Sikong Xing, who had originally gotten up, trembled his legs, and was so pressed that he knelt down again.

"Has Benjun allowed you to get up?"

In the void, a snow-colored figure wearing a mask seemed to descend from the heavens, and the coercion and chill on his body made almost everyone in the bazaar kneel.

Even Leng Xianqiu's body trembled and slowly knelt down.

So the bustling bazaar black pressure overwhelmed a large area, although almost no one knew the identity of this man, but the awe and worship born from the depths of the soul made people not even think about it.

"Han'er?"

There are so many people, I'm afraid that Su Mengning is the only one standing.

"Why are you here? What about Yan'er? What's going on? ”

Hearing Mo Yan's name, Leng Xianqiu, who was kneeling in the crowd, shook his palm slightly, covering the different colors in his eyes.

"She's fine." Jun Muhan said lightly, and his eyes fell on Sikong Xing's body again.

"Since you want to kneel, I will let you kneel to the end."

A coercion was once again exerted on Sikong Xing, and Sikong Xing was about to vomit blood.

"Stinky boy, how can I say that I am your elders, even your father and mother have to give me some face, how dare you do this to me?" Sikong Xing stopped doing it and glared at Jun Muhan angrily.

Jun Muhan was condescending, looking down at Sikong Xing coldly, "Now this gentleman gives you two choices." First, obediently follow Benjun; Second, cut off your hands and feet, and Benjun will let you go back. ”

it!

Is this still human?

Sikong Xing spurted blood.

He had heard early on that Jun Fengze's son was a cold-blooded tyrant, and it was really better to meet than to be famous.

"Can I choose three?"

Sikong Xing cried with a sad face.

Why didn't this stinky boy die of poison before?

"Ah Feng, cut off his hands and feet."

Jun Mu ordered in a cold voice.

"Yes." As soon as the light flashed, the Dark Guard wanted to carry out the order.

"Wait, wait!"

Sikong Xing hurriedly shouted, but he cursed Jun Muhan thousands of times in his heart, "I'll go!" Can't I go? ”

This kid's strength is too terrifying, and he can see at a glance that his heart has just been hit hard, how can he still be so strong?

Suddenly, Sikong Xing seemed to have figured out something, and suddenly raised his head, "The power of the divine soul on the little girl's body is yours?" ”

He looked at Jun Muhan, and his eyes seemed to glow.

Jun Muhan glanced at him lightly and did not answer.

"Take it away."

Jun Muhan ordered again.

Dark Guard Feng picked up Sikong Xing as soon as he could.

As soon as the pressure on Sikong Xing's body decreased, he suddenly broke free from the claws of the dark guard like a snake, and directly rushed towards Jun Muhan, and the thing in his hand flicked towards Jun Muhan's body with lightning speed.

Jun Muhan's eyes were slightly cold, and he was about to shake away the thing thrown by Sikong Xing, and suddenly, an exclamation came from behind him:

"Mu Han, be careful!"

A white slender figure blocked behind Jun Muhan.

It's cold fiber autumn.

Almost at the same moment, the thing shot out by Sikong Xing sank into Leng Xianqiu's chest like that.

"Poof—"

Leng Xianqiu spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell softly towards Jun Muhan's side.

Jun Muhan's eyebrows twisted, but his body shape was wrong, and he flew directly in front of Sikong Xing.

Leng Xianqiu fell to the ground in embarrassment, spit out a mouthful of blood again, looking at Jun Muhan's ruthless back, but the palm hidden in his sleeve was held tightly.

Why...... She saved him, and he didn't even want to help her?

At this time, Jun Muhan didn't even look back, the spiritual power between his fingers was slightly condensed, and several rays of light had completely restrained Sikong Xing.

Sikong Xing immediately fell to the ground straight and straight like a dead fish.

"Ahh Sikong Xing lay on the ground screaming, doing his last dying throes.