Passing through the passage made way by the dense crowd, Yuwen Changsheng had already arrived at the square in the middle of the bazaar, which did not belong to any faction, and it was the best place to resolve the conflict with the Murong clan here.

Standing at the edge of the square, opposite Yuwen Changsheng, at this time, there was a crowd of people standing in black pressure, these people were neatly dressed, and at first glance they knew that they were people from the same force.

"There are a lot of people coming."

In front of everyone, Murong Sen and Murong Bai and other leaders had already let Yuwen Changsheng know that the people on the opposite side were the clan guards prepared for themselves by the Murong clan tonight.

At this time, Yuwen Ling'er and Xiaohuan had already taken Xiaolan and came to the Yuwen clan's sphere of influence according to Yuwen Changsheng's orders.

The crowd watching from the outside of the square, whether it was ordinary people or major forces, stood far away, for fear that when the time came for the next war, innocent people would be harmed.

"I said Brother Changsheng, what kind of tendon did you draw, you actually thought about dealing with the entire Murong clan alone, hey, I am really speechless."

In the distance, Ling Ziyao watched Yuwen Changsheng slowly walk into the central square, feeling a little helpless in his heart.

"Elder Mu, if something happens later, will we make a move?"

In the bazaar, on the dark seat of the first floor pavilion, Mr. Huan nervously paid attention to the situation on the field.

"It looks like it's been a long time since we've been to the bazaar."

Taking a sip of tea, Mu Lao said lightly.

"Elder Mu, we really haven't been here for a long time, and there is no need to come, the grade of the bazaar and the trading object are simply different from our Tianbao Pavilion."

After Mr. Huan replied, Mr. Mu had closed his eyes and did not respond, seeing this, Mr. Huan asked again:

"Elder Mu, that Yuwen Changsheng..."

"The antecedent of this incident was provoked by himself, and he doesn't look stupid, he should have some unknown means, but if he wants to challenge the Murong clan alone, his heart is really big enough, and now the predicament he has created himself, if he can't go through it alone, then we don't need to consider him anymore on 'that matter'."

After speaking, Mu Lao said no more.

"Understood."

Hearing what Mu Lao said, Mr. Huan turned around and silently watched all the actions in the central square.

As the only person in the audience who knew the foundation of Yuwen Changsheng at the beginning, Mr. Huan was also very curious about what hole cards Yuwen Changsheng had to dare to fight the entire Murong clan alone.

Central Plaza.

Watching Yuwen Changsheng gradually get closer, Murong Bai's smile gradually became gloomy, and his eyes could no longer hide the idea of wanting to kill Yuwen Changsheng.

"Yuwen Changsheng, tonight I respect you as a man, you really dare to go to battle alone, if you can't leave your whole body later, I..."

"Murong Bai, what nonsense are you talking about, the matter has come to this point, let's do it directly, can you be refreshing?"

Seeing that Murong Bai was still chattering, Yuwen Changsheng looked impatient.

Hearing this, Murong Bai's face twitched slightly, then he gritted his teeth with hatred, shouted, and led a group of Murong clan guards, the magic power was fully exerted, and he jumped into the air, and under the moonlight, the Dao figure, like a dense bat, rushed straight to Yuwen Changsheng.

The Murong clan was on the ground, leaving only Murong Sen standing alone, without any emotional fluctuations on his face, indifferently looking at everything that was happening in front of him.

Looking at the offensive of the Murong clan, Yuwen Changsheng knew that at this moment, his body was no longer enough to support him to fight against Yuwen Bingyi like just now, he took a deep breath, his right foot suddenly stepped away, his body was half-sinking, and his right hand took out a mantra talisman from the Qiankun bag, threw it into the air, and his right hand pinched the magic trick, and then put his hands together.

"Come out, King Jundili!"

There was a silent groan in his heart, and then a strange soul power fluctuated, which instantly spread from Yuwen Changsheng's body.

"Huh!?"

In the distance, Mu Lao reacted to this force instantly.

"What kind of soul power fluctuation is this? It's unsettling. ”

At the moment when Mu Lao reacted, behind Yuwen Changsheng, he saw the space gradually distorted, and then, a phantom image of a god with six arms suddenly appeared from the distorted space.

"At this time, my physical body is no longer suitable for melee, so I can only show this last hole card."

Seeing the phantom of the statue of King Juntuli Ming appear, Yuwen Changsheng gasped slightly, the soul power that he had just replenished was almost exhausted at the same time as summoning King Juntuli Ming.

Murong Bai and the others, when they saw the Divine Idol Phantom behind Yuwen Changsheng appear, their pupils constricted, even if they were not soul power cultivators, they could rely on their biological instincts to perceive the dangerous taste of this Divine Idol Phantom.

On the periphery of the square, all the onlookers were already in an uproar when they saw King Jundali Ming, for them, this was an unheard of mantra.

"I didn't expect Brother Changsheng to have this kind of hole card."

Yuwen Ling'er looked at Yuwen Changsheng, who was still calm, and the original worry in her heart was also put down a little at this moment.

"Come on, King Jundariming."

The thoughts in his heart turned, and King Jundi Li Ming was already according to all the Murong clan people within Yuwen Changsheng's reach, raising his six arms and roaring up.

"Ahh

"Ahh

All the people of the Murong clan who jumped into the air, in the case of nowhere to borrow their strength in mid-air, were all waved by the King of Juntuli Ming, and a few were knocked away with one punch, and before they could get close enough to Yuwen Changsheng, they were already blown to the ground.

As the first round of the offensive, Murong Bai, who was the strongest, was not immune to being blown away, but compared to others, Murong Bai's mana defense was deeper, and when he landed, he would not roll down, but could stabilize his body.

Seeing that the attack worked, Yuwen Changsheng's thoughts turned again, only to see King Jundi Li Ming jump up, fall to the place where the Murong clan and others fell to the ground, pick up six fists, and frantically beat the Murong clan people on the ground, raising puffs of smoke and dust.

As a result of the vibration, everyone on the periphery of the square had to find a support point and hold it tightly, so as not to be shaken and their legs unstable.

In the square, there was already a succession of wailings, but they soon stopped abruptly, because the wailing person had not been able to scream a few more times, and had closed his mouth forever.

Seeing that the guards in his clan who could still move were rapidly decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, Murong Bai immediately moved quickly under his feet, dodging the attack of King Juntuli Ming, and came out of the dead end, exerting force under his feet, and a vertical body was already quickly approaching Yuwen Changsheng.

"Humph!"

Seeing Murong Bai bypassing King Juntuli Ming, thinking that he would be able to launch an attack on himself, Yuwen Changsheng couldn't help but sneer.

I saw Yuwen Changsheng's eyes move slightly, and the huge body of King Jun Li Ming was able to quickly return to Yuwen Changsheng's body at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to reach, and kicked at the oncoming Murong Bai.

Murong Bai was completely unprepared for the sudden appearance of the King of Jundili Ming in front of him, after all, he had never thought that this mysterious phantom could move at such a speed while it was so huge.

Murong Bai couldn't react for a while, and he was already connected to the whip leg swept by King Juntuli Ming, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person fell towards Murong Sen like an upside-down kite.

Murong Sen is quite aware of Murong Bai's strength, and right now, even if Murong Bai can't react for a while, he is kicked away by the mysterious phantom whip leg, but as usual, he will not be kicked to vomit blood, right now, it can only be shown that the true strength of this god idol phantom has exceeded the expectations of everyone present.

"This son, I really have to get rid of it!"

The mana of his arm was entangled, and Murong Sen caught the falling Murong Bai and let him fall to the ground steadily.

"Daddy, kid..."

Without saying a few words, Murong Bai spit out another mouthful of blood, the current grievances really made him unbearable, he never thought that just a whip leg would have such power.

Murong Bai couldn't figure out why Yuwen Changsheng had so many secrets in him anyway.

"Stand down, this kid's bottom line, I'm afraid there is a world difference between it and the rumors, so let the old man get to know him well."

Murong Sen carried his hands behind his back and walked forward slowly, although the sleeves and corners of his clothes were moving without wind, and the sound of hunting and hunting was a sign that the mana fluctuations were spreading wildly, but for some reason, everyone present could not feel the mana pressure from Murong Sen.

"I'm afraid this person's mana control has reached an extremely terrifying level."

Looking at Murong Sen who was gradually approaching, Yuwen Changsheng clenched his fists tightly, facing such an opponent, Yuwen Changsheng did not dare to relax in the slightest.

"According to rumors, this Murong Sen is the strength of the middle stage of the Psychic Realm, which is even higher than the cultivation of the Yuwen Patriarch, wonderful, really wonderful..."

Looking at the person in front of him, with a cultivation realm that is still out of his reach, Yuwen Changsheng's hands unconsciously continued to tremble, but this was not because he was afraid, but because he was too excited to help himself.

"Boy, in this Yunxuan Town, there are not many people who can let the old man take action directly, and it is your life's honor that you can die at the hands of the old man today."

Not far away, Murong Sen stood steadily, as if he was a stone statue that could not be knocked down, and the eyes revealed in his eyes were full of disdain for Yuwen Changsheng.

"Brother Changsheng..."

Seeing that Murong Sen finally made a move, Yuwen Ling'er outside the court clutched her dress, her eyes were slightly wrinkled, and her face was full of worry, after all, this is an opponent whose strength is stronger than her own father, whether Yuwen Changsheng can resist it is completely unknown, even if Yuwen Changsheng has shown all kinds of unexpected hole cards and means tonight.

Seeing that Murong Sen didn't mean to make the first move, Yuwen Changsheng didn't procrastinate, and as soon as his mind moved, King Juntuli Ming had already raised his fist forward, after all, he had been maintaining the phantom of the statue of King Juntuli Ming, which would have been consuming the soul power in Yuwen Changsheng's soul consciousness, so tonight's battle with Murong Clan must be resolved quickly.

Murong Sen looked at the Idol Phantom Attack in front of him, his expression moved slightly, and he raised his hand a few times quickly, and he received all the six fist attacks of the Idol Phantom, and he also counterattacked the strength, and also made King Junli Ming take a few steps back.

"Hmph, that's not it!"

Murong Sen snorted lightly, there was no longer any hidden mana in his body, his whole body was clothed and his hair was windless, and his hands were swinging back and forth, and he was already full of luck.

"Descend the Magic Palm!"

As Murong Sen shouted, he saw that his single palm was pushed out, and immediately a golden handprint condensed by mana had already formed in front of him, suddenly bombarding the phantom of the idol, and as the offensive approached, the golden handprint was gradually enlarged.

When attacking the Idol Phantom, its handprint is larger than the Idol Phantom's body.

Seeing this, Yuwen Changsheng immediately controlled the King of Jun Tuli Ming to hold his body with six hands, defending against Murong Sen's offensive.

But Murong Sen didn't leave any chance for Yuwen Changsheng to breathe, and after the first palm was struck, the second palm was struck out without interruption, followed by the third palm.

The continuous spell attacks made King Jundali Ming retreat step by step, and in addition, the connection between Yuwen Changsheng and King Jundali Ming, every time the golden handprint hit King Jundali Ming, Yuwen Changsheng could clearly feel the vibration feedback transmitted from King Jundali Ming.

After a long time, Yuwen Changsheng only felt that his spirit began to appear in a trance.

"Damn!"

Yuwen Changsheng half-supported his forehead, his eyes were slightly heavy, this opponent in the middle of the psychic realm was too reluctant for Yuwen Changsheng at this time.

"Can't be delayed! King Junduri, give it to me! ”

His mind turned, and King Jundi Li Ming immediately followed Yuwen Changsheng's instructions, moved his footsteps, and forcibly launched an attack against the golden handprint.

"I really don't know if I live or die."

Looking at the advancing King of Junli Ming, suddenly, Murong Sen actually retracted his offensive in an instant, and his body moved, and he had come to the vicinity of Yuwen Changsheng in an instant.

Looking at Murong Sen, who suddenly appeared not far from him, Yuwen Changsheng only reacted at this time, it turned out that this Murong Sen was waiting to keep King Jundali Ming away from him, so that he could sneak attack and succeed, and not be protected by King Jundali Ming.

Yuwen Changsheng's pupils constricted, his thoughts turned sharply, and taking advantage of the fact that there was still a short distance between him and Murong Sen, he controlled the King of Jundi Li Ming to quickly retreat to protect himself.

"Want to defend?"

Murong Sen smiled disdainfully.

"Spell Yuan Breaking Demon Thorn!"

Murong Sen's five fingers were put together, forming a blade form, and the strong magic power was wrapped around it, forming a colorful light spell blade, exerting force under his feet, bringing up the cold wind around his body, and stabbing at Yuwen Changsheng fiercely under the gaze of the audience.

Seeing that it was difficult to catch up with King Juntuli's footsteps, Yuwen Changsheng immediately manipulated the phantom of the god statue and made it fall forward, with six arms tightly wrapped around him.

But before King Juntuli Ming could completely defend himself, Murong Sen's offensive had arrived.

The curse blade stabbed straight into the palm of King Juntari's hand, which was completely defenseless, and was pierced in an instant, followed by the second palm and the third palm.

At this time, Murong Sen's curse blade attack had already come to a distance of less than an arm's length in front of Yuwen Changsheng.

"In the next life, be a man, boy."

Murong Sen's eyes were gloomy, and with endless killing intent, he stabbed at Yuwen Changsheng's forehead.