collided, and a hissing sound rang out in the air.

Suddenly, the two figures retreated violently.

"Half Emperor Realm!"

"Half Emperor Realm!"

Almost at the same time, Mu Yun and Xue Ruqing both exclaimed and looked at each other.

"Unexpectedly, from the second-rate fairy king, you reached the half-emperor realm so quickly!" After Xue Ruqing was surprised, he calmly said: "It seems that I still underestimate you!"

"I didn't expect that you, who used to be so harmonious, now look like this!"

Blood is ruthless, unlike all the enemies he dealt with.

Now Mu Yun is almost certain that Xue Ruqing is a member of the blood race of the gods.

What's more certain is that the blood cloud is not a simple identity, the blood owl is not dead, and even... the blood cloud may be the blood owl!

But no matter how it is judged, the blood is ruthless and belongs to the blood race, and it is very likely that the blood talent will be awakened.

The blood race, the powerful existence in the **** race second only to the herdsman.

What is his bloodline talent?

Mu Yun didn't want to ask Guiyi or Grandpa Mu Fengchen at this moment.

No matter what blood talent, today, blood is ruthless and must die!

The nine burning sky swords were directly swung out at this moment, and the powerful swordsmanship was enveloped layer by layer at this moment.

The frenzied breath spread, Mu Yun at this moment, the surrounding domains, burst out one after another stronger than one after another.

At this moment, blood is ruthless.

The two figures collided thoroughly, with one sword and one sickle, and the light flashed. Fight together completely...