Chapter 287: Death of Yang Qingqing

"Are you looking for me?" The ethereal voice shocked the man in black. He raised his eyes sharply, and saw a celestial appearance that he had never seen before. He was close at hand, and the surprise and amazement in his eyes appeared at the same time. There are such beautiful women in the world.

Su Zimo changed her sweet smile from before, and in the blink of an eye, Su Zimo had already pinched the man in black's neck.

"Tell me, where are your people?"

Suddenly, Su Zimo noticed something was wrong with the man in black's face.

He suddenly let go of the man in black, and his body softened and he fell towards the ground.

When Su Zimo saw it, she knew in her heart that he had committed suicide by biting the poison in his mouth.

Su Zimo bit her lower lip, turned around, summoned the fire phoenix, released the purple butterfly, and chased Su Qingjue and the others. Today, she would not let them escape, and would take away their nest together.

In Qinyuan Building, Yang Qingqing seemed to know that Mu Yunxuan would come, sitting quietly in the restaurant drinking tea and waiting for Mu Yunxuan.

Mu Yunxuan entered the restaurant, and a man in black appeared ten steps away, but he did not stop Mu Yunxuan.

As soon as he reached the stairs on the second floor, Mu Yunxuan caught a glimpse of Yang Qingqing in a red dress.

"I didn't expect you to come so slowly?"

Yang Qingqing said lightly and glanced sideways at Mu Yunxuan.

There were two women standing next to her, one of whom was Qianhui.

"Even if I am slow to arrive, today is the day you die."

Mu Yunxuan's cold tone went straight to Yang Qingqing's heart, and his tone was full of disdain.

Facing such cold eyes, Yang Qingqing's face changed slightly, his body froze slightly, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

Even Qian Hui and the others were shocked by Mu Yunxuan's aura and looked at Mu Yunxuan nervously, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

The angular handsome face was full of murderous intent.

"Mu Yunxuan, you are so good at hiding it! I have been looking for Netherworld Palace for so many years, but I have never found any clues, but I never thought in my dreams that you are the palace owner of Netherworld Palace."

Yang Qingqing made it clear that she couldn't force the Nether Sword out of Mu Yunxuan's hands today. She also found out the truth of the matter. Mu Yunxuan is Qin Mantian's eldest disciple and the master of Nether Palace. Qin Mantian, you Really well hidden!

Yang Qingqing sneered in her heart, but what was more heartbreaking was that she, Yang Qingqing, had been crazy about love, crazy about love, and even hated because of love.

"It's not too late to know now. I can make you understand."

Mu Yunxuan's face was calm. He was not surprised that Yang Qingqing guessed the identity of Netherworld Palace. The master was in Sanqing Mountain, and Yang Qingqing's people would definitely find out.

Hearing Mu Yunxuan's personal admission, Yang Qingqing looked sullen and breathless.

"What a despicable Qin Mantian, how can he not be found by this Palace Master?"

Yang Qingqing shouted excitedly, a deep hatred filling his forehead.

A heartbreaking scene suddenly flashed through my mind.

"Yang Qingqing, even if Huan'er dies, I will never look at you. In my heart, you will never be as good as Huan'er, and you will never be as good as Huan'er."

The ruthless words in his mind put Yang Qingqing on the verge of collapse.

"Qin Mantian, I, Yang Qingqing, am no better than Gu Yuhuan. Why are you doing this to me?"

Yang Qingqing said sadly to himself.

When Qianhui heard this, she secretly thought that it was not good! The palace owner will lose control of his emotions whenever he thinks about the past.

"Palace Master, are you okay?" Qian Hui quickly walked to Yang Qingqing and asked, and at the same time wanted to remind Yang Qingqing that Mu Yunxuan was still here.

"The revenge has not been avenged, how can anything happen to me?" Yang Qingqing smiled coldly, and looked up at Mu Yunxuan sharply.

"I will kill you, Lord, and then I will kill Qin Mantian."

Yang Qingqing slammed the table and flew forward to attack Mu Yunxuan. The destructive power of the first-level cultivation of the Saint Mysterious Stage was very powerful. When Mu Yunxuan dodged, the tables and chairs behind Mu Yunxuan had turned into powder.

"You are just thinking too much. You will never have the chance to see my master again."

Mu Yunxuan said gloomily, suddenly remembering something, his lips curved into a cold arc.

"The bargaining chip you wanted to use to threaten my master is useless."

Suddenly, Yang Qingqing looked at Mu Yunxuan in disbelief. Do they all know? No, it's impossible. That thing happened to her before and no one knew about it.

Mu Yunxuan took a look and felt sure that he had guessed most of the things right. At this moment, he had nothing to hesitate about. Is Mo'er still waiting for him?

His right hand stretched out fiercely, and the Netherworld Sword was already in his hand.

Seeing the Netherworld Sword, Yang Qingqing's pupils shrank sharply, and all the guesses in his heart were confirmed one by one.

Mu Yunxuan has made up his mind that he will not give in again and again. This time, Yang Qingqing must die.

"Come on! Mu Yunxuan, let me teach you the power of the Netherworld Sword."

Yang Qingqing shouted and flew towards Mu Yunxuan with the sword in his hand.

Mu Yunxuan snorted coldly and said sarcastically: "You are not overestimating your own abilities."

"Bang...!" The two swords collided. Yang Qingqing's right arm went numb, but the sword instantly broke into two halves. Yang Qingqing looked at the other broken sword in his hand in disbelief, how could it be possible?

Qian Hui's body also trembled. Mu Yunxuan really lived up to his reputation. His discovery was as shocking as a rock, with the power of thunder and lightning.

Yang Qingqing reacted, threw away the broken sword in his hand, and said in a cold voice: "Huh! The Netherworld Sword is indeed as good as clay."

Yang Qingqing's eyes condensed, and a red light condensed in his hand. The red light was like a sharp sword, striking Mu Yunxuan with the force of wind and rain.

Mu Yunxuan smiled coldly, raised the Nether Sword, and was able to deal with Yang Qingqing's red virtual sword with ease.

When Yang Qingqing saw Mu Yunxuan like this, he gradually felt the gap between himself and Mu Yunxuan. Mu Yunxuan's cultivation level had improved again.

Sensing this, Yang Qingqing's eyes were full of fear. No wonder Yu'er died in her hands so quickly.

"Give them all to this palace master."

Yang Qingqing gave an order, Qian Hui drew her sword, and there were even more masked men in black swarming around.

Mu Yunxuan glanced at Yang Qingqing sarcastically, and instantly unleashed the first level of Xuanwu level.

"Pfft..." The man fell down before he even reached Mu Yunxuan's side.

"Ah!" Yang Qingqing's eyes froze, and she shook her head in disbelief. She looked at the people on the ground, vomiting blood, and her body couldn't stop shaking.

"Mu Yunxuan, you..." Yang Qingqing was so surprised that he couldn't even speak. Mu Yunxuan could actually unleash such great power.

"I have already said that today is your day of death. Don't even think about asking outsiders to help you. Your secret shadow guards have long been eliminated by my two sons."

Hearing this, Yang Qingqing's face turned earth-colored, and a flash of fear flashed in Qian Hui's eyes.

He called the dull Yang Qingqing: "Palace Master."

Mu Yunxuan smiled, put away the Netherworld Sword, crossed his hands, and instantly, a powerful force around him tore apart everything around him.

The tables and chairs were swept away by the mysterious energy. The mysterious energy hit people, making it impossible to move at all. Finally, a huge golden ball of light formed in Mu Yunxuan's hand, which struck Yang Qingqing and the others with the force of thunder and lightning. There was a flash of lightning. , everyone only felt pain as if their bodies were being torn apart.

The blood in everyone's mouth became even more vomiting, and the pain in their bodies was heartbreaking.

"I don't have time to kill you one by one."

A dagger flew out of Mu Yunxuan's sleeves, and before Yang Qingqing had time to react, the dagger had already been inserted into her chest.

"Your Tianmen is nothing more than that. If the master hadn't tried to find out the whereabouts of his son, do you think you would still be alive today?"

After saying that, Mu Yunxuan didn't even look at Yang Qingqing, turned around and strode away.

The restaurant was full of desolation, and the corpses on the ground made people tremble in their hearts. Only Yang Qingqing, who was kneeling on the ground and staring at death with a pair of eyes, made people even more frightened.

In a temporary wooden house on a flat ground in a small forest.

The outside of the wooden house was tightly protected by men in black.

On a tiger-skin recliner, a middle-aged man wearing a black gold embroidered robe sat coldly. On the low table next to him, there was a pot of wine.

The man would occasionally pick it up and take a few sips. His bloodshot eyes were full of hatred, and his face was so cold that it made people look a little frightened.

"Your Majesty, the newly crowned prince has been captured."

Tucker came into the house to report.

Upon hearing this, the man suddenly put down the wine bottle and asked, "Why so fast?"

The first thing the man said was not to bring Su Qingjue in, but to wonder why Take came back so quickly and brought Su Qingjue back.

When Ta Ke heard this, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it.

"My lord, Ta Ke kidnapped the prince, and they didn't dare to catch up, so it went smoothly."

Take still had a sense of luck, after all, he really didn't find much out of the ordinary.

"Did the appearance at the city gate go smoothly?" the man asked coldly.

"Yes, Your Majesty, when we just rushed out of the city gate, General Liao'ang came with his people, but he didn't catch up with us."

"Bang!" The tall figure of the man stood up. Taku was already lying on the ground. The man kicked him, "Damn you, why are you so stupid? Didn't I warn you? Then Nalan Wenhao He is not an easy character to deal with, especially his second daughter Su Zimo and the Holy Lord of Yuncheng Mu Yunxuan. Rumors spread among the four countries that after you captured Su Qingjue, Su Zimo did not show any signs. Really? Will she let you escape from the capital easily?"

There was a series of questions that Take had never thought of, but he had also wondered about it. He just saw Ang's people chasing after him, and he couldn't help thinking about it at that time. After all, Ang was more difficult to deal with.