Chapter Eighty-Four, Serious Killing!

Su Rong flew out, and Su Rong flew back.

The living Su Rong flew out, and the dead Su Rong flew back.

Between breaths.

In this process, those inspectors who were ready to fight with Su Rong had just drawn their knives, and they saluted Cui Zhaoren, which could be regarded as a farewell-

However, Su Rong died.

One move kills.

They didn't even see Li Muyang make a move, and Su Rong was already dead. They didn't even have time to help, and Su Rong died.

This made them, who were already full of fighting spirit and ready to die, a little in a dilemma.

Above? Still not on? That's a problem.

Su Rong is a wise figure placed by the Cui family around Cui Zhaoren, although his advice is rarely adopted by Cui Zhaoren. Because Cui Zhaoren felt that he was hundreds of times smarter than Su Rong.

However, in order to take care of the family's face, and to show his modesty and prudence, he was still willing to put Su Rong by his side. Because when he has some things that he can't take care of, he can entrust Su Rong to deal with them. After all, most of the supervising historians are good at dancing knives and swords, killing people and criminal investigations, and they are really not suitable for doing that kind of thing.

Su Rong is only the strength of the high mountain, and he can be regarded as a master in a small city, but in the Tiandu, where dragons and snakes are mixed, he can only be regarded as a low-handed, low-handed, low-handed, low-handed.

However, the strength of a high-grade mountain was killed by Li Muyang with a punch - these dozen or so people whose strength is not as good as Su Rong's supervision history is enough for Li Muyang to punch a few times?

Cui Zhaoren saw Li Muyang make a move.

He was the only master on the scene who could accurately capture Li Muyang's traces and actions in the face of black clouds and torrential rain.

Su Rong hurriedly rushed towards Li Muyang, and what he used was his best "Mountain Moving Fist".

A punch blasted away, like moving a mountain.

The fist was sufficient, and the six Su Rong also threw their fists at Li Muyang.

The current Su Rong can only conjure up five phantoms, five virtual and one real, forming this attack formation.

Su Rong fought with his life, and his fighting spirit was at its strongest.

Even with Cui Zhaoren's critical eye, he can see that this punch is his extraordinary performance.

This is Su Rong's most brilliant and lethal punch.

Presumably, Su Rong's mood at that time was also excited and excited, and the world's self-confidence was all in my hands-

Six Su Rong rushed to Li Muyang's side and attacked in three ways: upper, middle and lower.

Li Muyang fought back.

His right hand, which had been hanging down, suddenly swung into a fist, like a punch that had been prepared for a long time.

And just that punch.

Then, Su Rong flew.

Really Su Rongfei flew.

Li Muyang was not affected by those phantoms at all, and he had been staring at Su Rong's true body from beginning to end.

This also doomed Su Rong's tragedy from the beginning.

"Unfathomable." This is Cui Zhaoren's evaluation of Li Muyang.

"It's out of gas." A black-clothed inspector squatted down to probe Su Rong's snort, and said fiercely: "Brothers are working hard with him to avenge the military advisor." ”

Cui Zhaoren stretched out his hand to block it and said softly: "You are not his opponent. ”

"We will not hesitate to fight to the death."

"Then there's only one dead word." Cui Zhao pressed the hilt of the sword with his hand and said loudly: "You are all my henchmen, live well, and it can be regarded as leaving some seeds for the Supervision Department-"

Click――

Under the continuous frantic impact of those fish and shrimp, a large hole was cracked in the water area of the building boat.

The lower cabin began to be flooded, and the ship began to tilt.

The fish and shrimp kept batting, and they used the opening as a breakthrough to hit the building boat harder.

Click, click, click-

More cracks were struck, and the cracks kept growing.

Boom -

A loud noise came.

The ship fell apart and collapsed.

"Help, I'm going to die-help-"

"Oh my God, stop the rain - take the magic powers-"

"Don't grab my plank, it's the plank I picked up first-"--

The ship's businessmen wept bitterly, some pleaded, some cursed, and more clever people had already chosen the float before the ship collapsed. Once the boat collapses, they can hold the floating dance and not sink into the river together.

Although it is difficult to survive on this torrential rain, there is still a glimmer of life after all, isn't it?

At the moment when the building boat collapsed, Cui Zhaoren was already fluttering in clothes, his body rose in the air, and he appeared opposite Li Muyang again.

A white-clothed boy and a black-robed Bodhisattva.

One pupil is as black as ink, and the other is as red as blood.

It's as if they were destined to be natural rivals.

In the same way, they all have cold eyes.

Li Muyang's eyes were cold, vicissitudes, and there was an unconcealable killing intent.

Cui Zhaoren's eyes are also cold, this is his usual attitude.

In addition to the coldness, there is more confusion and killing intent.

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins.

Cui Zhaoren has already seen that this time he and Li Muyang are going to have an endless fight.

"Are you Li Muyang?" Cui Zhaoren asked in a deep voice. It wasn't the first time he had asked this question, and he had even asked it in his mind countless times.

He already has the answer in his heart, yes, he is Li Muyang.

However, how could he be Li Muyang?

An empire freshman has such strength, so what else is he going to do at the Star Academy?

He was even more convinced that this was not the real Li Muyang, or that the current Li Muyang was controlled by some monster - only then could he explain what was happening in front of him.

Could it be that there is some noble creature in his body that suddenly awakens after being shot down by himself and Shen Jiang?

"I'm Li Muyang." Li Muyang replied calmly in his voice. There is no hurry, and there is no emotion. It sounded like the voice of Choi Zhaoren before.

The current Li Muyang is more like the previous Cui Zhaoren than Cui Zhaoren.

"It seems that you don't want to reveal your background?" The corners of Cui Zhaoren's mouth raised slightly, with a cruel sneer.

"So what? What if you don't say it? Li Muyang's eyes were full of pity and sympathy when he looked at Cui Zhaoren.

He was actually pitying Cui Zhaoren and sympathizing with the descendants of one of the most powerful families in the empire.

Cui Zhaoren didn't like his eyes, and he was even a little irritated.

"You're going to die anyway." Li Muyang added his lips and said these words coldly.

"So—" The little smile on the corner of Cui Zhaoren's mouth was put away. He is a serious person, and he is also a serious person, and he has to do something seriously on a serious occasion. Like here, like killing. "That's what I thought too."

Choke-

The sound of a sword unsheathed.

However, when you heard this voice, Cui Zhaoren had already turned into a hundred thousand phantoms and slashed towards Li Muyang, who was suspended in the air.