"Weak, too weak, you are so weak. With your kind of strength, you also want to hurt me? Go home and retreat for another ten or eight years of hard training, and then come to me to fight!"

Murong Qunxiong disappeared from the air again and suddenly appeared in front of Wang Yue.

His black hole-like eyes stared at Wang Yue, and he immediately swung his heavy sword at Wang Yue.

With a snap, Wang Yue immediately raised the coiling dragon stick to block his heavy sword. Murong Qunxiong waved again, and Wang Yue gritted his teeth to block. Murong Qunxiong swung again, smashing out sparks on Wang Yue's coiling dragon stick. Gradually, Murong Qunxiong's speed became faster and faster, and he kept slashing at Wang Yue.

When Zhao Xi'er rushed towards Murong Qunxiong, Murong Qunxiong immediately struck a heavy blow, directly smashing a large crack under Wang Yue's feet and smashing Wang Yue into the ground.

He immediately flipped in the air, appeared behind Zhao Xi'er and slashed with a sword. Zhao Xi'er immediately turned one pair of hands into gold, and the other caught Murong Qunxiong's heavy sword. She held the heavy sword with her small hands, wanting to take away Murong Qunxiong's heavy sword. Murong Qunxiong lifted the heavy sword and directly pulled Zhao Xi'er up from the ground. Then with a fierce wave, Zhao Xi'er was swung out by Murong Qunxiong.

"Murong Qunxiong, return the blood of my Yuwen family!" Yuwen Shenju stepped up and smashed Juding at him.

"The golden snake is wrapped in silk. Murong Qunxiong stretched out his left hand and appeared in front of him along the giant dome smashed by Yuwen Shenju. His whole person suddenly became like a snake, and he quickly twisted behind Murong Qunxiong. Then, he threw away the sword in his hand, and it slammed into the ground with a thud. He quickly hugged Yuwen Shenju's waist and threw it backwards.

There was a loud bang, and Yuwen Shenju was thrown backwards by him.

"Murong Qunxiong, you underestimate us too much!" Young Master Qian shouted in a weird manner, and rushed towards him with a one-legged bronze man.

When Young Master Qian got closer and closer to Murong Qunxiong, he immediately turned his left hand into a snake shape, and the one-legged bronze man on his right hand was in the shape of a tiger in one hand and a dragon in the other.

Three hands, three kinds of martial arts at the same time. His speed was surprisingly fast, and he attacked Murong Qunxiong together with the one-legged bronze man in his hand, as if thirty people were beating Murong Qunxiong at the same time.

Murong Qunxiong was faster, and his palms kept waving, quickly blocking the fists of Young Master Qian and the one-legged bronze man. The movements of the two of them were dazzling, Young Master Qian was as if thirty people were beating Murong Qunxiong at the same time, and Murong Qunxiong's figure kept disappearing and appearing, as if thirty people were blocking Young Master Qian's attack.

The two of them passed a hundred moves in two minutes, when the drunkard rushed towards Murong Qunxiong. Murong Qunxiong immediately pointed his finger at the throat of Young Master Qian's one-legged bronze man, and then his thumb went up and broke the chin of the one-legged bronze man.

With a snort, a black mist spat out from the mouth of the one-legged bronze man to Young Master Qian's face.

"Damn, this one-legged bronze man can still spit poison!" Young Master Qian was startled, and quickly closed his eyes and threw away the one-legged bronze man in his hand.

"Young Master Qian, you don't know what the functions of your own weapons are, right?" Murong Qunxiong jumped up sideways and kicked Young Master Qian out with one kick.

"Drunken stick!"

After the drunkard rushed in front of Murong Qunxiong, he immediately thrust the Xuanwu Divine Stick into the ground, and the person leaned heavily towards Murong Qunxiong. Murong Qunxiong had a disdainful smile on his face, twisted his waist and slammed into the drunkard.

With a bang, the drunkard was suddenly knocked to a head by the heavily armored Murong Qunxiong. Murong Qunxiong quickly pulled out the heavy sword on the ground and swung it fiercely at the drunkard's legs.

The drunkard was so shocked that his forehead was sweating, and his legs jumped up quickly. Murong Qunxiong turned around and kicked the drunkard out directly.

"That's all