Chapter 2323: Last words

That is a masterpiece.
He was thin, he was not too young, he was wearing a dragon robe with a golden crown and hair, and he was very imposing.
Although the figure is not tall, but it gives people a feeling of standing up high.
Lu Yi looked solemn.
It can't be said that the master's face also changed.
In the void, the saint king who fought against the wood turned around and arched his hand at the dragon-robed old man to show respect.
The old man in the dragon robe nodded slightly, his eyes swept around, and smiled and asked Mu Mu: "Why are you alone, where is my nephew?"
Hearing this, everyone knew the identity of the old man in Longpao, he was Mu En's uncle, and Mu Tiancai's father.
"Mu Jianfeng, where is the old pavilion master?" Mu Jian asked.
"Where is my father?" Longpao old man said indifferently: "Wood, this is the housework of our Mu family. I hope you better consider it clearly. If you submit to me and be loyal to me and my son, I will not only Will not kill you, and will give you endless glory and wealth."
"They killed the elders on the mountain." The saint king said.
"It's okay." The old man in the dragon robe didn't care, looked at the wood and said: "As long as you follow me, I can leave everything else alone."
After all, it is more valuable to subdue a saint king under his command than to avenge the dead saints.
"I have only one master in my life, and that is the Young Pavilion Master. Life is the Young Pavilion Master's person, and death is the Young Pavilion Master's ghost. Except for the Young Pavilion Master, I will not surrender to anyone." Mu Wu said proudly. .
Mu Jianfeng's eyes flickered, and he continued to persuade: "Wood, do you really think about it? Anyway, you are also a member of our Rongbao Pavilion. Are you really going to follow a trash to the dark?"
Mu Jianfeng was unmoved and said, "Mu Jianfeng, don't think that only your son is a genius. In fact, the young pavilion master is also a genius."
"Hahaha." Mu Jianfeng laughed and said, "This is the funniest joke I have ever heard."
"I'm just stating the facts." Mu said, "I hope you can laugh after seeing the young pavilion master's talent."
"I will ask you one last time, are you going to comply?"
"I only recognize the Young Pavilion Master in this life." Mutsu's words were simple and his attitude was clear.
Mu Jianfeng looked at Mu Jianfeng and sighed, "Why are you still so stubborn? I really don't want to see you die."
"If you really don't want me to die, then let the old pavilion master."
"I won't watch the old guy hand over Rongbao Pavilion to a trash. Only my son and I can carry forward Rongbao Pavilion."
"Mu Jianfeng, dare to fight!" Mu Jian shouted, holding a sickle in his hand.
"Anyway, you are from Rongbao Pavilion. I don't want to kill you personally. And, do you think you are qualified to do it with me?" Mu Jianfeng told the saint Wang Kong: "Do it!"
"Yes!" The sage king bowed slightly, then turned to look at the wood and said: "Do you have any last words, hurry up!"
Mumu really turned his head and looked at Lu Yi and others: "If I die, please tell the young pavilion master and tell him to take care of his body. If there is an afterlife, I will follow him."
"Amitabha!" Said that the master could not give a gift.
"Senior, rest assured, I will tell Mu En every word of your words." Lu Yi said seriously. He was very moved to see a peerless strong man saying such things at such a moment.
"Lu Gongzi, the young pavilion master is a good person. If he has deceived you, please forgive him. He has his difficulties." Mu Mu said.
Lu Yi was a little baffled.
At this time.
Mu Mu looked at the saint opposite him and said, "Do it!"
boom!
The king of saints was very simple, without saying a word, he directly killed the wood, the shot was a lore, and it was turned upside down.
The wood did not remain, and it broke out completely at this moment, his eyes were as red as blood, and he killed it with a sickle in his hand.
Two saint kings are fighting together
Not long after, there were a few more injuries on the wood.
The saint king slowed down a bit, was hit by the scythe in the wood's hand, and his right arm broke and flew horizontally on the spot. He retreated in pain.
Mu Mu was completely in madness, fighting for his life, chasing after him, the saint king had to fight back, the two collided in the void, and the void was constantly shattered.
"Hey!"
After a fierce attack, the wood finally found an opportunity and cut it down with a single knife, leaving a terrible wound on the back of the saint king, and it was only a short time before the opponent was killed.
"What a pity!" The monk on the ground yelled what a pity.
"Ah!" The saint king roared and quickly took out a pill and threw it into his mouth. In an instant, his injuries healed.
On the other side, red light flashed on the wood body, and the injury healed in the blink of an eye.
Then, the two urged their whole body strength, gave up all their moves, and rushed straight towards each other, like tigers.
"Boom!"
The bodies of the two slammed into each other, and the void was filled with two huge breaths and exploded on the spot.
"Go to hell!" The saint king used his spiritual power to evolve a cold gleaming sharp weapon and pierced the head of the wood.
Wood quickly dodges, avoiding the attack.
"Chang!"
Wood raised the sickle in his hand, and suddenly, aura from all directions rolled in, forming a terrible storm vortex above his head.
The breath of the wood suddenly soared hundreds of times.
"No, he is burning his own blood! Even if he can kill the enemy, he will die." The monk was shocked.
Mu Jianfeng's expression also changed, and he was about to kill the wood. As soon as he took a step, he saw a monk standing opposite him.
"Amitabha! Donor, your opponent is me." The master said with a smile.
"Get away!" Mu Jianfeng swept over with a palm.
"Om!" A golden cover appeared on the master, blocking Mu Jianfeng's palm.
"Golden Light Mask! Are you from Lingshan?" Mu Jianfeng asked in surprise.
"I'm from Lingshan too." The monk carried a mace, and stood side by side with the master.
"No matter who you are and dare to run wild on my turf, I won't let you leave alive." Mu Jianfeng's body rose with a huge momentum, and he was about to start his hand when he suddenly heard a knife whistle.
"Hey!"
The sickle burst into the wood's hand with the bright light of the Milky Way, and then slashed towards the saint king against him.
"Hurry up!" Mu Jianfeng shouted.
The second the saint king made a knife on the wood, he retreated quickly.
but.
This knife condensed the blood of the wood, how could he let the enemy run away, the blade of the knife slashed across the sky and slashed on the head of the saint king.
"puff!"
The head of the saint king was split, the soul was destroyed, and he died on the spot.
"when!"
The sickle fell, and the face of Wood was dim. The whole person seemed to be thousands of years old, his body fell from the void, and he vomited blood in his mouth.