Then, a burst of blood splattered from his knees.

Just now, Zhang Han’s big man, but for a short moment, he can only mourn and roll on the ground.

"Who?" The young man, known as the young master of Murong, was shocked by this change. Then he was rushing and angered. "Don't even the young masters dare to fight? You are impatient." ?"

As soon as the voice fell, I saw two men walking into the inner court door of Shengde Hall.

The headed man is dressed in a coarse cloth and looks like he is only sixteen or seven years old. His lips are red and white and beautiful. He doesn’t see any spiritual fluctuations on his body, but his eyes are like frost and snow. cold.

Behind the boy was a man with a slender and ordinary appearance. His body exudes a powerful looming pressure and holds a sword in his hand. Obviously, the person who just shot is his.

These two people are naturally the winds of the brook and the valley.

Today, sitting in the hall is the third, he saw the situation is not good, immediately took the opportunity to rush back to the inner court to call out the stream and the wind in the valley.

On the face of Gu Liufeng, he wears a special human skin mask from Tunxi, so no one else can recognize him.

Guanxi looked at the guy who claimed to be the young master of Murong, and sneered: "What are you?"

"I don't even know you? I dare to appear in Shengde Hall?!" The young man laughed. "Give me a good hearing. My name is Murong Qianjian. It is the three young masters of Murong House. This is the holy church." Murong’s industry is naturally my industry.”

"You a little king and eight lambs dare to do it to me. It is simply impatient. I tell you, if you are acquainted, give me a apology now, otherwise I will let you be blacklisted by Shengdetang. Don't talk about herbs, not even a grass for you. Hahaha..."

Tunxi looked at the young man who was stunned by Zhang Yan, as if he was watching a dead person.

Although she knew that many of Murong’s children were not allowed to stand on the table, the idiot in front of him said that his straw bag was to lift him.

The valley winds close to the side of the creek and whisper: "Murong Qianjian is a grass bag that Murong's family has no brains and no talent. This time, I am afraid that it was shot by others, and I want to explore our details."

Xiaoxi smiled and the voice was full of coldness. "Since this broken gun has gotten on my head, I don't have to think about going back in good condition."

Murong Qianjian saw the whispers of Tunxi and Guliufeng, thinking that they were afraid, and the arrogance suddenly became more and more arrogant. "Mom, Laozi lets you come to Shantou and apologize to give you face. Since you toasting and not eating fine wine, small people Give it to me, kill this kid, I have a lot of rewards, the best medicine here, how much you want!"

The guards behind the Murong Qianjian gave a warm cheer, and the fierce gods rushed toward the stream.

However, before they got close, they saw a sword light rising into the sky.

The Jianguang was a little more than a dozen in the air, and screamed toward the rushing big men.

In the next moment, I only listened to the loud noise, and waited for everyone to return to God. Those fierce and savage big men were already full of horror and looked at themselves in the chest and abdomen.

I saw that a huge hole was broken in their chest and abdomen, and blood was flowing out, and even the internal organs were faintly visible.

The eyes of those big men were full of despair, but even the last voice could not be sent out and fell to the ground and lost interest.

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