The sudden change shocked everyone present. Lin Qingyang frowned and looked at Lu Qing warily.
Yun Zhan looked at Lu Qing with a sinister expression in shock. "Uncle Lu?"
Lu Qing did not look at him, but slowly stood up straight. Those bloodshot eyes from the pain of losing a child were staring at the seriously injured and weak Cang Mo. His facial muscles twitched slightly due to extreme resentment, and then he suddenly raised his voice and gritted his teeth and said, "What Otherworldly Demon! It's clearly Demon King." Cang Mo is cruel by nature and kills innocent people indiscriminately. Here he brutally killed my son Lu Ming!"
"Uncle Lu! What are you talking about?!" Yun Zhan explained eagerly, "I just saw it with my own eyes, Lu Ming really turned into Otherworldly Demon!"
Yun Zhan thought that Lu Qing just couldn't accept the pain of losing his son and lost his mind.
But Lu Qing ignored him at all, and only shouted to the surrounding Divine Sword Mountain disciples, "Yun Zhan has been confused by the Demon Clan and is talking nonsense here! Take him back and take care of his brain!"
The Divine Sword Mountain disciples around looked at each other, and for a moment no one dared to move. After all, Yun Zhan is the head disciple, the leader of the younger generation of Divine Sword Mountain, with extremely high prestige. Who dares to attack him easily?
"Hurry up!" Lu Qing saw this, the veins on his forehead popped out, and he shouted angrily again.
These disciples originally came from the Hundred Swords Peak controlled by Lu Qing. Due to the pressure, several disciples finally stepped forward and handed over Yun Zhan's Lingyun Sword. They tightly clamped his arms on the left and right and dragged him out forcibly.
"Let me go!" Yun Zhan struggled hard, but his spiritual veins were sealed. At this moment, he was unable to fight against these fellow disciples who still had cultivation. He could only shout at Lu Qing, "Uncle Lu, you can't do this! Every word I said is true! Lu Ming was killed by me and had nothing to do with the Demon Clan!"
Lu Qing turned around suddenly, strode in front of Yun Zhan, raised his hand and slapped him hard in the face.
"Pah!"
A crisp sound suddenly exploded in the hall, instantly suppressing all the noise.
Lu Qing stared at him, veins bulging out in the hand holding the sword, undisguised murderous intent surging in his red eyes, but he suppressed it into a cold and majestic face, lowered his voice, and gritted his teeth and said, "How dare you talk nonsense! Divine Sword Mountain's disciples practice evil arts and kill people indiscriminately. If such scandals spread, are you going to ruin Divine Sword Mountain's reputation? Are you worthy of your master!"
Yun Zhan was stunned. He looked at Lu Qing in shock. It was not until this moment that he realized that Lu Qing didn't believe his words. He just wanted to save Divine Sword Mountain's face, and to cover up Lu Ming's scandal, so he put the blame on the Demon Clan!
Looking at the uncle who had watched him grow up in front of him, Yun Zhan just felt extremely strange and ridiculous.
"Divine Sword Mountain The rules of the sect are: don't do anything in vain, don't deceive the darkroom... Have you forgotten, Master!" Yun Zhan stared at him and said through gritted teeth, "You are confusing right and wrong and framed marriage. Disaster is what really ruined Divine Sword Mountain! Uncle Master, the Human and Demon Clans peace contract is about to be signed. If you provoke a war between the two races because of your own selfishness today, all life will be destroyed..."
"Shut up!"
Lu Qing roared and couldn't bear it anymore and struck Yun Zhan hard on the back of the neck with his knife. Yun Zhan's vision went dark and he fell completely soft. Lu Qing stared at him angrily and waved his hand, indicating to his disciples to take him away immediately.
After dealing with Yun Zhan, Lu Qing's malicious eyes were once again fixed on Cang Mo. The revenge of killing his son could not be attacked by his fellow sect member Yun Zhan, so he All the hatred and murderous intent were poured into Cang Mo. If Cang Mo hadn't crippled Lu Ming's hand, how could his son have embarked on this irreversible evil path!
"Cang Mo! Pay for my son's life!" Lu Qing roared angrily, unsheathed his sword, and stabbed Cang Mo.
Cang Mo gritted his teeth, a flash of ruthlessness flashed in his wolf eyes, and he stretched out his hand to pull Lin Qingyang away from him. He endured the poison raging in his body, held the Howling Moon knife with one hand, and swept out with all his last Demonic Power!
The violent Demonic Qi turned into a hurricane and directly met Lu Qing's sword energy. The huge impact forced Lu Qing to take several steps back. The disciples in the front row even more He was thrown to the ground. Taking advantage of this short gap, Cang Mo grabbed Lin Qingyang's waist, turned into a black afterimage, smashed through the broken window lattice, and rushed out of Wuyoufang in the blink of an eye.
On the long street outside Wuyoufang, a gust of night wind suddenly swept up fallen leaves all over the ground.
As soon as Cang Mo and Lin Qingyang landed on the ground, before they could stand firm, several sharp sword energies came from the darkness to strangle them.
Cang Mo protected Lin Qingyang in his arms, swung his sword to block all the sword energy, but then, his body swayed violently as if he couldn't support it, and he almost fell to his knees.
At this time, several golden balls were suddenly thrown from all around. After a few muffled "bang bang" sounds, the balls exploded in mid-air and turned into golden monster catching nets, covering the sky and the earth.
Cang Mo was seriously injured and poisoned. At this moment, Demonic Power was stagnant and was entangled in the demon catching net and fell to the ground.
"A-Qi!" Lin Qingyang rushed over to untie the demon trap.
Cang Mo turned his head sharply and vomited out a large mouthful of black blood again. His already pale face was now even more greenish-black.
Outside Wuyoufang, the Divine Sword Mountain disciples who had been ambushing them for a long time appeared one after another and surrounded them with swords like iron barrels.
Immediately afterwards, Lu Qing's figure flashed and was chased out of Wuyoufang. He stared at Cang Mo in the net with murderous intent in his eyes. The long sword in his hand made a sharp sword cry, and with the killing sword aura, it went straight to Cang Mo's life gate!
Seeing that the killing move was about to come, a white figure flashed in front of him.
A deafening sound of clashing gold and iron resounded through the long street. Lin Qingyang held Windflower Sword, resisting Lu Qing's thunderous sword.
He held the sword with both hands, his mouth was numb from the shock, but his eyes revealed a heart-stopping determination.
The next moment, Spiritual Power exploded from Windflower Sword's sword, and the powerful counter-shock force directly knocked Lu Qing away. He fell heavily to the ground, and his chest was affected by the sword energy, leaving a large amount of blood.
Lin Qingyang slashed through the demon-catching net with his backhand sword, half-knelt on the ground and tore off the broken net from Cang Mo's body, and hugged the person into his arms.
On the empty long street, the scattered pedestrians had long been frightened by the terrifying battle and fled away. The cold wind howled, Lin Qingyang's eyes swept across the cold sword shadows around him, and an indescribable absurdity and sadness suddenly surged in his heart.
He suffered in this world for five years and tried his best to kill Bi Yue. He thought he could prevent the war between the two clans and rewrite the ending. But who would have thought that now he was destroyed because of one Lu Ming. Is it really God's will?
"Divine Sword Mountain disciples obey the order! Kill them!"
Lu Qing was helped up by his disciples, clutching his chest and roaring crazily.
The surrounding disciples clenched their swords tightly, but showed hesitation on their faces. No one dared to step forward for a moment. The terrifying strength of Lin Qingyang when he killed Bi Yue had already spread throughout the cultivation world, and now no one wanted to go up and die.
Lin Qingyang ignored the killing intent around him. He just lowered his head and gently stroked Cang Mo's hair that was soaked in cold sweat. His voice was soft and coaxing. "Don't be afraid, A-Qi, I will take you back."
That tone seemed as if he was not holding the frightened Demon King in his arms, but the frail and weak young man from back then.
Cang Mo's heart suddenly shrank, and he instantly felt an inexplicable panic. He grabbed Lin Qingyang's hand.
Lu Qing Seeing the disciples flinching, he was so angry that he pushed away the disciple who was supporting him and threw the long sword in his hand into the air.
Spiritual Power Under the crazy infusion, the long sword instantly transformed into dozens of cold sword shadows, like an airtight sword net, with the murderous intention of destroying the world, hooding the two people!
Lin Qingyang held Windflower Sword tightly with a determined look in his eyes.