MTL - I Became the Ancestor of the Villain-Chapter 80 reorganize your language

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  Chapter 80 Reorganizing Your Language

  Seeing Mo frivolously approaching, Han Meng remained unmoved.

  He was born with an earth-attribute physique, and he was cultivated at the master level, and his strength far exceeded that of Chen Shi, who was at the martial artist level.

  Based on his defense, even if Lin Yang's Vulcan's Fury is forcibly resisted, it is difficult to cause too much damage.

   Not to mention Mo frivolous who is not known for attacking? Let Mo Qingkuang attack him frantically, but he went straight to the direction where Han Yaner escaped, and from time to time, he swat the overwhelmed Mo Qingkuang away like a fly.

  Gu Hongyi had lost the ability to move, fainted, his whole body was bloody, and he just collapsed on the ground.

  Now he doesn't particularly want to kill Mo frivolous. For a bloodthirsty person like him, having the life of a young princess on his hands makes him more excited than Mo frivolous.

  His step frequency is not fast, but it is like a leap, and each step can cover a distance of several feet. Even if some frivolous Mo frivolously interferes from the side, it is difficult to affect him to further reduce the distance between him and Han Yan'er.

  Feeling Han Meng's rapid approach, Han Yan'er's entire back broke out in cold sweat uncontrollably, and accidentally tripped and fell to the ground.

  Han Meng came in front of her, found her fear through her terrified eyes, and showed a cruel smile.

   "What a noble and beautiful woman, but don't she want to be cut in two by my horse-slaying sword like all poor and lowly people?" Han Meng licked his scarlet tongue and raised his horse-slaying sword high.

   "No, you are a princess, I have to give you some preferential treatment. Then, let's cut it into four sections."

  Han Yan'er almost closed her eyes in despair, but suddenly found that there was an extra figure in front of her.

  That familiar robe was carefully chosen by him to put on Mo Qingkuang, and it faintly matched with the one he was wearing.

  She deeply remembered that when she was choosing last night, the rapid beating in her chest seemed to jump out of her throat to show him.

   It was Mo frivolous who stopped in front of her.

   "Go! You are fast, he can't catch up with you!" Han Yan'er cried hysterically.

  Mo's frivolous behavior made her both annoyed and happy.

  The joy is that Mo Qingkuang is willing to block this sword for her, and is willing to die for her. She is not mistaken, he cares about herself.

   What is annoying is that Han Meng clearly no longer set his first goal as Mo Frivolous, but instead made killing himself his first priority.

  Mo frivolously didn't take this opportunity to escape quickly?

  With his speed, just give him a few breaths, he can get out of the danger zone and escape from the sky.

  Mo Qingkuang didn't look back, just looked at Han Meng coldly, and sighed softly: "Young master doesn't have the habit of escaping alone without leaving women behind."

"Hehehe, death is imminent, is there any sweet talk? I will make the two of you happy, let's talk together on the road to the underworld!" Seeing Mo's frivolous look, Han Meng was stunned for no reason, as if there was something out of his control things are about to happen.

   Immediately, he shook his head again. There was no one around, and he had already cleared the place. Even if the three of them together were not enough for him to deal with, what could happen?

   "You're dreaming! Get out! Does this princess need your help? You go away! I want you to live, you die, Wannian Hanyu is gone, nothing is gone! Get out!"

  Mo's frivolous words not only did not make Han Yan'er sick, but gave her a deep sense of security.

   Tears fell like rain for a while, regretting why he didn't express his heart to Mo frivolously.

  Both of them are going to die here today, Han Yan'er felt a burst of misery.

  I haven't experienced the love between a man and a woman, and I haven't lifted the veil of dust for the man I love for more than ten years.

  Are you going to die like this today?

  Don't be frivolous, on Huangquan Road, I will reveal your face again.

   "Don't worry, my sword is fast, I guarantee that both of you will die at the same time!" The grin on Han Meng's face became even more horrifying, and the horse-slashing stance had been fully charged.

  He can be sure that with this strike, both Mo Qingkuang and Han Yan'er will be split in half.

   "Ninth Princess, close your eyes!" Mo Qingkuang suddenly uttered a word in a low voice.

  Han Yan'er stared at the figure standing in front of her obsessively. She was unwilling to close her eyes, but she was also unwilling to disobey her lover's request. Maybe he didn't want him to see the blood stains on him that had been cut in half.

  Han Yan'er closed her eyes as she said, and only waited for Han Meng's long sword to split Mo Qingkuang's body before beheading her.

  As soon as Han Yan'er closed her eyes, Mo Qingkuang's frail body suddenly exploded into the sky!

  A powerful and unparalleled energy erupted from Mo frivolous body. The beard and hair are flying, and the clothes are flying.

   "Possession technique!" Mo Fan shouted, and instantly took over the control of Mo Qingkuang's body.

  Han Meng's long sword has been slashed down, with a bright sword aura, condensed like a substance.

  But I saw "Mo frivolous" stretch out a white hand, and under Han Meng's gradually terrified eyes, he caught the sharp blade.

   "Qiang", like gold and iron, the sharp blade of the long sword touched the white palm of "Mo frivolous".

   It was not as crushed as expected, it was broken like cutting tofu, but it seemed to be firmly held by a pair of iron tongs, splashing sparks.

  Afterwards, Han Meng only saw that Mo Qingkuang's originally bright and resolute eyes shrank instantly, and the white of the eyeballs almost occupied the entire eye socket, leaving only a small black spot.

   "You... who are you!" Han Meng suddenly felt that the situation was not good. The aura emanating from "Mo frivolous" was far above him, as if it was a vast and boundless sea, desperately destroying his dilapidated small sailboat.

  He tried hard to pull the long sword back from "Mo Frivolous"'s hand, but found that it didn't move at all.

  He wanted to kick "Mo Frivolous" away again, but was grabbed by "Mo Frivolous" with the other hand.

  "Mo frivolous" pulled out a cruel smile from the corner of his mouth, revealing bloodshot white teeth.

  The palm of the hand quietly exerted force, and Han Meng kicked over to the restrained right leg, making the sound of bones breaking.

   It turned into a piece of powder in an instant!

  The severe pain caused Han Meng to groan and collapse on the ground, clutching his right leg which was broken at the calf with almost no blood flowing out, looking at Mo frivolously as if a devil had descended.

  "Mo frivolous" held the long sword that Han Meng gave up control in his hand, slowly turned the sword head, and gestured at Han Meng's heart.

   "Say, who sent you here."

  Han Meng was horrified, but still maintained his inner professional ethics: "I can't say."

   "Really?" Mo Fan kneaded the long sword into a ball like flour in front of Han Meng.

   Then lightly broke off a small piece from the top, kneaded it into iron powder, and gently fell in front of Han Meng's eyes.

  The iron powder seemed to be heated by Mo Fan, and when it touched Han Meng's skin, it made a scorching sound.

   "Ah—" Han Meng let out a mournful wail, and his already ferocious face instantly became unrecognizable.

   Mo Fan had a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "I'll give you another chance to reorganize your language."

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  (end of this chapter)