Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1281 - 1281 1269 Flame Doll how dare you hurt my

Chapter 1281: Chapter 1269: Fla Doll, how dare you hurt my daddy?_1 Chapter 1281: Chapter 1269: Fla Doll, how dare you hurt my daddy?_1 “Swish.”

Sword light flickers, blood splatters.

In the dazzling sword and blade, he forcefully ripped open a crack in the sword formation.

Mo Beichen’s pupils suddenly widened, unable to believe as he looked at the long sword that suddenly appeared before his eyes. He didn’t even have ti to react before he was stabbed through the heart and died.

“Senior Brother Mo!”

“Avenge Senior Brother Mo!”

“Kill him!”

The pupils of Everlasting Peak’s disciples were red with rage, their minds clouded by bone-deep hatred. Like madn, they rushed forward and heavily surrounded Mu Fan.

Sword light flickers; blood and flesh flew.

Mu Fan’s elegant green robe was soaked with blood, and his upright figure was covered with injuries.

However, his eyes were still firm, his movents agile, and he fought fearlessly against hundreds of people amidst the sword shadows.

*

“Bad guys, all bad guys, bullying Daddy, let go, Little Shui’er wants to help Daddy beat the bad guys.”

Little Peach was pinched in Jinghong’s palm, unable to move, stamping her feet anxiously.

“Hmph, the people of Everlasting Peak are shaless to the extre. They obviously lost but refuse to admit it, even daring to reverse right and wrong and resorting to Sword Control.”

Lin Jinyang couldn’t bear to watch any longer, not caring to hide his figure, he scoffed.

“Daddy is so powerful, fighting against so many people alone and not losing.”

Tianhuo’s attention was clearly different from theirs, staring at the swift flood dragon-like figure amidst the sword light. Her big eyes, like black grapes, sparkled.

“What should we do? Should we help?”

Yi Xian’er watched fearfully, her heart burning with anxiety.

“No need to rush, he can still hold on for a while.”

Jinghong had rich battle experience and could tell Mu Fan’s potential just from his breathing frequency.

*

“Stop!”

Suddenly, a thunderous shout echoed through the deep mountain valley. Several Law Enforcent Hall’s Elders rushed from all directions, converging in the air above the Life and Death Platform.

The formidable pressure ca head-on, and Mu Fan, as well as hundreds of Everlasting Peak disciples, suddenly had difficulty breathing, feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds and unsteady on their feet.

“Clatter.”

So disciples with weaker mana trembled in their arms, their longswords falling to the ground.

“All of you disregard the sect rules and fight wantonly. What punishnt do you all deserve?”

Law Enforcent Hall’s elder Mo Feng’s gaze was like a ruler, looking down at the chaotic scene below, furious.

“Elder Mo, you have to avenge Senior Brother Mo!”

A shrill cry suddenly rang out, and an injured Everlasting Peak disciple crawled forward with his hands and feet while pointing at Mu Fan and accusing him.

“Mu Fan injured Everlasting Peak’s disciples, and Senior Brother Mo tried to get justice for them but was killed.”

“Beichen.”

Mo Beichen was Mo Feng’s own nephew. When the blood-related family mber suddenly t with such a disaster, Mo Feng couldn’t accept it for a mont. He flew down from midair, holding Mo Beichen’s body, and wept bitterly.

“Who is it? Who killed Beichen?”

Suddenly, he stood up, his body erupting with a chilling murderous aura, searching for the culprit in the crowd.

“It’s him!”

Everlasting Peak disciples moved away, revealing Mu Fan in the center, his clothes soaked with blood and crisscrossed with wounds, like a blood man.

“You killed Beichen? Hand over your life!”

Mo Feng’s eyes were bloodshot, revealing a murderous aura. His powerful Spiritual Power instantly erupted, enveloped in scorching flas, as he struck a palm towards Mu Fan’s chest.

“Hmph! You dare to hurt my dad.”

Tianhuo suddenly glared, and in a flash, her figure suddenly enlarged, transforming into an imnse Fla Doll.

“Puff.”

Mo Feng was kicked back by her, retreating dozens of ters, his heart and lungs in severe pain, spitting out a mouthful of blood.