Fleeing

"How dare you kill the elder of our Thousand Poison Sect's elder!" The remaining Thousand Poison Sect elder shouted.

"What if I kill them?" Mo Xiu was indifferent. "Poison Widow is my puppet. When you killed my puppet, did you expect to have the same experience?"

The Thousand Poison Sect elder gritted his teeth, looked at Luo Hongchen beside him, and said, "Brother Luo, can you let me deal with Mo Xiu?"

Luo Hongchen had just doubted his abilities, and now that he heard the elder of the Thousand Poison Sect say that he wanted to take the initiative to deal with Mo Xiu, that was naturally what he wanted.

He nodded and said solemnly, "Be careful, Mo Xiu's sword just now is very strange, even I dare not say that I can deal with it perfectly."

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to fight with him."

That elder snorted coldly and looked at Mo Xiu, his eyes deep, full of endless coldness.