Marrying a concubine and swallowing her dowry? The mistress turns around and marries a high-ranking

Chapter 250

With a single stroke of his sword, he sliced ​​off the golden helmet from the head of the Western Qi marshal.

The helmet was split in two and fell to the ground, along with a large patch of the Western Qi Marshal's hair.

"You betrayed my mother to take her place and become marshal. What virtue or ability do you have to wear the marshal's helmet, you despicable and shameless scoundrel?"

Marshal Xi Qi was both shocked and furious. He seemed to want to speak, but Mo Chonggui cut off his right hand with a sword.

Blood gushed out, and his unspoken words were replaced by a heart-wrenching scream.

"This sword was for my mother. You used this hand to pick up the knife that betrayed her."

With another sword stroke, the Western Qi Marshal's tongue was severed. The screams turned into incoherent, muffled cries.

"This sword was for the Azure Phoenix Army under her command. With the orders you gave, how many loyal soldiers of the Azure Phoenix Army were lost?"

With another sword strike, Marshal Xiqi was blinded in both eyes.

"Let your eyes see clearly how many wronged souls still wander on this land, unable to find peace?"

Sword after sword, Marshal Xiqi, like a bloody, increasingly mutilated, deformed monster, twisted and rolled in the snow, emitting inhuman sounds.

The snow was crushed into a mess of bright red, and his movements grew fainter and fainter until there was no sound at all. He lay there motionless, completely unrecognizable as a human.

Mo Chonggui stood before the mangled mass of flesh and blood, completely clean, without a single drop of blood on her body. Only a bloodstain appeared on her gleaming sword, which disappeared with a slight tremor in the wind.

But even a demon who had just emerged from the depths of hell, a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, was not as terrifying as he appeared at this moment.

Mo Zhonggui did not sheath her sword, but slowly turned around towards Shen Lingjun.

"Have you seen enough?"

Shen Lingjun had no choice but to bite the bullet and come out from behind the bushes.

She felt cold all over and shivered uncontrollably.

Since Mo Chonggui joined forces with the Shen family, she hadn't seen Mo Chonggui give her that cold and hateful look in her eyes for a long time.

So much so that he, now surrounded by boundless killing intent, felt incredibly unfamiliar and terrifying to her.

She should always remember that even if Mo Zhonggui's attitude towards her has temporarily softened, his dark and bloody true nature, as well as the unknown grudges between them, have never disappeared.

Mo Zhonggui, carrying a sword, walked towards Shen Lingjun.

Shen Lingjun staggered back a step, and a drop of blood from the tip of Mo Zhonggui's sword fell onto the snow in front of her.

He raised his hand and used his longsword to lift her chin, the tip of the sword slightly digging into her throat, causing a faint pain.

The cold, sharp touch and the approaching sword energy made it almost impossible for Shen Lingjun to breathe.

With just a slight movement of his hand, the longsword would pierce her throat.

She felt that he genuinely had such thoughts.

The sword tip sank deeper and deeper into her skin, and she could even feel a trickle of blood flowing down her neck, quickly freezing into ice in the biting cold...