Unexpectedly, Su Mu, who was stopped by Ouyang Gurong, did not laugh angrily, and after letting out a creepy laugh, he said coldly: "More than twenty years of brotherhood!" If you really thought about the so-called brotherhood, you would not have pushed my mother to the brink of despair and made her kill herself with hatred! ”

Ouyang Gurong's dark eyes flashed, he didn't expect Su Mu to target him like this, it wasn't all for the succession of the throne.

Just when Ouyang Gurong was about to open his mouth to clarify, Su Muyi had already waved his sleeves, and in an instant, the guards wearing well-armored armor surrounded Ouyang Gurong and his party of four people, with three layers inside and three layers outside.

Looking at this posture, Su Mu also came prepared today.

And among the well-equipped guards, the well-dressed Feng Evil looked like a leader. "Nephew Cheng Huanxian, I don't know if you still remember my uncle who was robbed of his surname."

Cheng Huan frowned slightly, in this way, what they have to deal with today is not only Ouyang Gurong's old enemy Su Muyi, but also the scum of the entire Feng clan. The two of them, at some point, have joined forces to fight against the Feng Clan's people.

Cheng Huan didn't want to pay attention to the villain's ambition, and counted the guards who surrounded them in front of him, thinking about how to get out of this encirclement.

"Ah Rong, my nine-section whip." At this time, Cheng Huan remembered the long whip he hadn't played for a long time, and whispered to Ouyang Gurong in front of him.

It seems that today's fierce battle is inevitable.

Taking out Cheng Huan's purple silk rolling iron nine-section whip from the space treasure ring, Ouyang Gurong and Cheng Huan glanced at each other, and they already understood each other's intentions in their hearts. It seems that the operational deployment of the two for this vicious battle should also coincide.

"Shenghui, the phantom silk will be handed over to you for protection!" After receiving the nine-section whip, Cheng Huan's figure flashed, and he ran in the direction where the wind evil was.

There is a cloud in the book of war: capture the thief and capture the king first. Looking at Feng Xie's commanding appearance just now, these guards in well-armored armor were all acting in accordance with his orders.

Now, as long as the Wind Evil is captured, the person who gives orders, presumably the hundreds of guards will not dare to act rashly.

On the other side, after Ouyang Gurong and Cheng Huan looked at each other and smiled, their bodies were also as fast as lightning and ran towards Su Muyi. Cheng Huan dealt with the wind evil with weak spiritual cultivation, and Su Muyi, a tricky character, was naturally handed over to him to deal with.

"The storm is surging! Wind Candle! Cheng Huan squeezed his hands again and again, and the two spells were beaten out.

Ouyang Gurong waved his sleeves, and the handprints that had already been formed had already been fiercely attacked towards Su Muyi.

Lin Shenghui's clothes fluttered, and he also threw two powerful spells in his hands towards the guards who wanted to attack them.

Suddenly, the suburbs with a scene of grass growing warblers suddenly turned into a battle ground where a group of people fought fiercely.

Although the spiritual cultivation of the Wind Evil is the fifth grade of the Heavenly Martial Realm, it is four grades higher than Cheng Huan in terms of grade. However, because Cheng Huan is thin and small, he has a very advantage when dodging attacks, coupled with his young and vigorous body, Cheng Huan's spiritual attrition is naturally not as fast as that of Feng Evil.

Cheng Huan, who saw the situation clearly, had long known that this vicious battle must also be a protracted battle, so although he was fierce when he launched the attack, he only exerted three or five percent of his strength at most.

On the contrary, it was Ouyang Gurong, because he knew that Su Muyi's spiritual cultivation was on par with him, so every attack could be regarded as exhausting all his strength. Moreover, because Su Muyi's figure is more unpredictable than him, the battle situation on Ouyang Gurong's side is not optimistic.

"Why did you come out with the baby in your arms!?" It was when Cheng Huan focused on fighting back, but Feng Xie stared at Cheng Huan behind him and said in horror.

The only person in this world who can make the treacherous and cunning Feng Evil show such a terrifying expression must be the Wind Eclipse.

As soon as Cheng Huan heard the word child, his fierce momentum suddenly decreased, and he didn't care about counterattacking at the moment, so he hurriedly turned his head to look.

As the saying goes, soldiers don't get tired of cheating, and Cheng Huan's turn just gave the cunning Fengevil a chance to sneak attack. Cheng Huan looked at the empty space behind him, and was shocked, and suddenly knew that he had been fooled. It's just that it's too late to put on the defensive at this time.

"Ahh With an exclamation, Cheng Huan was hit by the wind evil that pierced his entire left shoulder, and fell to the ground like a broken butterfly.

After hearing Cheng Huan's exclamation, Ouyang Gurong couldn't help but lose his mind, and wanted to turn his head to look in the direction of Cheng Huan.

It was this gap that Su Muyi attacked Ouyang Gurong's vital point with a fierce "Flower Stick Dance".

Fortunately, Ouyang Gurong's defense was faster than Cheng Huan's, and before he could turn around, he had already pinched his hand and sent out a defensive spell.

But because Ouyang Gurong was worried about distractions, although it was a defensive technique, the performance of defense was still much worse. Therefore, Su Muyi's "Flower Stick Dance" still hurt Ouyang Gurong's body piecemeal.

Seeing that his wound was flowing bright red liquid little by little, Ouyang Gurong's originally calm black eyes suddenly flashed and turned into a strange purple.

The man who spews blood has always been the most terrifying, not to mention that this bloody gentleman is still talking about his own blood. Ouyang Gurong's heart suddenly lost control, and he allowed the other monster-like Ouyang Gurong to manipulate his body and act arbitrarily.

Ouyang Gurong, who was demonic, burst out of the spiritual power cultivation of the Martial King Realm in an instant, and Su Mu, who was not surprised, couldn't help but be stunned, and forgot to defend in an instant.

Although there have long been rumors in the royal family that Ouyang Gurong is possessed by a monster, Su Mu, who has never caught a clue, has always regarded it as a presumptuous. Unexpectedly, after seeing it with his own eyes today, Su Mu also felt that it was not appropriate to use the word monster to describe Ouyang Gurong, Ouyang Gurong was already a demon lord himself.

"Heaven and Dao are one!" After Ouyang Gurong calmly spit out a mantra, he rushed towards Su Muyi with a fierce attack with brilliance.

Although Su Muyi had already formed a defensive enchantment, when he faced Ouyang Gurong's attack, he didn't know why his heart froze, and a sense of fear of defeat rose in his heart.

"Su Muyi, take your words to Hell and tell the King of Hades!" After Ouyang Gurong said another sentence strangely, an attack mixed with countless death breaths rushed towards Su Muyi, who had no power to fight back.

In an instant, there was a storm in the heavens and the earth, and Su Mu could only watch with wide eyes as the attack rushed towards him, but he couldn't have any power to fight back.

On the other side, after Feng Xie felt the movement between heaven and earth, the moment Cheng Huan fell off the horse, he also raised his eyes and looked at Ouyang Gurong. At this glance, it was not trivial, I saw Ouyang Gurong, who seemed to be wrapped in a layer of demonic dark purple light, raising his right hand that had been transformed into a sharp blade shape and slashing at Su Muyi, who was seriously injured.

Other people will not take care of it, but this Su Muye's identity is definitely not human.

As early as when the Wind Evil first entered the Phantom Flower Valley, he had already heard that the Flower Clan had a pivotal position in the royal family. It wasn't until later that Su Muyi's identity as the prince gradually surfaced.

Thinking of Su Muyi's huge use value, the wind evil who spared his life like gold couldn't take care of Cheng Huan, who had already been seriously injured by himself, so he stopped his attack immediately, turned his horse's head and galloped towards Su Muyi.

The fierce attack of Ouyang Gurong, who was demonic, was enough to deter everyone present, even Cheng Huan, who fell to the ground.

Seeing that Feng Xie gave up chasing after him, and instead turned to save Su Muyi, who was being regarded as a sword and fish meat by Ouyang Gurong, a layer of frost suddenly formed on Cheng Huan's face.

At this moment, the memory in Cheng Huan's mind that was forcibly sealed by Ouyang Gurong suddenly flowed back to Cheng Huan's splashed ink pupils like a silent movie.

Pain, cold and bone-chilling pain. Cheng Huan's ink-splashed pupils suddenly lost all their luster, allowing the unbearable memories in the cave to be put back in front of him over and over again. It turned out that Ouyang Gurong took great pains to accompany her, so that it was indeed his biological son.

A sad smile hung on the corner of Cheng Huan's mouth, Ouyang Gurong forcibly asked her over and over again, Yue Jiayin's forbearance and love for her, the two memories were intertwined, and Cheng Huan only felt that his mind was blank.

It was when Cheng Huan was stunned that the wind evil had already made several moves in a row to block Ouyang Gurong's fatal attack on Su Muyi. But even if the wind demon tried his best, a sense of powerlessness hitting the stone with an egg still rose in his heart.

It turns out that this is the power of the strong, and without much effort, it can completely exert an invisible sense of oppression on the other party, so that the other party feels the ubiquitous threat in all directions, and has since lost the will to live.

What the strong can defeat the weak is the spirit of being alone in heaven and earth. The reason why the weak are weak is that the lack of faith is an extremely important part.

Feng Evil saw that he was already in a situation of weakness to return to the sky, so he had to fight hard in the end. I saw that he flipped his wrist, and with a sharp blow of ten successful powers, it did not send it towards Ouyang Gurong, but instead sent it to Cheng Huan, who was sitting on the ground not far away, in a daze.

Ouyang Gurong saw that Feng Evil's attack turned his strength, and he also squinted away.

Just this glance, Cheng Huan, who was already approaching the empty and godless pupils, firmly grasped Ouyang Gurong's bewitching eyes again, and couldn't move them anymore.

"Be careful!" Seeing that Cheng Huan, who had already bloomed on his left shoulder, didn't notice the sharp blow of the wind evil, Ouyang Gurong, who was demonic, couldn't help but exclaim.

rushed to protect Cheng Huan's colleagues, Ouyang Gurong had already waved his sleeves to block Cheng Huan's sharp blow.

As soon as Ouyang Gurong's body moved, Feng Xie could no longer care about looking back at the situation behind him, picked up Su Muyi's body and galloped away. His last blow was to divert Ouyang Gurong's ubiquitous persecution momentum, so that he could have a chance to save Su Muyi.