Wood Ficus?

Mu Rong looked at it, and he didn't know when his sick brother had been held hostage by the man last time and appeared at the far edge of the square, Mu Rong's expression was quite calm.

"You really don't care about your brother's life?" Feng Wanwan asked again.

Ignore it, but now he can take care of it?

Mu Yu looked at the audience and seemed to be sure of victory, and Feng Wanwan, who was calm and relaxed, thinking about the phoenix that had become charred and black behind him, sighed, his back road was intercepted, and he was able to move forward: "Release the arrow." ”

Don't kill him!

"Get down, everybody." Feng Wanwan drank urgently, it seems that he still can't provoke people, look, go crazy, it's not just Mu Alcohol who is crazy, Lin Bianjun on the stage is even more crazy, the red gold silk embroidered robe has been messy, and the hair tied in the golden crown is even more scattered like a group of demons dancing above his head, at this moment he is crazy and lying on the stage screaming hysterically: "Kill, kill, kill them all for me, don't leave any of them, all of them will pay for my Qian'er......"

"In the middle of the month, Meng Baoping." Feng Wanwan will dance the sword in his hand impenetrable, blocking the arrows shot this way, Long San is not idle, the soft sword in the sleeve is also sacrificed, the same as Feng Wanwan, blocking the other half of the arrow rain, these archers of Mu Alcohol are really powerful, as if they don't want to re-draw the bow, wave after wave of shooting this side, many ministers lying on the ground were hit by arrows, but because the arrow was not shot directly, but the power on the arrow dissipated and fell, so it was destined to be inserted by the arrow in the mission, and it was not deep.

"Stop." In the middle of the month, he took Mu Rong to the front and shouted, his shout was just a pause in the hands of the Tsing Yi guards who knew Mu Rong, and the rest had no effect, it seems that the weight of this Mu Ergongzi is still not big!

On the other side, the archers brought by Meng Baoping appeared behind those archers, like shooting targets, shooting one at a time, sharing most of the pressure on Long San's body.

In a short time, all the pressure was shared.

The archers brought by the wood alcohol were crushed and fled in all directions.

"Okay, it seems that you are prepared, so come on!" Mu Alcohol was furious, sneered, and went straight to Feng Wanwan's side in person, Long San wanted to go up to help Feng Wanwan was drunk, she also wanted to see the strength of this guy.

As soon as Feng Wanwan fought, she felt the other party's majestic internal force, like a mountain, and pressed her head and face.

What a master, Feng Wanwan cheered up and transported the Falling Moon Sword Technique to the extreme, the eighth heavy Falling Moon Sword, the sword wave that was transported out hit the palm wind that Mu Alcohol waved, and the air wave that burst out instantly blew out a half-meter-deep trench between the two of them, and the people who were close to it were also hit by this air wave and flew out.

The two of them fought hard with internal strength, and the fight was inseparable, and Long San also took Cheng Lanying and the guards who came from behind to clean up the guards one by one.

After Cheng Lanying was summoned back by the people sent by Uncle Yu, as soon as he arrived in Fengjing, he secretly sneaked into the palace to deal with the deputy commander of the Praetorian Guard, and took back the military power of the Praetorian Guard, which was already swaying.

The empress walked on the high platform accompanied by Feng Chenchen and Feng Zhengyang, looking at her usually weak side monarch on the stage, at this time, like a fish out of the water, looking at a black charred body on the stage stupidly, and still murmuring in her mouth: "Coriander, Wu'er." ”

Coriander?

The empress squatted down and looked at the person who had been burned into a ball, this is Coriander! Thinking of the little daughter who finally dared to look up at her the day before yesterday, she changed her cowardly image in the past, and became more confident than ever in front of her, and she no longer took her as the mother in her eyes......

"Come on, carry the second princess back, and Lin Jun, help her back." The Empress commanded in a loud voice.

Feng Chenchen and Feng Zhengyang next to him glanced at each other, lifted the charred corpse, and helped the half-dead person?

It seems none of their business!

Right?

Feng Zhengyang winked at his sister, with a frightened expression, and his sister also copied his expression, but other than that, the two of them had no extra movements

"Yes, Your Majesty." Luo Honglian, who heard the empress's voice and walked on stage, looked around, ordered two women who were also martial artists with her, and several people moved together to carry one person and one corpse down, of course, those two people were faster than Luo Honglian, and they helped Lin Fangjun down first, leaving Luo Honglian alone to face the charred black Feng Qian for a long time, before sighing helplessly, gritting her teeth, turning her head, frowning, holding her breath, and finally wrapped her hands in her sleeves and hugged Feng Qian down.

The stage was finally quiet, and the empress walked to the side of the stage again to look at the Shura-like fighting scene in the square under the stage, with broken limbs and blood, her Wanyun and the surnamed Mu were fighting fiercely at this time, and there were no other creatures within ten meters around the two, and the two of them should not be able to tell the winner for a while.

In another place, the Tsing Yi guards are also being eaten away by the guards led by Cheng Lanying and Long San step by step, and what is left is the few archers left in the field, it seems that if nothing happens, the outcome has been decided.

Empress Feng Ling sighed, this is the most chaotic day in the palace since she succeeded to the throne, thirteen years ago, it was only Fengyan Palace that caught fire, it was not so chaotic, and there were not so many people dead, this throne, Wan Yun said that it was the most dangerous profession in the world, it seems that it is true!

"Mu Alcohol, you can be arrested, I will intercede with my mother for you." It's a pity that such a good kung fu died like this, Feng Wan said while fighting.

"Miss Feng, let's fight hard, don't waste your tongue anymore, if I really die in your hands, I won't lose, it depends on whether you have the ability to take my life." Mu Alcohol smiled provocatively, and another punch struck, such as wielding a hammer of gold, smashed by his punch, Feng Wanwan estimated that he was not dead or disabled, and there was not much internal force left, Feng Wanwan had an idea, changed the strategy, and changed to fighting, only to see her like a fallen leaf in the wind, with the fist of the wood alcohol floating five or six meters, and then fixed her body and waved the sword in her hand to draw a sword wave towards the wood alcohol.

"I said that even if you don't care about yourself, take care of your brother, look at him, there is a bloody mark on his neck by my guard, it's really pitiful, that thin skin and tender meat, I don't know if it will leave a scar." Feng Wanwan's eyes glanced at the middle of the moon, and she happened to see the red mark on Mu Rong's neck.

Blood stains, Mu Alcohol subconsciously looked at his brother's place, at this moment, Feng Wanwan's sword wave hit, and it happened to mark his back with a blood mark, deep bones, Feng Wanwan used at least eight points of strength this time, and Mu Alcohol almost fell down on the heel of the previous one.

"Mu Alcohol, you don't want your brother to pick up customers in the 'Ethereal Building', but although your brother's age is a little older, his appearance is okay, if he goes, business will definitely be good......" Feng Wanwan's mouth kept talking.