Although the Hongfu is now shrouded in darkness, as long as the martial arts have been cultivated to the realm of martial saints, they can see things at night.

So even in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, Steward Wu clearly saw Mrs. Zhao's flight trajectory in the air.

"Alas!"

"Since Madame insists on doing this, the old slave can't ignore it!"

At this time, Steward Wu's voice became extremely firm, and he put on a look of seeing death as if he was at home, and between speaking, he held his hands hard.

"Sting!"

As the sound of tearing clothes sounded, you could see that the dark coat that Steward Wu was wearing was torn all at once, revealing the dark golden robe inside.

At the same time, it can be seen that the two measuring scales slipped into the hands of Steward Wu.

This robe and two measuring rulers are exactly the robes and weapons worn by the Baizhang Heavenly King of the Great Zen Temple.

The robe is made of black gold silk, which is not afraid of fire, and the more it burns, the brighter it becomes, and it is not afraid of ordinary swords and slashing when worn on the body.

And these two measuring rulers also belong to the ranks of divine soldiers.

At the same time, a fist intent rose from the seven condensed acupuncture points on Steward Wu's body, and each acupuncture point seemed to have a god living in it.

In the perception of An Heng's four people, it can be clearly seen that the seven gods are dragging a huge wheel, exuding an aura that dominates the life and death of all beings.

"Hong Xuanji's Heavenly Wheel of Life and Death!"

An Heng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but secretly evaluate in his heart.

In the next second, Steward Wu bent his knees slightly, and all the muscles and muscles on his legs burst out, squirming like a python, and the whole person suddenly rose to the sky, as if he wanted to intercept Mrs. Zhao halfway in the air.

Steward Wu knew that he was definitely not the opponent of An Heng, the peak of human immortals, so he retreated to avoid a head-on collision with An Heng.

After all, the purpose was just to save people, and Steward Wu, who had a grudge back then, was also a witness, so he naturally knew what would happen to Mrs. Zhao if she fell into the hands of Meng Bingyun.

But before Hou Ye came back, how could he, as a slave of the Hong Mansion, put his master in danger, even if he risked his life.

"What a death!"

Seeing this, An Heng's eyes flashed, and his whole body was full of energy, and he slapped at Steward Wu who was jumping up like this.

A palm force emanated from An Heng's hand, instantly spanning a distance of more than ten meters, and accurately hit Steward Wu's head through the space.

Steward Wu didn't have time to dodge at all, and his head suddenly exploded in mid-air, turning into a blooming blood-gray flower.

Red blood and gray-white brains splattered in the air in all directions, and most of them were poured on Mrs. Zhao, who happened to pass by.

Looking at Mrs. Zhao, who was stained with blood and brains, a trace of disgust suddenly appeared in An Heng's eyes, and the right hand that had originally maintained the grasping action waved to the ground, and Mrs. Zhao was thrown to the ground directly from mid-air.

And the white cat, which was originally tightly held in Mrs. Zhao's arms and strangled by her neck, finally got a chance to breathe and seized the opportunity to escape from Mrs. Zhao's clutches.

At this time, as An Heng lifted the grasp, the air and light returned to the Hong Mansion again, and the short darkness and suffocation also left the people in the mansion.

The vacuum environment disappeared, and the screams one after another suddenly filled the entire mansion, and all kinds of noisy sounds were endless.

The Hou Mansion, which used to be strict and quiet, seems to have suddenly turned into a vegetable market.

At this time, Mrs. Zhao, who fell to the ground, didn't understand what was going on, when she suddenly felt a tingling sensation coming from all over her body, and looked around in horror and blankly, and a headless corpse suddenly came into view.

Looking at the familiar robe on the corpse and the measuring ruler held tightly in her hand, Mrs. Zhao's eyes suddenly widened, and her voice trembled and murmured, "This is ...... Is this Steward Wu? ”

The tone was full of disbelief, but the robe worn by the corpse and the measuring ruler held in her hand couldn't help but make Mrs. Zhao believe this fact.

Because this robe and measuring ruler were given to Steward Wu by Mrs. Zhao with her own eyes!

Mrs. Zhao's body trembled, as if she thought of something, and immediately looked in all directions, and suddenly saw An Heng's foursome looking down at her with a mocking face in midair.

"Meng Bingyun, you slut is really alive!"

I saw Mrs. Zhao stand up suddenly, staring at Meng Bingyun in mid-air with her eyes, her eyes were full of resentment, and she shouted through gritted teeth.

"Smack, smack."

Without waiting for An Heng to make a move, Meng Bingyun slapped Mrs. Zhao directly on the ground in the air.

In the next second, Mrs. Zhao, who was standing on the ground, was suddenly tilted left and right by the fan's head, and the whole person also fell to the ground, and the full mouth of teeth flew out of her mouth in an instant, and then her face swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this time, Mrs. Zhao seemed to be holding a pig's head, her two eyes were squeezed into two slits, and her mouth was full of blood.

"Well beaten, my mother should directly kill this damn poisonous woman!"

In the inner world, Hong Yi looked at Mrs. Zhao who was beaten into a pig's head, and said with a very relieved catharsis.

If you want to ask Hong Yi who the person he hates the most, the first choice is definitely not Hong Xuanji but Mrs. Zhao, a poisonous woman.

For this poisonous woman who bullied her mother when she was a child, Hong Yi has an unforgettable hatred for her.

At this time, I saw that Mrs. Zhao on the ground continued to stare at Meng Bingyun with eyes that only had one slit left, and cursed in a resentful voice: "I'll make it angry that you little slut is a scourge...... Yes! ”

Before Mrs. Zhao finished speaking, she suddenly let out a miserable scream, and it turned out that her hand was directly interrupted by Meng Bingyun.

Because she had no teeth, Mrs. Zhao's speech was a little slurred.

"Hiss......"

Mrs. Zhao on the ground gasped a few times, and then continued to curse vaguely: "But the chicken made you a little cheap ...... Ah......h

I saw that Meng Bingyun didn't wait for Mrs. Zhao to finish scolding, and instantly broke Mrs. Zhao's other intact arm, and then stopped, looking at Mrs. Zhao with cold eyes, the meaning is obvious, don't be afraid of pain, just scold!

"Hiss......"

After Mrs. Zhao suffered a loss, she also calmed down, and stared at An Heng and the four people in the air resentfully: "Meng Bingyun, don't be complacent too early, don't think that you can go wild in this Jade Capital City with a few helpers, and when the mystery comes back, you will all die!" ”

Meng Bingyun didn't want to deal with Mrs. Zhao who was like a dead dog on the ground at all, but looked at An Heng and said, "An Heng, you can do it!" ”

When An Heng heard this, he nodded in understanding, and prepared to make Mrs. Zhao first, so as to draw out Hong Xuanji.

And Mrs. Zhao obviously misunderstood something, and shouted in a hurry and shouted: "You want to kill me, kill me, Xuanji will not let you go." ”

I saw that An Heng didn't talk nonsense with Mrs. Zhao at all, and directly pointed at the brain at the center of Mrs. Zhao's eyebrows, and began to transform the divine soul into qi and blood.

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