Murong Xiang's arm bent, and he held one hand into a palm in front of his chest. The corners of Mo Yu's mouth twitched, just like you, how could you resist my attack, I don't know what I can do!

But what Mo Yu didn't expect was that he only noticed that it was on the plate, but Murong Xiang used a speed that Mo Yu didn't even notice to slam a heavy blow to Mo Yu, and Mo Yu's palm power was immediately dissolved.

Murong Xiang turned the palm on his chest into a fist again, slammed it on Mo Yu's arm, and forcibly dislocated his arm, Murong Xiang jumped up and pressed Mo Yu's other hand on his head with all his strength, Mo Yu was invincible, and knelt on the ground on one knee.

"What, are you still fighting?"

Murong Xiang asked Mo Yu, who was kneeling on the ground, in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Moyu, already lost.

"You ......"

Moyu wanted to resist, but found that she couldn't move at all.

"Okay!"

Murong Xiang raised a kick and kicked it on Mo Yu's chest, Mo Yu couldn't resist such a powerful force at all, and slashed straight down from the ring, fell to the ground, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Mo Yu closed his eyes and stabilized his mind, he really underestimated Murong Xiang's ability, his martial arts were so high.

Everyone in the audience was stunned with wide eyes, and they even forgot to cheer, and they didn't react until the people sitting in the main seat stood up and announced Murong Xiang's victory.

"See the leader of the martial arts alliance, see the leader of the martial arts alliance......"

Everyone knelt down, and they were completely convinced.

As soon as Murong Xiang finished the competition, he began to look for Yi Ling'er's traces below, but he searched several times, but he still didn't see her.

His heart was flustered, she couldn't do anything!

"Since the outcome has been decided, I will post another post to inform you if there is any news in the future, and I will say goodbye."

After Murong Xiang finished speaking, he left in a hurry.

Mo Yu, who was still lying on the ground, his eyes were full of hatred, and he slammed the ground with his hand and whistled.

But in a moment, eight women in white and a fiery red sedan chair flew over and took him away.

When everyone saw such a scene, they couldn't help but think about when there was such a person in the martial arts.

When Murong Xiang saw Rong An and Ju Niang guarding the door, his heart dropped slightly.

"What's wrong with the princess?"

"Back to the prince, princess...... Fainted because I almost ...... seeing you"

Killed by a slap!

Of course, Ju Niang didn't dare to say the latter words, she must have believed in the strength of her family's prince!

"Lord Wang, that person was robbed ......"

"I have already guessed that since you are willing to bother to rob people, that person must be useful, you go and send someone to keep an eye on him for me!"

Murong Xiang didn't blame Rong An, he had already guessed that person was robbed when the scapegoat came out, that person just wanted to accuse himself and lose people's hearts.

No, why did you choose those two people?

Could it be that there is something strange.

"Yes"

"Wait, there's one more thing you need to check, you go ......"

"Yes, lord."

As soon as Murong Xiang entered the door, he saw Yi Ling'er waving her arms wildly, and her body was still writhing.

"Don't, ah! Don't ......"

Yi Ling'er was still talking in her mouth, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Murong Xiang sat on the bed, wiped her sweat with his sleeve, lay on her side and hugged her, patting her on the back.

"Ling'er is fine, don't be afraid, it's okay......"

Yi Ling'er waved her arm again, but her arm was grabbed by Murong Xiang, and she opened her eyes when she felt that something was wrong.

Seeing Murong Xiang intact by her side, she even forgot the nightmare just now, she held Murong Xiang's face with both hands, and then pinched him fiercely.

"Are you trying to murder your husband?"

Murong Xiang's brows were furrowed by her pinching, and he spit out these words from his teeth.

"It's not a dream, it's good!"

Ellinger buried herself in his arms, her hands around his lean waist, and this feeling was reassuring.

Dream, just now she had a dream, endless killing, corpses all over the field, rivers of blood.