Chapter 4381 Blood Curse Seal

Wen Lun looked at Lan Qing in the sky, and his expression could not hide his worry.

He knew Lan Qing's strength very well, but Su Tu was not an easy opponent.

So far, Su Tu had easily defeated nearly fifty disciples of Fengtian Mingzong, and he did not even show his true strength.

Wen Lun sensed a strange aura of curse seal on Su Tu's body, which was very secretive and seemed to have merged with his blood.

He was worried that the curse seal in Su Tu's body was his real powerful trump card.

And Su Tu's arrogant provocation made everyone in Fengtian Mingzong very angry.

Wen Lun was the chief disciple, and his reputation and status in Fengtian Mingzong was not even lower than that of ordinary elders, but Su Tu called him a coward, which was simply an insult to Fengtian Mingzong.

"This guy is very patient." Nie Tian's eyes were slightly lowered, and he deliberately glanced at Wen Lun, and the latter's calmness surprised him.

"Crazy maniac, prepare to die!" At this time, in the sky, Lan Qing shouted in a low voice, and his figure moved, and he turned into a sword shadow, attacking Su Tu.

In the eyes of Lan Qing and Lan Che, Young Master Wen Lun is the most important person in the world, and no one is allowed to insult him!

"Come on!" Su Tu sneered, moved his figure, and sank his palm, easily dispelling Lan Qing's attack.

Lan Qing's moves were fierce, and the second sword had already fallen before his figure was stable.

Suddenly, the sword energy in the void surged out, and a sword shadow whistled through the air, with a mighty momentum like a mountain, pressing towards Su Tu.

Su Tu was not afraid of the huge sword pressure, and his mouth corners twitched slightly, and he punched out, and suddenly a red fist shadow pounced out like a ferocious beast.

"Bang!" The next moment, the void shook violently, the world shook, and the rolling waves scattered.

Lan Qing retreated hundreds of meters, and after stabilizing her body, her pretty face turned red and bloodshot, and she felt a surge of blood in her body, and she was about to be unable to suppress it.

On the other hand, Su Tu stabilized the mountain and did not move at all.

"Humph." Su Tu stared at Lan Qing with a cold look, sneering: "You are Wen Lun's maid, but your strength is a mess. I think your master Wen Lun is also a person who has a false reputation."

"You..." Lan Qing's pretty face suddenly became redder, and she growled: "You are not allowed to insult the young master!"

But as soon as she finished speaking, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and her face did not improve at all.

The people below saw this scene and showed horror.

"How can this guy named Su Tu be so powerful? He clearly didn't have such strength just now."

"It seems that he just hid his strength, and now he is fighting Miss Lan Qing, and he began to show his true strength."

"Oh my God! Su Tu is only a disciple ranked outside the top 100 of Guiya Sect. How terrifying must the real genius disciple of Guiya Sect be!"

The crowd said, looking at Su Tu with even more horror.

"Oh no!" Wen Lun's heart sank, and his calm face had a trace of hesitation.

He just sensed that Su Tu used the power of the curse in his blood, and Lan Qing seemed to be cursed by Su Tu.

"I'll go help my sister!" At this time, Lan Che on the side couldn't help it, her beautiful eyes trembled, and she wanted to help.

But she was stopped by Wen Lun, who looked gloomy and shook his head slightly.

"Young Master!" Lan Che was a little anxious, fearing that something would happen to his sister Lan Qing.

But Wen Lun waved his hand to signal her to calm down and not to act rashly.

Lan Qing and Lan Che are twin sisters, and they usually fight together, such as when they fought Tang Shisan before.

But the battle at this time is a fair one-on-one fight, and it is also related to the face of Fengtian Mingzong.

If Lan Qing and Lan Che fight two against one, they will inevitably be accused of bullying the minority with the majority. Even if they win, they cannot save the face of Fengtian Mingzong, and will be despised by others.

Wen Lun does not expect Lan Qing to beat Su Tu, but only hopes that she is okay.

On the other side, Nie Tian and Tang Shisan, who were watching the battle, also slowly changed their expressions.

"I didn't expect this guy to hide his strength." Tang Shisan's eyes sank slightly, and he said solemnly: "It seems that this Guiya Sect has a complicated background."

"He should be using a kind of curse power, and this curse power is integrated with his blood, almost becoming his blood power." Nie Tian nodded slightly, saying: "But this curse power is not simple, it should be difficult to control, so he dare not use it easily."

"If this little girl is not good enough, why don't I go to meet this Su Tu." Tang Shisan said lightly with a weird smile on his lips.

"Let Wen Lun take action." Nie Tian nodded slightly, not wanting Tang Shisan to take action.

On the one hand, the Yellow Spring Seed in Tang Shisan's body is still a hidden danger. If he takes action, it may stimulate the Yellow Spring Seed.

Before, Tang Shisan fought with Lan Qing and Lan Che, it was just for fun, but if he fought with Su Tu, it would be a real battle, and it might be a battle of life and death.

On the other hand, this was a battle between Fengtian Fate Sect after all, and Tang Shisan was a member of Fengtian Fate Sect after all, so it was not appropriate for him to attack.

"Little girl, you are not my opponent, let Wen Lun come out." In the sky, Su Tu had already gained an absolute advantage, and was very arrogant, saying loudly.

"Crazy maniac, this girl has not lost yet!" Lan Qing was very persistent. Even though she was injured, she was still unwilling to give up. She stabbed the long sword in the air, and the sword shadow suddenly appeared, drawing a bright light in the void, with murderous intent.

Su Tu frowned, a cold look flashed in his eyes, and he slapped his palm horizontally, smashing the sword shadow directly. Then he moved his figure and grabbed it with his palm. Suddenly, the void suddenly sank, and a terrifying ghost claw shadow appeared and grabbed directly towards Lan Qing.

Lan Qing's eyes trembled, and she felt the air around her stagnate, as if she was imprisoned by a terrible force.

She immediately felt the danger and wanted to retreat, but she was horrified to find that her body was locked by a huge force and could not move.

"Be careful!" Seeing this, everyone below exclaimed in unison.

Su Tu's grab was no small matter. Once it fell, Lan Qing would be seriously injured if not dead.

"Sister!" Lan Che's pupils shrank, and he shouted, and his figure moved directly.

As for her figure, Wen Lun's cold eyes sank slightly, and it was obvious that he could not hold back.

But at this moment, a powerful sword shadow suddenly fell from the void, descending like a sword waterfall, directly crushing the ghost claw shadow.

Then, a black figure fell down and blocked Lan Qing.

"He Han!" Lan Qing was still in shock, and suddenly saw the figure in front of him clearly, and directly called out the other party's name.

"He Han!" Almost at the same time, the crowd below also exclaimed in unison, their eyes blooming with strange colors, obviously very excited.

The black-clothed warrior who appeared at this time was none other than the third-generation disciple of Fengtian Mingzong, Mo Dao He Han!

The third-generation disciples of Fengtian Mingzong have three masters of swords, knives and spears, namely: Xuanjian Wenlun, Mo Dao He Han, and Yunqiang Qin Zhong.

Xuanjian, Mo Dao, Yunqiang, the three are equally famous, and are the demon-level existences among the third-generation disciples of Fengtian Mingzong.

And Mo Dao He Han, among the third-generation disciples, is second only to Wen Lun in reputation. He has a cold iron ink knife, which is heavy and domineering, and no edge is better than a blade!