Chapter 1145 2.581 Obsessed
"Young master, don't be so obsessed! Tell Mr. Heng to kill this woman, and you come back with us!"
"No!" Ding Yun was in a hurry, he was very clear about the cultivation level of these two old ghosts.
That was the cultivation base suppressed by a fourth-level spiritual master, and Xiao Mutou was definitely not Heng's opponent.
"I'll just go with you, let her go!" Ding Yun shouted angrily, "Let her go!"
Holding the big scissors, Mr. Heng shook his head, "I'm sorry, young master, this is an order from Madam. Today, this old man will definitely leave this woman's life here."
After saying that, Mr. Heng stepped up his attack, turned a pair of big scissors up and down, and with fierce force, cut straight at Qiao Mu's small neck.
Qiao Mu turned around four or five times, frowned displeasedly, and looked coldly at the big scissors pointed at her throat.
"Keng." Yubai's small hand came into direct contact with the big scissors, and a metallic spark unexpectedly came out.
The old man was startled suddenly, his eyes widened in disbelief, "How could this be?"
This woman was able to collide with his profound weapon with bare hands.
While thinking about it, Qiao Mu slapped his scissors away with a ruler, raised his hand, and three hexagonal diamond-shaped snowflakes flew over. "Bang bang" split the two trees beside the old man, and the upper half of the tree fell directly.
Seeing that he was about to fall on the old man, the old man Heng suddenly flew out with a palm, directly smashing the fallen tree into pieces.
"I really underestimated you!" The old man's body suddenly had a trace of spiritual power and aura fluctuations, belonging to the fourth-level spiritual master's cultivation base, which skyrocketed inch by inch, and suddenly stretched out a withered black claw, grabbing at Qiao Mu's shoulder .
Seeing this, the old man who was holding Ding Yun had a stern look flashing between his brows, he jumped up, threw a sword from the back of Qiao Mu, and approached straight.
"Two guardians!!" Ding Jiaozhu looked at the scene in front of him with daring courage, his figure passed faster than his mind, and he rushed towards Qiao Mu in one fell swoop.
Pulling Qiao Mu's small body violently, he turned around and pushed her down beside him.
One of the guardians had no time to retract the sword in his hand, and with a snort, he drew a bloody gash on the back of Master Ding.
Old Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, and almost immediately took a step forward to check his injuries, "Young Master!"
The other person hastily withdrew his sword and bent forward in panic, "How are you, young master?"
Ding Yun lay there face down and remained silent for a long time.
But the two protectors were panicked to death, one reached out to support him and turned around, the other lowered his head and shouted in a hurry, "Young master, young master!"
In the depths of Ding Yun's eyes covered by hair, a cold light suddenly flashed across.
A burst of spiritual light suddenly burst out from his hands, and he punched left and right, hitting the waists of the two guardians.
Hearing two "clicks", the two old guardians stared wide-eyed. They were hit firmly in the waist and abdomen by the wind of the fist, and they flew backwards, and fell heavily to the ground with a "bang bang".
They never expected that their young master would attack them suddenly.
After Ding Yun succeeded in one blow, he quickly stood up, kicked with his toes, and picked up the sword dropped by one of the guardians. Without blinking, the sword light surged and slid across the necks of the two guardians.
Two extremely thin lines of blood then appeared on the necks of the two Beitan protectors.
They stared at their dead fish eyes angrily until they died, completely unable to figure out why the young master would kill them so painfully.