Seeing him whip the whip again, Lin Qingyang gritted his teeth and rolled around to avoid it. The whip hit the marble floor tiles, and the hard marble was instantly shattered.
Mo Yan frowned. He didn't know the situation of Lin Qingyang. He just felt that Shi Ruobai was too angry and was a bit heavy-handed. Xue Lanyuan, on the other hand, was still watching coldly, without any change in his expression.
Lin Qingyang panted and raised his eyes to look at Shi Ruobai. Shi Ruobai was staring at him, his eyes red because of his ferocity, as if he hated him very much. Thinking of Shi Ruobai holding a bunch of pills Spirit Stone and stuffing them to him, his heart suddenly felt sour.
"Senior brother." Lin Qingyang called out weakly.
Shi Ruobai paused when he raised his hand and looked at the bloody marks on Lin Qingyang's back. He looked dazed for a moment, and suddenly a familiar scene appeared in his mind. The young man was kneeling in the hall, his back was dripping with blood. He looked at him with a pale face, smiled, and called him senior brother.
There was a trace of confusion on Shi Ruobai's face, but then the picture in his mind was that Lin Qingyang was serving the poisoned tea to himself, and his eyes slowly darkened again.
Lin Qingyang took advantage of Shi Ruobai's distraction and struggled back. He struggled to get up and was about to run when he saw the whip in Shi Ruobai's hand swing over again. This time, it hit his chest. He was sent flying and hit the pillar of the hall. He fell to the ground again, and the mouthful of blood that had been stuck in his throat suddenly spat out.
At this time, all the disciples outside the Heavenly Strategy Hall were whispering. When they heard the sound of whipping coming from inside, everyone was a little surprised, and Feng Shu and Feng Yi was even more anxious.
"It's over, it's over, will Master be beaten to death by Sect Leader?" Feng Yi said anxiously.
"No, Sect Leader has been the best to Elder for so many years, so it shouldn't be too difficult for him." Feng Shu said hesitantly, not sure whether he was comforting Feng Yi or himself.
"But Sect Leader looks so scary now." Feng Yi whispered.
Feng Shu looked hesitant, gritted his teeth and stepped forward to go in. Lei Cheng led several Ink Cloud Hall disciples to block the door. Mo Yan had given instructions not to let anyone else in. Feng Shu frowned and glared at the leader Lei Cheng.
"Sect Leader and several Elder are inside, it's useless for you to go in." Lei Cheng said.
Feng Shu was speechless, frowning and looking at the closed door with worry.
Inside the Heavenly Strategy Hall, Lin Qingyang lay weakly on the ground, coughing and feeling a little blurry in his vision.
Shi Ruobai stood in front of him, the whip in his hand still dripping with blood, looking at Lin Qingyang with bloodthirsty eyes.
Mo Yan stood behind Shi Ruobai, unable to see the expression on his face. Seeing Lin Qingyang's appearance, he couldn't help but frown. He thought that even if Shi Ruobai was angry, he wouldn't be so harsh.
"Sect Leader, he should know he was wrong." Mo Yan couldn't help but persuaded.
"He wants to beat me to death!" Lin Qingyang gritted his teeth and coughed up another mouthful of blood.
But Shi Ruobai seemed to be unable to hear anything at the moment. He only looked at Lin Qingyang, smiled solemnly, and raised his whip again.
Lin Qingyang wanted to hide, but he couldn't move at the moment and saw the whip falling.
At this time, there was only a loud noise, and the sealed door burst open with a bang. A black shadow flashed in very quickly, bringing with it a gust of wind, and rushed in front of Lin Qingyang. Its claws struck hard at the falling whip, and the whip was instantly torn into two pieces.
Qi Mo stood in front of Lin Qingyang, staring at Shi Ruobai with an angry face, and Demonic Qi overflowed from his body.
"A-Qi." Lin Qingyang called out weakly.
Qi Mo looked back and saw his miserable state clearly.
His hands were shackled, and his clothes were stained with blood stains. His entire face was pale, and he lay helplessly on the ground.
Qi Mo's eyes suddenly turned red, and he turned his head to look at Shi Ruobai fiercely. Sharp fangs appeared, and there was a cold killing intent in his eyes.
Everyone looked inside along the broken door and were stunned when they saw this scene. Feng Shu and Feng Yi was even more shocked and ran over quickly. Lei Cheng stood at the door holding his scratched shoulder.
Shi Ruobai looked at Qi Mo with a gloomy expression. The heavy Demonic Qi in the air seemed to make his expression even more manic. He threw away the broken whip in his hand and directly summoned the long sword.
"A-Qi, be careful!" Lin Qingyang shouted.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Shi Ruobai stabbing Qi Mo with his sword. Qi Mo quickly dodged to avoid it, and instantly dodged behind him and struck his back with a claw. Shi Ruobai reacted very quickly, turned around and stabbed his sword directly into his abdomen.
"A-Qi!" Lin Qingyang had just been helped up by Feng Shu and Feng Yi when he saw Qi Mo being stabbed with a sword and shouted anxiously.
Qi Mo grabbed the long sword and looked at the opponent with fierce eyes. Instead of retreating, he advanced instead, allowing the sword to penetrate deeper. He grabbed the opponent's neck with his sharp claws and picked up a drop of blood. Shi Ruobai retreated suddenly and pulled out the sword.
When he stood still again, he saw a very deep scratch on his neck. Blood flowed down his neck, instantly staining a large area of his clothes. If he had moved a little further this time, he might have directly cut off Shi Ruobai's trachea.
Qi Mo was holding the wound on his abdomen, blood seeping out from between his fingers and flowing to the ground, and blood was constantly leaking from the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were still looking at Shi Ruobai fiercely.
Shi Ruobai looked ferocious, he was injured, but the Demonic Qi around him seemed to be thicker.
The long sword struck Qi Mo hard again, and Sword Qi was so shocked that Lin Qingyang took a step back and looked at Qi Mo anxiously.
After Qi Mo avoided the attack, he turned around and tried to attack Shi Ruobai again, but he blocked it with his backhand and then struck Qi Mo with his whole body against the stone pillar in the hall, and then Sword Qi came towards him., Qi Mo narrowly avoided it, and saw Sword Qi hit the pillar in the palace. Most of the pillars instantly shattered, and the whole pillar was tilted and almost fell over. Qi Mo was also affected by Sword Qi and fell to the ground.
Immediately, a cold light flashed, and Shi Ruobai's long sword stabbed Qi Mo, who was lying on the ground. Lin Qingyang took a breath, and saw the long sword approaching his eyes. In an instant, lightning flashed, and Mo Yan's Thunderclap Mace blocked Shi Ruobai's sword.
"Sect Leader?" Mo Yan looked at Shi Ruobai, but when he met his red eyes, his face was stunned.
Shi Ruobai immediately backhand slashed towards Mo Yan. Mo Yan lifted up Thunderclap Mace to block it, but was knocked away by the huge force. After barely standing still, he looked at Shi Ruobai with a shocked look on his face. Qi Mo also took the opportunity to step aside.
Shi Ruobai stood in the middle of the hall, his face crazy, his eyes red, and where Qi Mo had just scratched his neck, fine black hair began to grow around the wound, and the Demonic Qi scattered all over his body also explained everything.
Mo Yan was stunned and looked at Shi Ruobai in shock. He had really turned into Otherworldly Demon! He suddenly turned his head to look at Lin Qingyang and saw that he looked sad and his eyes were a bit desperate.
"Sect Leader has turned into a demon!" a disciple shouted at the scene.
All the disciples looked at Shi Ruobai with horrified expressions, and many of them were so frightened that they backed away.
Shi Ruobai's face twitched, and his eyeballs turned red. Seeing everyone showing a ferocious smile, black lines gradually appeared on their faces, and the fine hairs around the wounds began to turn into large black feathers, like crow's feathers, Lin Qingyang frowned.