Anyone who sees the Tianmo Qin today will know that it is a priceless treasure.

Xue Minglang couldn't help but tremble with his hands, and slowly stretched out his hands and pressed them on the strings.

The strings make a humming sound, crisp and sweet.

The accident happened at this moment.

Colorful rays of light burst out from the piano body, turning into brilliant explosions like fireworks.

Xue Minglang didn't even have time to respond to what happened.

His instinct for a long time has made him feel extremely dangerous.

Without thinking, he pulled the out-of-body subordinate and held it in front of his chest.

Poof!

This is the sound of a sharp knife penetrating the heart.

After the light dissipated, Xue Minglang slowly lowered his head. When he saw a transparent sword piercing his heart in front of him, his pupils suddenly shrank.

This subordinate who was in the third level of the out-of-body stage died without even humming.

A feeling of fear for the rest of my life came to my mind.

The transparent long sword shook, whizzed and flew back to Muyan's hand, transforming back into the Demonic Qin.

Xue Minglang slowly exhaled and came to his senses. The veins on his face popped out one by one. The boundless anger made him roar, "Jun Muyan, you dare to play tricks on me again and again. You are really serious."

Are my Xue family easy to bully?"

"Kill!!" He waved his hand and roared at the Xue family servants below, "Kill all the people from the Xiaoyao team. If the people from the Qilin team dare to resist, I will kill them all. Along with that bitch Murong Xue

, and don’t let it go!!”

Xue Minglang just finished speaking.

Suddenly, a voice filled with murderous intent and anger came from the distant sky.

"Xue Minglang, why don't you want to let my granddaughter go? You should tell me!!"

Murong Xue suddenly raised her head and looked to the sky in disbelief.

In an instant, streaks of sword light pierced the sky like meteors and landed in the Xue family's courtyard.

"Sister, sister, are you okay!!"

Murong Qi flew his sword and immediately rushed towards Murong Xue, his face full of anxiety.

When he got closer, he saw Murong Xue's pale face, shaky body, and the scars on his face that had not yet healed.

His expression immediately changed, "Xiaoxue, what's wrong with you? Why are there so many injuries on your body? What did these bastards from the Xue family do to you..."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly.

The hand that originally wanted to grab Murong Xue's hands was holding an empty sleeve and was frozen in mid-air.

"Xiaoxue, sister, you...your hands...what happened to your hands?!"

Murong Xue's eyes were red, her voice was slightly hoarse, but a smile appeared on her face, "Brother, I castrated Xue Huailu with my own hands and took his life. Use one of my hands to exchange for happiness and freedom. I feel

That’s enough.”

Murong Qi's eyes suddenly turned red.

The man, who was seven feet tall, pinched his sleeves and turned his back, hunching his back, trying to suppress the cry coming from his chest.

"Brother, I can practice swordsmanship with just one hand..."

Murong Qi couldn't bear it anymore and hugged her, hot tears dripping into her neck, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Xiaoxue, it's my brother who is too useless, it's our Murong family who are too useless!"

Murong Xue blinked and tears fell from her eyes.

But there was a slight smile on her face.

On the other side, Xue Minglang looked at the Murong family with an angry and unkind expression, "Murong Yan, what do you mean?! I just cured the blood evil for you, is this how you repay my Xue family?
Chapter completed!