Chapter 31 (2/2)

Mo ChenLun's expression was distorted, his face was ferocious, and he roared at Mo Jueyuan crazily.

”Ha ha ha, Mo ChenLun, it's good for you to kneel down to me. However, I kneel down to my parents. You are not qualified to let me kneel down. Even if your Lao Tzu comes, you are still not qualified!”

Mo Jueyuan's voice was loud and powerful. It sounded like a drum in his ear, which made his ears roar.

Mo ChenLun's face was a little ugly. He underestimated Mo Jueyuan's strength. He didn't expect that he was not Mo Jueyuan's opponent after he was promoted. He murmured in his heart:

”Damn it, what is mo Jueyuan's strength now and why he is so strong.”

Mo ChenLun said in a gloomy voice:

”Mo Jueyuan, there's another move. Come on.”

Mo Chueh yuan shook his head slightly, looked disdainful and said:

”You go first. I'll make you lose. One move.”

Mo ChenLun was very angry, and his face became very ugly, as black as the bottom of a pot. With a Shua, Mo ChenLun drew a soft sword from his waist and shook it. Suddenly, the soft sword was straight and shining with white light. There was a fluctuation of vitality inside.

”Since you are so big, don't blame me.”

Mo ChenLun smiles. Holding the sword with one hand, he mobilizes 100% of his energy and infuses it into the soft sword through a special way of operation. At that time, the white light on the soft sword becomes brighter and brighter. At the end, he wants to stab people's eyes like a small sun, emitting thousands of rays.

”Broken war sword.”

A white pitching, cutting the sky and creating the earth, cut through the air, with a sharp whistling sound, struck Mo Jueyuan like lightning.

Looking at the moment in front of Mo Jueyuan, Mo ChenLun was so excited that he couldn't help laughing, ”ha ha, Mo Jueyuan, go to die.”

On one side, Mo Yuting looked at the light of the sword splitting toward Mo Jueyuan. Suddenly, she was in a great hurry and cried out in a quick voice:

”It's Sipin sword skill. Be careful, Xiaoyuan.”

Mo Jueyuan had already seen Mo ChenLun perform this move. He was on guard before he told him to let Mo ChenLun do it first. Mo ChenLun did use this move.

Before the light of the sword came, Mo Jueyuan felt a sharp attack on his face, which made his skin tingle slightly.

Mo Jueyuan suddenly stretched out his right hand. With a strong fluctuation of vitality on his arm, he hit the sword light with a hard blow.

Poof.

With a light sound, Mo Jueyuan was enveloped in the surrounding dust and covered his figure.

Mo Yuting is a little nervous. She stares at Mo Jueyuan tightly. Her heart beats faster in an instant. Putong, Putong, her delicate hands unconsciously pinch her clothes.

Mo ChenLun, on the other side, was looking at the dusty place with a smile. Mo Jueyuan was struck by his intermediate sword skill. He would definitely be injured, and he was still seriously injured. Thinking of this, Mo ChenLun felt comfortable and full of resentment, and finally let out some of his anger.

After a few breath, the smoke and dust slowly dispersed, and a figure appeared.

Mo Yuting suddenly showed a smiling face, while Mo ChenLun's smile suddenly froze, his eyes staring at the figure, his face full of disbelief.

”No, no, how could it be, how could you be OK.”

Mo ChenLun yelled wildly, his eyes turned red.

Mo Jueyuan came out of the dust slowly, without any changes in his whole body, and no injuries. He gave Mo Yuting a smile with confidence.

Looking at some crazy Mo ChenLun, Mo Jueyuan walked forward slowly, with a very flat tone, and said to Mo ChenLun:

”Well, your move is not bad. It hurt my hand, but you did it. Now, it's my turn.”

With that, Mo Jueyuan speeded up in an instant and crossed the space between them like lightning. Mo Jueyuan immediately appeared in front of Mo ChenLun, facing him and flying a light foot.

Bang.

Mo ChenLun was put on his chest by Mo Jueyuan, and immediately kicked out until he hit a big tree trunk.

Bupu

Mo ChenLun vomited two mouthfuls of blood and fell to the ground. He couldn't get up. He could only gasp in a hurry.

Mo Jueyuan and Mo Yuting casually look at the three people on the ground,

”I don't want to kill you. Although you've been plotting against me, today you are all injured by me, and you have also figured out the evil spirit in my heart. The so-called life and death are vital, and wealth lies in heaven. Whether you can go out alive depends on your own fortune.”

With that, Mo Jueyuan didn't care about them any more. Together with Mo Yuting, they walked slowly towards the distance.

Until Mo chueyuan and Mo ChenLun walked far away, they didn't get up and lay still on the ground.

Mo ChenLun is seriously injured. Mo Tianlun has been in a coma for a long time. Mo Shangxin is seriously injured, but he has absorbed a lot of energy before and has recovered his basic fighting capacity.

The short and fat figure slowly got up and hobbled to Mo ChenLun. Mo Shangxin looked at Mo ChenLun lying on the ground. There was no violence and foolishness in his eyes, but shrewdness and ruthlessness.

Slowly squatting down, Mo Shangxin gently pressed his hand on Mo ChenLun's chest. In Mo ChenLun's astonished eyes, he vomited his strength and immediately broke Mo ChenLun's heart.

Mo ChenLun, the son of the elder, died.