Chapter 817 (1/2)

Everyone's mouth is so open that they can put an egg in it and can't speak for a long time. They all guessed the beginning, but not the end.

Up to now, they don't know how that sword can contain such great power. Maybe that sword contains the strong momentum of beauty and Mu Zhong's powerful attack. The power is really not small. But even if they two people directly join hands, it can't be mu Chengyang's opponent, what's more, it's just a long sword.

Is mu Hanyan not boasting? What she's been knocking about these days is not the nonsense she wants to make, but the magic weapon she has made.

”Young master, what's the matter with you?” Mu Zhong rushed to the past with crying cavity, quickly opened the brick and stone, picked Mu Chengyang out.

Fortunately, Mu Chengyang is not dead yet, but his whole body is dusty, standing there like a clay statue.

The most terrible thing is that his whole body was torn to pieces by the long sword pieces. A small piece of sword was just in the middle of his forehead. It was very shallow into the flesh, but it still pierced the skin. A blood line trickled down his forehead to the tip of his nose and down his nose to his chin. It really looked like how embarrassed, how miserable, how miserable.

”Mu Zhong, you're too cruel. He's also the son of your family. No matter how much resentment you have in your heart, you shouldn't do this.” With a sigh.

”You're bullshit, I'm not.” Seeing that Mu Chengyang was injured like this, Mu Zhong was scared out of his wits. He was more careful that his liver would flop.

”Just now so many people were watching, you still want to deny it. Who split my sword? Where can it fly? Why do you have to fly to Chengyang? Dare you say you didn't mean to Looks disdain of hum a, say.

”I didn't know it would fly to you. You're obviously trying to sow dissension.” Mu Zhong's lips trembled with anger.

”You're the one who did it. You said you didn't know? A joke. ” Beauty turned to Huayue and said, ”Huayue, let's demonstrate it.”

Hua Yue rolled her eyes and pulled out her sword and stabbed her feebly.

The beauty pulls out a sword to split, the Flower Moon's sword takes off and flies toward the Mu cold smoke.

Mu Hanyan's arm stretched out, caught the sword, and then staggered back two steps, pointed to the appearance of ”pain is not willing to live” and said: ”appearance, I treat you well, why do you want to do this to me?”

Looking at mu Hanyan's staggering steps and the expression of grief and indignation, some people around could not help laughing.

”Yuzhe, it's your turn.” Beauty said to Jiang Yuzhe.

Jiang Yuzhe also rolled his eyes and stabbed a sword.

The beautiful sword light flashed, and a long sword with cold light flashed towards the cold smoke.

”Beauty, our name is master servant, but I treat you like a brother. You are so cruel!” Mu Hanyan left rib ”in” a flying sword, back two steps, said hopelessly.

Seeing the tears in master Mu's eyes, the laughter around him was more cheerful.

”It's my turn. It's my turn.” Han yun'er jumps out and draws out his sword like a model.