Mo Liancheng's sharp edge flashed, and he was not afraid of danger, and the silver rope appeared like a spiritual snake.

Directly facing several killers who rushed over.

In his opinion, these people were like a big meal sent to him, waiting for him to solve it.

The situation is different now, he wants to fight quickly, so as soon as he comes up, he is a killer move, fast, accurate, and cruel! He shows no mercy at all. And his move took the lives of several killers and shocked the audience in one go.

The killers who had just wanted to pounce on him stopped immediately.

The man in blue asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? How dare you care about our nostalgia?"

Mo Liancheng said slowly: "There is no other business in the world that I dare not care about."

"I? Who are you?"

A man who dares to claim to be my king also makes the man in blue worry.

"Moliancheng."

"The Eighth Prince of Dongyue Kingdom?!" The man in blue changed color slightly when he heard this, but suddenly his eyes were fierce. "If you have a way in heaven, you don't go, and if you don't have a way in hell, you insist on breaking in. Don't do it, kill one! Don't leave one. Even the one in the carriage will be killed together. Otherwise, you will die in the future."

Mo Liancheng was shocked and looked back.

Qu Tan'er really didn't leave, but she stood quietly in the wind.

The wind blew, her white shirt was fluttering, and she was dressed as a man, but she did not hide her beauty at all.

You are a peerless beauty, but you can't hide it even if you want to.

Seeing Mo Liancheng looking at her, she raised her right hand slightly, and there was a flute, and the soul-lost. On her beautiful little face, there was a faint smile, without any panic or confusion, which made him feel much more at ease.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute started!

It is melodious and vague, as if it comes out of thin air.

If there wasn't a beautiful woman playing in the distance, no one would have found where the sound of the flute came from.

The faint sound of the flute was nothing at first, but it gradually made people feel inappropriate.

The world suddenly became particularly strange, and even the wind became still, and there was no feeling of wind. However, the trees, weeds and jungles were extremely active, as if they had a soul, and were very excited. Dozens of killers had their eyes dull and lost their souls. They also restrained their murderous aura at the same time, and their movements became slower and slower, as if they had not eaten for ten days and eight months.

Mo Liancheng and the other three were very energetic.

Xiao Li was about to be exhausted, but he suddenly wanted to take the stimulant and was energetic immediately. After a few ups and downs, several killers died under his sword.

The melancholy sound is faintly blowing.

In just a few seconds, all of the forty killers were destroyed.

At this moment, Qu Tan'er's flute stopped abruptly.

Heaven and earth suddenly returned to normal, but Xianxian's figure was a little unstable.

"Tan'er!"

"master?!"

With two screams of exclamation, Qu Tan'er fell down, and Jingxin was lucky to be able to help him quickly. Mo Liancheng's figure flew away, and he was approaching, holding Qu Tan'er, and shouted anxiously: "Tan'er! Tan'er, what's wrong?"

"Don't make noise, let me sleep for a while..." Qu Tan'er murmured, as if she felt very tired, so she leaned into his arms.

The old monster once said that within the range of the sound of the flute, it is her personal space. Everything in the space is controlled by her, and she is the master. No matter how she thinks, the things inside will change. Even if she wants the person inside to die, the person inside will die. However, this requires enough mental power to control, and her mental power is obviously insufficient.
Chapter completed!