The hearts of the people in the East Courtyard who knew Murong Su tightened, and they subconsciously felt that something was happening, and several people looked at each other, but they couldn't understand.

Murong Su's body standing in the ring suddenly soared, jumping out of a few zhang high, seeing that everyone was inexplicable, losing Murong Su's goal, those silver needles broke through the air and finally landed.

Because of its light weight, it is almost undetectable.

Murong Su in mid-air swooped down, clasped his hands together, and stabbed straight down towards the man with his hands as blades.

The sound of breaking the sky swept and hunted, and everyone smacked their tongues, and the blue realm power shrouded the whole body, with folded arms, straight body, and the dazzling and shining green waves, like a green sword, fierce, cold, with the momentum of destroying everything.

At this moment, everyone was in a trance, the Murong Su in front of them was like a sword and not a sword, the human sword was one, and it was not real for a while, the only thing that made people's hearts palpitate was the momentum of the volley and the cold air exuded from the body.

Everyone subconsciously clasped their hands to resist the sudden cold.

The man's body shrouded in sword qi below froze, and he wanted to dodge but couldn't dodge, only to feel that his feet were glued to the ring, and the terrifying momentum made his heart tremble, and the fear from his soul came from the depths of his soul.

No!

The sword qi slashed, and the man roared, his eyes full of horror.

"Stop!" Several old men on the stage were shocked, and they rose from their seats, their lives were at stake, and they even forgot the existence of Zi Lao, and subconsciously stopped drinking.

The essence of Zi Lao's eyes flickered, and he sat firmly on the Taishi chair, standing still, his eyes were not only amazed but still amazing, ignoring the fact that a human life was about to pass under the sword.

Listening to the cheers in his ears, the smile on the corner of Murong Su's lips became colder and colder, with a hint of sarcasm, and he kept moving back, and his speed accelerated a lot.

Laugh at!

With a loud bang, the cyan sword slashed down and stabbed the top of the man's head fiercely.

Murong Su's palms were the tips of the sword, and under the majestic momentum, I saw the man's body tremble fiercely, and the swooping force was so great that the ring sank a few inches, just inlaid the man's legs and feet.

Time stands still, the picture stands still, everything is still, everyone opens their mouths, maintaining a state of horror, and several old men on the stage are staring at each other and want to get out.

As soon as Murong Su's body was retracted, Qingmang retreated, and landed in mid-air, standing lightly in the ring.

Click, a broken sound, poof, and then a mouthful of thick fish squirted out of the man's mouth, because his feet were embedded in the ring, so as not to fall directly, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that this person was not lightly injured, but he was afraid of internal damage.

Wow!

After a moment of silence, the scene was in an uproar, deeply shocked by Murong Su's terrifying blow, but more people were talking and opposing.

Cruel, Murong Su's move gave people a shocking impression and a cruel impression at the same time, and many people clamored for her to be disqualified.

Murong Su stood on the stage and looked at the audience coldly, is it cruel?

kicked out, and the man who was originally standing in the ring with a lot of injuries was kicked out directly, and his body showed an arc in mid-air, falling towards the most noisy piece.

Boom, there was a loud bang, everyone's hearts trembled, their hearts were cold, and they collectively mourned for that brother.

Su Mo and the others frowned, their eyes were worried, although it was very cool to watch Brother Xu kick people, but this price was not what they wanted to see.

"Presumptuous, this is a game, how can you be so arrogant!" One of the several old men was finally unhappy, and scolded Murong Su with a calm face.

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