Chapter Eighty-Four, Serious Killing!

Flew out, flew back.

The living ** flew out, and the dead ** flew back.

Between breaths.

In this process, those inspectors who were ready to fight with ** had just drawn their knives, and they saluted Cui Zhaoren, which could be regarded as a farewell-----

However, ** died.

One move kills.

They didn't even see Li Muyang make a move, ** was already dead. They didn't even have time to come to the rescue, and they died.

This made them, who were already full of fighting spirit and ready to die, a little in a dilemma.

To be on, or not to be, that's a question.

** is a wise person placed by the Cui family next to Cui Zhaoren, although his suggestions are rarely adopted by Cui Zhaoren. Because Cui Zhaoren feels that he is hundreds of times smarter than **.

However, in order to take care of the family's face, and to show his modesty and prudence, he is still willing to put ** by his side. Because when he has some things that he can't take care of, he can entrust ** to deal with them. After all, most of the supervising historians are good at dancing knives and swords, killing people and criminal investigations, and they are really not suitable for doing that kind of thing.

**It's just the strength of the high mountain, and it is a master in a small city, but in the Tiandu where dragons and snakes are mixed, it can only be regarded as a low-handed, low-handed, low-handed, low-handed.

However, the strength of a high-grade mountain was killed by Li Muyang with a punch------ and these dozen or so supervisors whose strength is not as good as ** are enough for Li Muyang to punch a few times?

Cui Zhaoren saw Li Muyang make a move.

He was the only master on the scene who could accurately capture Li Muyang's traces and actions in the face of black clouds and torrential rain.

**Rushed towards Li Muyang, and what he used was his best "Moving Mountain Boxing".

A punch blasted away, like moving a mountain.

The fist shadow was sufficient, and the six ** also threw their fists at Li Muyang.

The current ** can only conjure up five phantoms, five virtual and one real, forming this attack formation.

**Fight for your life, and the fighting spirit is the strongest time.

Even with Cui Zhaoren's critical eye, he can see that this punch is his extraordinary performance.

This is the most brilliant and lethal punch.

I must have been excited and excited at that time, and the world was all in my self-confidence-----

Six ** rushed to Li Muyang's side, divided into upper, middle and lower three ways to attack.

Li Muyang fought back.

His right hand, which had been hanging down, suddenly swung into a fist, like a punch that had been prepared for a long time.

And just that punch.

Then, ** flew.

Really ** flew.

Li Muyang was not affected by those phantoms at all, and he had been staring at the true body of ** from beginning to end.

This was also doomed to a tragedy from the beginning.

"Unfathomable. This is Cui Zhaoren's evaluation of Li Muyang.

"It's out of gas. A black-clothed inspector squatted down and probed the snort of the **, and said fiercely: "The brothers are working hard with him to avenge the military division." ”

Cui Zhaoren stretched out his hand to block it and said softly: "You are not his opponent. ”

"We will not hesitate to fight to the death. ”

"Then there's only one dead word. Cui Zhao pressed the hilt of the sword with his hand and said loudly: "You are all my henchmen, live well, and leave some seeds for the Supervision Department-----

Click-----

Under the continuous frantic impact of those fish and shrimp, a large hole was cracked in the water area of the building boat.

The lower cabin began to be flooded, and the ship began to tilt.

The fish and shrimp kept batting, and they used the opening as a breakthrough to hit the building boat harder.

Click-----

More cracks were struck, and the cracks kept growing.

Rumble-----

A loud noise came.

The ship fell apart and collapsed.

"Help, I'm going to die---- help-----"

"Oh my God, stop the rain quickly----- take the supernatural powers----"

"Don't grab my plank, it's the plank I picked up first-----"

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The ship's businessmen wept bitterly, some pleaded, some cursed, and more clever people had already chosen the float before the ship collapsed. Once the boat collapses, they can hold the floating dance and not sink into the river together.

Although it is difficult to survive on this rainstorm-shrouded river, there is still a glimmer of life in ----- after all, right?

At the moment when the building boat collapsed, Cui Zhaoren was already fluttering in clothes, his body rose in the air, and he appeared opposite Li Muyang again.

A white-clothed boy and a black-robed Bodhisattva.

One pupil is as black as ink, and the other is as red as blood.

It's as if they were destined to be natural rivals.

In the same way, they all have cold eyes.

Li Muyang's eyes were cold, vicissitudes, and there was an unconcealable killing intent.

Cui Zhaoren's eyes are also cold, this is his usual attitude.

In addition to being cold, there are more doubts and ---- killing intent.

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins.

Cui Zhaoren has already seen that this time he and Li Muyang are going to have an endless fight.

"Are you Li Muyang?" Cui Zhaoren asked in a deep voice. It wasn't the first time he had asked this question, and he had even asked it in his mind countless times.

He already has the answer in his heart, yes, he is Li Muyang.

However, how could he be Li Muyang?

An empire freshman has such strength, so what else is he going to do at the Star Academy?

He believed that this was not the real Li Muyang, or that the current Li Muyang was controlled by some monster---- only then could he explain what was happening in front of him.

Could it be that there is some noble creature in his body that suddenly awakens after being shot down by himself and Shen Jiang?

"I'm Li Muyang. Li Muyang replied calmly. There is no hurry, and there is no emotion. It sounded like the voice of Choi Zhaoren before -----.

The current Li Muyang is more like the previous Cui Zhaoren than Cui Zhaoren.

"It seems that you don't want to reveal your background?" Cui Zhaoren's mouth raised slightly, with a cruel sneer.

"What if you say it, what if you don't say it?" Li Muyang's eyes were full of pity and sympathy when he looked at Cui Zhaoren.

He was actually pitying Cui Zhaoren and sympathizing with the descendants of one of the most powerful families in the empire.

Cui Zhaoren didn't like his eyes, and he was even a little irritated.

"You're going to die anyway. Li Muyang added his lips and said these words coldly.

"Then ------" the little smile on the corner of Cui Zhaoren's mouth was put away. He is a serious person, and he is also a serious person, and he has to do something seriously on a serious occasion. Like here, like killing. "That's what I thought, too. ”

Choke------

The sound of a sword unsheathed.

However, when you heard this voice, Cui Zhaoren had already turned into a hundred thousand phantoms and slashed towards Li Muyang, who was suspended in the air.