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Chapter 173: Sword Qi Killing Memorial

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    Mu Qingge looked straight ahead with a calm expression, and when the "hunter" approached, he said, "No need to chase, I admit defeat!"

    Hearing this, the three "hunters" couldn't help but be stunned. At the same time, they stopped moving forward, with surprise in their eyes!  This situation was completely unexpected and disrupted their original plans and calculations.

    After a moment of silence, one of the hunters, who seemed to be the leader of the group, sternly reprimanded: "Don't you understand the rules of the 'Hunting Death Test'? The negative approach of being captured without any resistance like you is strictly prohibited!"

    Mu Qingge's expression remained unchanged, and he just wrote lightly: "You Mu people care about the ranking of the 'Hunting Death Test', but I, a foreigner, don't care about that! Instead of spending time playing games with you in this forest, why not  Return to Sword Valley to practice as soon as possible!"

    Hearing this answer, the hunter who had spoken earlier turned his head, looked at the other two for a few times, and finally nodded, as if he had made a decision. He looked back and said again: "In this case, let's first  We will escort you back to the assembly point and decide whether to take punitive measures against you."

    Under the broad-leaf tree, Mu Qingge stood quietly without expressing any objection. He stretched out his hands forward casually, showing an attitude of letting himself be bound.

    Seeing this, one of the hunters pulled a piece of hair from the back of his head and twisted it with his fingers. The hair soon turned into a green rope as thick as a finger.

    Holding the thick green rope in his hand, the hunter stepped forward with a cautious look on his face, intending to tie up Mu Qingge.

    When the distance between the two was only ten feet, Mu Qingge's body suddenly leaned forward, his right hand suddenly grasped the hilt of the sword, and he rushed forward like lightning.

    ??The swift shadow is like a flying tiger, and a single sword strikes the target!

    An extremely fast cold arc flew out diagonally, then stopped suddenly.

    The hunter holding the green rope stopped in his tracks, and the drastic change of fear was forever condensed on his face.  A very thin red line appeared in his throat, and a flash of hot scarlet sprayed out. His body slumped to the ground, and he died in the blink of an eye.

    "You!" When the other two hunters saw this, they stood there with shock and anger on their faces.

    Without waiting for the two men to react, Mu Qingge suddenly raised his finger forward, drove a sword energy into the thigh of a nearby hunter, and jumped forward.

    The hunter was suddenly startled after feeling the pain. Seeing the figure approaching, he clasped his palms together in panic and shouted in a low voice: "Thousands of wooden hair!"

    In an instant, nearly a hundred green hairs swelled into ropes as thick as a thumb. They were as fast as snakes, winding towards the figure that was about to pounce.

    Mu Qingge's castration remained intact. The right arm holding the sword suddenly moved forward. The shadow of the sword quickly danced in several arcs. Then he raised it strangely, passing through the broken green shadows like lightning, and turned around.  There was a glimmer of cold light.

    With a snap of the fingers, the person stops, the throat is broken, and the breath stops.

    In just one round, the second hunter fell to the ground and died.

    Witnessing this scene, the third hunter not far away was deeply shocked by the strength shown by Mu Qingge. His heart tightened and he began to jump back while holding a red "message talisman" at his fingertips.  time, trying to send an emergency message.

    At this moment, a figure jumped out from behind the tree, silently circled behind the hunter, and stabbed forward with a sharp blade.

    The hunter suddenly felt a chill in his heart, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he died before he could even let out a cry of pain.

    Mu Qingge stepped forward with her sword in hand, glanced at the hunter who fell to the ground, and said nothing.

    "There is still a tail, hurry up and cut it off." Bian Yao raised his hand to shake off the blood beads on the tip of the blade, and his body suddenly turned into a dense aura and disappeared from the place.

    Mu Qingge didn't answer silently, and suddenly waved her arm, sheathed the sword casually, suddenly jumped away from the place, and shot towards a giant tree in the southwest.

    Twenty feet away, the wooden owl crouched on the branch of a huge tree with his sword on his back, staring at the distance not far away with a look of amazement on his face through the gaps between the branches and leaves.

    Just now, as a "fugitive", Mu Qingge suddenly opened his sword and started killing, killing two hunters in just a few breaths. The entire killing process was witnessed by him, and he was shocked and felt in his heart.  It also gave rise to some incomprehensible doubts.

    When the last hunter was attacked and killed by Bian Yao who appeared secretly, Mu Xiao finally concluded that the two foreigners were harboring ulterior secrets.

    "If you dare to act like this, it's possible that these two people have no intention of returning to the valley!" Mu Xiao was just thinking about this, but found that Bian Yao's figure mysteriously disappeared under his gaze.

    As soon as a trace of vigilance emerged from his heart, Mu Xiao's expression suddenly changed, because the sword-carrying figure was shooting towards his hiding place.

      Although he was wary of Bian Yao who had disappeared inexplicably, time no longer allowed him to have extra thoughts and decisions.

    The wooden owl bit hard with his teeth, and the pride in his heart burst out violently. He stood up suddenly, jumped out from behind the branches, and rushed towards Mu Qingge.

    Sword madness versus sword madness, two young sword cultivators, the collision of pride and arrogance!

    During the rush, the two people who were approaching quickly raised their sword fingers at the same time, their eyes locked on each other's figures.

    When the two sides were less than three feet apart, two rays of energy shot out from their respective fingers!

    The moment the wooden owl pointed its finger, Mu Qingge suddenly touched the ground with the toes of her feet, her figure rose up, flipped into the air, and a sword energy shot out diagonally from her fingertips.

    The white light brushed against Mu Qingge's left cuff, and almost at the same moment, a low groan came from Mu Xiao's mouth. The former's sword energy penetrated his right shoulder blade, tingling his nerves.

    The duel of sword energy was just a prelude. Two figures passed each other in mid-air. The moment they landed, the distance between the two sides narrowed again.

    This is a battle of similar strength, and both sides have no reservations.

    Mu Qingge's body skills were erratic and unpredictable, and his sword moves were like blows of returning wind, lifting up the dead leaves on the ground.

    The pain caused by the sword energy entering the body did not slow down Mu Xiao's movements. After the first move fell behind, he swung the sword with his backhand, which was comparable to Mu Qingge's life-chasing sword move.

    After a few rounds, a figure suddenly emerged from the sloping ground and quickly hit the wooden owl.

    At the critical moment, Mu Xiao subconsciously dodged and retreated sideways.

    In an instant, Mu Qingge's sword path suddenly changed, and he pressed forward with great speed, and instantly thrust out a mysterious sword move, as fast as lightning!

    The wooden owl dodged the sudden collision, but failed to avoid the fatal cold light and was stabbed in the throat by a sword!

    The shape is still and the shadows are still, the warm red is dripping, and the wooden owl falls to the ground and is defeated!

    Mu Qingge sheathed her sword and stood up, her eyes cold. He did not look at Mu Xiao's body again, and there was no trace of joy on his face.

    The figure that suddenly appeared and crashed towards Mu Xiao was naturally Bian Yao. He took a few steps forward, looked at Mu Xiao who fell to the ground, and frowned slightly.

    The time to escape was too tight, and the two of them did not dare to stay longer. However, when they were about to leave, an angry shout suddenly sounded in their ears: "You two deserve to die for murdering my people!"

    Along with the shout, a figure holding a wooden knife quickly swept out of the bushes and appeared more than ten feet away
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