The moon is bright and the wind is clear

Qinggeng Peak is surrounded by mountains on all sides, and this cliff is even more steep and precipitous. It is about a hundred feet high and bottomless. It stretches between the sky and the earth like a pillar that lifts the sky.

Sikong Lang who jumped off the cliff watched Mo Qi's figure roll and fall, and disappeared into a cloud of mist.He wanted to catch him, but he himself immediately felt a sense of weightlessness, feeling that his body could not stop falling rapidly, and the bitter mountain wind whistling past his ears made him unable to open his eyes.

Heh... Could it be that Mo Qi and I are going to die under this cliff?Why, at the last moment, I couldn't catch him.

The wind beside his ear was still blowing on his face like a knife, Sikong Lang gave a wry smile and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, he felt a great force binding his body, and his body, which was falling continuously, stopped beside an extremely steep stone wall.

Sikong Lang opened his eyes, turned his head, and suddenly saw Mo Qingfeng firmly grasping his back with one hand, and clinging tightly to the stone wall with the other.

"You...why did you save me?''

Because the cliff was very steep and covered with moss, Mo Qingfeng put all his strength into his arms, clasped his five fingers deeply on the stone wall, and firmly fixed his figure so that the two of them could not go any further. fall.

At this moment, Mo Qingfeng's fingers were also trembling, and he roared angrily, "Why do you ask so many questions!''

"Don't you want those of us in the Baidao sect to die? You...''

Before Sikong Lang could finish his sentence, Mo Qingfeng cut off his words: "Hehe...you are not allowed to die, of course it is because you are still valuable to my Qingyuan Sect."''

"Huh... I can't even rank among the four sects. If you want to use me to threaten the elders of each sect, then you are really making a mistake."''

"Stop talking nonsense!''

At this time, the two of them were just hanging in the middle of this cliff. According to this distance, not to mention ordinary people, even people in the martial arts with deep internal strength, even if they don't die, they will become disabled.

Sikong Lang saw that Mo Qingfeng's hand that was sunk deep on the stone wall was already turning blue, and began to tremble slightly, obviously unable to hold on, so he said, "Young Master Mo, let me go, otherwise you will also smashed to pieces...''

The corner of Mo Qingfeng's mouth was slightly raised, and he smiled self-deprecatingly: "I think that person must not die if he lives! Stop talking nonsense, I'm going to use my internal energy now, do you really want to just die under the cliff? ''

After saying this, Sikong Lang really saw Mo Qingfeng mobilize the powerful zhenqi in his body, supported him with one hand, and slapped the stone wall with the other.With a flying figure, the toes slowly stepped on the stone wall bit by bit.

Due to the jagged rocks on the cliff, the rock wall was extremely slippery, and Mo Qingfeng carried a large living person in his hands, so every step up seemed extremely difficult.

After going up for about tens of meters, Mo Qingfeng suddenly felt dizzy and his chest choked.

What's wrong with me?Why does it feel like the true energy in the body is leaking out.

Sikong Lang also felt that Mo Qingfeng stopped: "You... are you okay.''

Mo Qingfeng now felt that his whole body was chilling, and his whole body was about to fall apart, and the vigorous internal force that had been gathered just now was draining away bit by bit.

"Don't be noisy!" Mo Qingfeng tried to calm down, trying to gather his true energy again.

But the sky failed, and Mo Qingfeng's body was as empty as cotton now. After exhausting all kinds of methods, there was still no improvement, and his internal strength showed no sign of turning around at all.

At this moment, Mo Qingfeng suddenly felt as if he was being shocked by an electric shock in his head, and a kind of excruciating pain hit him, as if his soul had been sucked away.

"It hurts!" Mo Qingfeng cried out in pain, the figure that had been stabilized just now couldn't hold it up, and he and Sikong Lang fell against the cliff.

No...you can't die here!

Mo Qingfeng, who was in extreme pain, stretched out his fingers to clasp the stone wall again, but due to the lack of true energy in his body, his fingers could not be fixed on the stone wall at all.

The figures of the two were still falling, and Mo Qingfeng could only use the remaining internal strength to hold on. Five fingers also slashed across the stone wall at the same time as the body fell rapidly, and blood seeped from the fingers.

Mo Qingfeng yelled at Sikong Lang: "Use your internal strength to protect your body, hurry up!"

When there was still half the distance to the bottom of the cliff, Mo Qingfeng finally couldn't hold on anymore, and as soon as he let go of his fingers, the two of them hung in the air and fell into the depths of the cloud.

Sikong Lang's reaction was also extremely fast. At the critical moment, he used Xuanzong's sword art's pure Yang mentality, and subconsciously pulled Mo Qingfeng past him.

Fortunately, it was only a distance of several tens of feet.

Soon, the two fell to the side of a bush at the bottom of the cliff, because there were wild flowers and weeds everywhere, and the soil was relatively soft. In addition, Sikong Lang had internal energy to protect his body, so his body was not smashed to pieces, but the moment he fell to the ground, The muscles and bones of the whole body seemed to be dismantled.

"Ah!" Mo Qingfeng let out a miserable cry. Although Sikong Lang grabbed him with all his strength, the situation was much more serious than Sikong Lang's because he didn't have internal energy to protect his body.

Hearing Mo Qingfeng's voice, Sikong Lang sat up slowly, moved to the side to check his condition.

"are you OK.''

Mo Qingfeng showed pain on his face: "My muscles... seem to be broken.''

Sikong Lang frowned slightly: "Aren't you the young master of Qingyuan Sect? How could you be injured so badly?"'

Sikong Lang helped Mo Qingfeng up, carefully looked at his injuries, he had indeed hurt his muscles and bones, if he didn't get treatment in time, his martial arts might be useless.

When Sikong Lang saw Mo Qingfeng's bloody fingers, he knew that it was because Mo Qingfeng saved him.

"You...why are you desperate to save me? Do you know that I won't be grateful to you!''

Mo Qingfeng opened his mouth with difficulty, and sneered: "Huh... I said, I don't want you to die, just to be able to threaten those old men from the Four Great Sects."''

"You are like this now, who else can you threaten... Your life is now in my hands."''

"That's right, so... kill or cut, it's up to you."''

After Mo Qingfeng finished speaking, he closed his eyes.Sikong Lang was puzzled when he saw his heart ashen, but then he thought that it was this man's father who killed his whole family, and the anger in his heart was kindled again.

"Devil, do you know...it is your father, Mo Yuqiu, the leader of Qingyuan sect, who killed our whole family ten years ago!"

Mo Qingfeng's mind suddenly shook, and then he sneered again: "My father killed a lot of people, how do I know which family you belong to... So, you are here for revenge?"'

"That's right, this time I'm here, I'm just going to wipe out your Qingyuan Sect, and I can't do anything better than Yuqiu."''

Mo Qingfeng giggled as if he had heard the funniest joke.

"Want to kill the leader of Qingyuan Sect? It's up to you? Go home and practice for a few more years. In this way... maybe, you can barely take a few palms from him, so that you don't die so quickly, hmph..."

"What are you laughing at! You played tricks on me and pushed Mo Qi off the cliff. You are just like your father, an out-and-out devil!" Sikong Lang saw that Mo Qingfeng seemed to be laughing at him. He couldn't stop his anger.

"Oh... By the way, I don't know if your little lover is dead. Are you very reluctant, haha..." Although Mo Qingfeng was weak all over, his mouth was still persistent.

"You lunatic, I'll kill you!" Sikong Lang's lucky palm was about to strike Mo Qingfeng.

Suddenly, Mo Qingfeng laughed again: "Hahahaha... kill me, kill me...then do it quickly!"''

After saying this, Mo Qingfeng suddenly coughed violently, spat out a mouthful of blood, and passed out.

Sikong Lang was panting heavily, for some reason, seeing the son who killed the family's enemy was right in front of him, but there was an invisible force pulling him, making him unable to do anything no matter what.I always feel... This person seems to be familiar, if I slash with this palm, I will definitely regret it.

Seeing Mo Qingfeng's pale face and spitting blood, Sikong Lang actually felt an inexplicable heartache.

Why...why is this happening?Shouldn't he be my enemy?Why, there is such a heart-wrenching pain, is it because he saved himself?

No!I can't be soft-hearted. He saved me only for the benefit of the Qingyuan Sect. His father killed my whole family. He made Mo Qi's life and death uncertain. He is a feared devil in the Jianghu. I can't be sorry to my parents, I can't be sorry Mo Qi, you can't let the world down.

After struggling in his heart, Sikong Lang turned around and wanted to leave, intending to let Mo Qingfeng fend for himself under the cliff alone.

But at this moment, Mo Qingfeng suddenly called softly: "Sikong Lang, don't go! I'm Xiao Qi... How can you like others, how can you blame me...''

Sikong Lang stopped in his tracks, this insignificant voice made his mind go blank, and he turned his head abruptly.

Mo Qingfeng was still lying quietly on the grass, his eyes closed, and he continued to whisper: "Sikong Lang, how could you kill me, how could you kill me, my heart hurts so much, It really hurts...''

Sikong Lang walked slowly to the place where Mo Qingfeng was lying, he couldn't believe what he heard, his eyes quietly watched Mo Qingfeng who was still talking in his sleep in a coma.

"Daddy, don't hit me again... Xiaoqi will be obedient, will be obedient, fifth uncle, please help me beg Daddy... Xiaoqi will never dare again, never again...''

Xiao Qi... Mo Qi... Mo Qingfeng.

With trembling hands, Sikong Lang slowly squatted down, and stroked Mo Qingfeng's tangled eyebrows.