"Hmph, witch, is this the only thing you can do? Back then, I was subjected to being drunk and fleshed by people, and your so-called torture was like scratching an itch for me!"

Amu's face was a little distorted by the pain, but even so, there was still a deep mockery on his face.

"Then let Erniang see, is your mouth hard, or my knife is hard!"

Wang Zhaojun's face sank, and the thin knife in his hand flashed with a piece of snow, and there were more than ten blood lines on Amu's body again.

"Hahaha, Erniang? Okay, okay! Then I'll call you Erniang! Erniang, do you know that after Xia Ziqi was wiped by me, he finally looked at me with that kind of deep unwillingness and nostalgia for the world, how cool does this make me?"

If Lin Kuo was here, he would have been surprised to see so many expressions on Amu's original face.

"Looking for death, you are looking for death!"

Wang Zhaojun saw that a knife was about to pierce Amu's eyes, but at this moment, a golden light flashed, and a golden dragon claw grabbed Wang Zhaojun's forearm, and with Wang Zhaojun's scream, a blood flower suddenly bloomed out, and Wang Zhaojun's white arm was pinched and shattered like this, and the soft and weird bend hung down, and the knife in his hand also fell to the ground.

"Ahh

Wang Zhaojun's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinpoint, and he slowly turned around in disbelief, and finally saw the unusually burly middle-aged man.

"Zhengyang, Zhengyang, how do you ......?"

"Hmph, I want to ask how I left the Dragon Prison Prison?" Xia Zhengyang glanced at Amu with a complicated look, and then his gaze fell on Wang Zhaojun's face again, his eyes sometimes flashed confused, and sometimes full of resentment.

"Wang Zhaojun, let me ask you, why did I, Xia Zhengyang, treat you badly?

Xia Zhengyang's roar was like muffled thunder, and in the face of questioning, Wang Zhaojun opened his mouth, but he still didn't say anything, and his eyes flashed with horror.

Amu's expression was a little excited at this time, staring at Xia Zhengyang tightly, as if in the blink of an eye, this person's influence would disappear forever in front of him.

"My son, Zimu, I've really wronged you all these years!"

Xia Zhengyang walked in front of Amu step by step, with a wave of his hand, the rope that bound Amu was broken into several sections, and then stretched out his big hand like a fan and pressed it on the top of Amu's head, a soft golden light sprinkled, and the wounds on Amu's body were actually recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in less than half a moment, Amu's originally pale complexion became ruddy again, and all the wounds on his body were healed.

And in this process, whether it was Lin Kuo or Wang Zhaojun, as well as the dozens of fifth-rank martial artists in the main hall, no one dared to make the slightest movement, for fear of disturbing this moody guy and causing death.

After healing Amu's injury, Xia Zhengyang patted Amu's shoulder, looked at Wang Zhaojun again, and said coldly: "I, Xia Zhengyang, have only loved two women in my life, even if you murdered Wanru at the beginning, even if you designed to imprison me for 20 years, I Xia Zhengyang can not care about these, but Wang Zhaojun, you shouldn't have been, you shouldn't have been obsessed until now, Ziqi and Zimu are both my sons, but you want to kill Zimu today, how can I not pursue it!"

Wang Zhaojun heard Xia Zhengyang mention Xia Ziqi, as if he was stimulated, and roared like crazy: "I'm obsessed, I hurt the killer, yes, it's all my fault, the fault is that I was negligent back then, so that this little beast can survive to this day!"

"You!" Xia Zhengyang was furious, and raised his hand to grab Wang Zhaojun.

"You also know that Ziqi is your son, but just before, this son of yours actually killed Ziqi and killed my son!"

Xia Zhengyang's hand stopped in front of Wang Zhaojun's forehead, and when he heard the words, his eyes slowly turned his head to look at Amu in disbelief, and then he shouted in a rough manner: "What's going on, what's going on!"

Lin Kuo saw that Xia Zhengyang's eyes were red, he was panting like a cow, and his heart was not good, so he immediately swallowed a Zhuyuan Pill and a spirit stone, preparing to flee immediately when the opportunity was not good.

"What's going on? I'm going to ask your good son Xia Zimu! It's him, it's him, it's him, and that Lin Kuo, who killed my son together!"

"Lin Kuo!"

Xia Zhengyang's gaze stayed on Amu for a moment, and then he glared at Lin Kuo: "Okay, wow! No wonder you were escorted to the Prison Dragon Prison, it turned out that you killed my child, today I will take your life, and let all the people who are related to you be buried for my child!"

Xia Zhengyang pounced, but Amu took a step ahead of him to use his martial arts and flashed in front of Lin Kuo, and said coldly: "If you want to make a move on Lin Kuo, kill me first!"

Xia Zhengyang froze in place, and the field became extremely quiet for a while, and everyone didn't dare to breathe.

"Hmph, hahaha, ridiculous, it's really ridiculous! I think I'm Xia Zhengyang, a generation of dragon kings, and I cultivated in the late stage of the sixth turn, but after being imprisoned for twenty years, even a group of little guys dare to disobey me, have they forgotten my Xia Zhengyang's methods?"

Xia Zhengyang looked past Amu, stared at Lin Kuo behind him, and said word by word: "Lin Kuo, even if the child period did not die at your hands, since you are involved in this matter, then no matter who comes today, don't want to save your life!"

Lin Kuo's heart was bitter when he heard this, a Martial Emperor in the late stage of the sixth turn wanted to take his own life, it was indeed as simple as crushing an ant to death, it seemed that there was really no hope of escaping today!

"Hahaha, Brother Zhengyang has such a big breath, Meng wants to try today, can he save the life of my Yijian Sect!"

Hearing this hearty voice, Lin Kuo was almost crying, and with the voice came, it was a flowing man with both feet on the long sword, it was Meng Yunpeng, the sect master of the Yijian Sect, who came!

"Meng Yunpeng, this is my family, you have to take care of it, otherwise don't blame me Xia Zhengyang for not remembering the old love!"

Xia Zhengyang lightly jumped down from the flying sword, and the long sword turned into an ordinary long sword, which was grabbed by Xia Zhengyang and carried behind him, but the long sword was not sheathed, obviously afraid of Xia Zhengyang.

"Lin Kuo greets the sect master!"

Lin Kuo was like a drowning man grasping at a life-saving straw, and he couldn't wait to rush up and blow his nose with Meng Yunpeng's clothes.

"The surname is Meng, what can this Lin Kuo do even if he is a disciple of your Yijian Sect? My son Xia Zi died at his hands during the period, I want him to pay for his life now, if you stop it, don't blame me for Dragon City and your Yijian Sect to start a war, and never die!"

Meng Yunpeng was also a fiery temper, hearing Xia Zhengyang being so unkind, he immediately tore the last trace of his face, and said in a cold voice: "If you start a war, you will start a war, dare to make a move on my Yijian Sect disciples, no matter what you want in Longcheng, my Yijian Sect will follow!"

Lin Kuo watched the excitement from the sidelines, and his heart was very involved, once a war broke out between the two major forces, the consequences would become difficult to end!