Feeling the hint of death emanating from the spell blade cast by Murong Sen, Yuwen Changsheng's mind suddenly tingled.

King Jundariming was his last resort, but now he was easily broken through by the other party.

At this time, Yuwen Changsheng began to think, what was wrong with him giving up for the person he liked?

He began to question why fate had treated him so unjustly.

With Murong Sen's curse blade already less than half an arm's length away from him, Yuwen Changsheng's eyes flickered, and vaguely through the phantom of the statue of King Juntuli, he saw in the distance, Yuwen Ling'er was already like a tearful person, and wanted to step forward, but was stopped by a group of people from the Yuwen clan.

"My strength is still too weak, with the strength that I have just condensed the soul seed for, I dare to challenge the opponent of the psychic realm, I'm afraid that in the eyes of everyone at this time, I'm just a joke."

Yuwen Changsheng was helpless and laughed at himself in his heart, after all, even he couldn't figure out where he got the courage to dare to argue with the entire Murong clan without any background support.

I'm afraid that is the righteousness and indomitable spirit that people only have when they are young.

Just as Yuwen Changsheng's thoughts were turning, suddenly, a strange voice came to his mind from his heart.

After carefully understanding the meaning of the mysterious voice, Yuwen Changsheng had doubts in his heart, and his brows furrowed.

At this time, Murong Sen and Yuwen Changsheng were both wrapped in the six arms of the Divine Statue Phantom, and the rest of the people could not see what was happening very clearly under the hazy moonlight, and they could only see the distance between the two figures, which were getting closer and closer under Murong Sen's attack.

And when Murong Sen broke through the three palms on one side of the Statue of the Void, most of the people watching the battle subconsciously gasped, as if they had realized the defeat of Yuwen Changsheng.

Under the gaze of the audience, what should have come was not able to escape after all, Yuwen Changsheng still did not escape Murong Sen's assault until the end, Murong Sen stabbed Yuwen Changsheng fiercely with a powerful spell blade.

Bite!

Suddenly, just as everyone saw Murong Sen stabbing Yuwen Changsheng through the hazy figure in the phantom shadow of the god statue, a crisp and piercing metallic sound suddenly came out at the moment when the two met.

The sound spread, and some people covered their ears with their hands because they couldn't stand the tingling sensation of their eardrums.

And with the harsh sound coming out, I saw Yuwen Changsheng at the same time, and was knocked out after falling, breaking through the three palms on the other side of the idol phantom, like a kite with a line off the line in the wind, uncontrollably hitting the thick stone pillars, until it broke through to the periphery of the square, and then fell to the ground in embarrassment, spitting blood.

Yuwen Changsheng rolled a few times with the inertia of the force, lying on the ground, at this time, the direction of up and down, left and right, it was difficult to distinguish, under the cover of billowing smoke and dust, it was like a residual lamp in the wind.

At this time, the phantom of King Jun Tuli Ming, as Yuwen Changsheng's consciousness began to blur, the degree of solidification of his body also began to weaken a little, which was a sign that Yuwen Changsheng's soul power could no longer continue to maintain the existence of his god image phantom.

"What the hell is that kid holding in your hand?"

In the square, Murong Sen was slightly stunned after knocking Yuwen Changsheng away.

Because a moment before he hit Yuwen Changsheng just now, Yuwen Changsheng suddenly took out a black stick about two feet long from the Qiankun bag, clenched it with his right hand, and pressed his left forearm against the other end, so he forcibly blocked Murong Sen's spell blade stabbing blow, and the piercing metal sound came from it.

"My curse blade struck and couldn't pierce the black club."

Looking at Yuwen Changsheng, who fell to the ground in the distance, but still held the black stick tightly, Murong Sen's body moved, and the smoke and dust under his feet flickered, and he already appeared above Yuwen Changsheng.

Murong Sen lifted his foot, and his heel fell down fiercely, aiming directly at Yuwen Changsheng's head.

Feeling Murong Sen's killing intent, Yuwen Changsheng's eyes were almost difficult to open, and he could only rely on instinct and intuition to control the phantom of the statue of the King of the Ming Dynasty, which had already disappeared at any time, to quickly return to protection.

Flipping his body hard, the black stick blocked sideways, Yuwen Changsheng originally wanted to use the phantom of the statue of King Jun Tuli, coupled with the black stick in his hand, at least he could resist most of the power of Murong Sen's blow.

But Yuwen Changsheng never thought that the soul power in his soul consciousness was already unsustainable, and when the god statue was approaching, the soul power was exhausted, and the king of Juntu Li Ming drifted away like smoke.

Losing the phantom of the statue of the Juntuli Hades King, Yuwen Changsheng no longer has any other effective means, Murong Sen kicked the hammer down, and hit the black stick directly, Yuwen Changsheng's arms were weak, and he couldn't withstand Murong Sen's huge force to press down, the stick was close to his body, and was directly and forcefully beaten into the ground by Murong Sen, and as a wave of strength spread, a huge pit appeared under his body, and the whole person was deeply trapped in it.

After the blow, Murong Sen didn't have any buffer, as a seasoned spell master, he could deeply understand that any mercy or hesitation had the opportunity to drag him into a place of no return.

After beating Yuwen Changsheng into the deep ground, Murong Sen grabbed Yuwen Changsheng's face with one hand and pulled it out of the pit, regardless of whether Yuwen Changsheng was dead or alive at this time, or whether he was still conscious, his footsteps were unleashed, his right hand was wrapped around the surging mana, and he took Yuwen Changsheng with him, and grabbed Yuwen Changsheng's head against all the stone pillars, stone walls, stone arts and other hard things in the central square of the bazaar.

The tragedy of the scene made some onlookers unbearable to see it again and left one after another.

And the people who remained on the periphery of the square were some talking about the cruelty of Murong Sen's methods, and some were talking about the stupidity of Yuwen Changsheng being the enemy of the Murong clan.

On the side of the Yuwen clan, Yuwen Ling'er's legs were weak at this time, and it was difficult to stand up, sitting on the ground with his side legs, Xiaohuan on the side, enduring his grief, and supporting Yuwen Ling'er's waist so that he would not fall.

"Brother Immortal, can we really only see each other in the next life? I don't think you're going to lose so easily. ”

Ling Ziyao was in one of the Ling clan's buildings, and he was paying close attention to the battle situation in the square, but as the battle progressed, Ling Ziyao's two lines of sword eyebrows were gradually wrinkled.

"Mu Lao."

Mr. Huan saw that Yuwen Changsheng was already in such a miserable situation, but Mu Lao still had no intention of coming to the rescue, and couldn't bear to speak.

"Wait a minute, the things in the hands of that kid just now make me a little concerned, I want to see completely clearly, whether this is called Yuwen Changsheng's hole cards, to cooperate with us, to know the other party, this is a big premise."

"But Elder Mu, right now, this Yuwen Changsheng may be killed by Murong Sen at any time, and at that time, then we can only find someone else, but right now, there are not many candidates."

Hearing this, Mu Lao didn't reply again.

At this time, the square was already a mess, and there was no intact place.

Seeing that there was nothing to borrow, Murong Sen held up Yuwen Changsheng, who was already like a bloody man, standing in the middle of the central square, clenching his left hand into a fist, and punching Yuwen Changsheng's jaw, knocking it into the air, and then jumped up, waved his arm, and hit Yuwen Changsheng's abdomen again, knocking it to the ground.

Yuwen Changsheng fell to the ground heavily, the gravel splashed, and the reaction force made it float slightly, in this gap, Murong Sen had already returned to the ground, facing Yuwen Changsheng who was half-floating, his right foot was wrapped with mana, and with a whip kick kick at will, Yuwen Changsheng was kicked to the edge of the square.

And when Yuwen Changsheng was about to land again, Murong Sen's body flashed, and another whip kick kicked out, allowing Yuwen Changsheng to keep it on the ground without falling to the ground, constantly hitting Yuwen Changsheng back and forth and flying, as if treating Yuwen Changsheng as a leather ball sandbag.

The moonlight in the sky has turned from slowly rising to slowly falling.

I don't know how long it took, Murong Sen had already begun to have some signs of wheezing, after the next blow, Yuwen Changsheng finally rolled to the ground after many blows back and forth, but at this time, Yuwen Changsheng seemed to have lost any consciousness, but the right hand that was holding the stick in the grip never let go.

After a few thick snorts, Murong Sen already had a little sweat on his forehead, although the battle situation has always been one-sided, but the continuous mana output, even if it is as strong as Murong Sen's cultivation realm in the middle of the psychic realm, it is not an easy task.

Approaching Yuwen Changsheng, Murong Sen glanced at it indifferently, snorted lightly, grabbed Yuwen Changsheng's collar casually, lifted it high, and immediately said loudly:

"Everyone in Yunxuan Town is optimistic about me, this is the fate of being an enemy of my Murong clan!"

Murong Sen's voice was strong and powerful, and it could be heard clearly even in the distance on the outskirts of the square.

Yuwen Changsheng, who was caught, had a soft and weak neck, his head fell backwards, and in Murong Sen's hands, it was like a thing to be played with, and he was displayed to the public without a trace of dignity.

I don't know if it was his own initiative, or if his right arm suddenly had its own consciousness, after being grabbed by Murong Sen's collar and turned around, Yuwen Changsheng's right hand began to tremble and slowly rise, holding a black stick, under the gaze of everyone, and Murong Sen's disbelief and slightly angry gaze, he gently tapped Murong Sen's forehead, and then hung down weakly, and then did not move.

The sudden funny scene was unexpected for everyone in the audience, and when they reacted, they burst into laughter.

"You kid, look for death!"

Murong Sen's face twitched slightly, with his identity and status in Yunxuan Town, no one had ever dared to make such a joke with him in such a large public.

With a fierce press of his right hand, Murong Sen pressed Yuwen Changsheng on the gravel on the ground, and then jumped backwards and jumped to the far edge of the square, and then the mana power around his body began to surge wildly, and his hands pinched the trick, and a giant seal of mana power had been formed from Yuwen Changsheng's head.

"Oh? Dealing with this kid actually took out one of Murong Clan's housekeeping skills, it seems that this old guy is annoyed and angry. ”

"Originally, I thought that this Yuwen Changsheng could hold on a little longer, but I never thought that this was already preparing to disappear."

"Hmm! Eh, isn't it over yet, I've been asleep for a long time, if I hadn't heard that there was a good show tonight, I wouldn't have come to this bazaar to stay up late, this place is smelly and dirty. ”

In the elegant pavilion of the first courtyard of the bazaar, in a luxuriously decorated room, there are several figures sitting next to each other at this time, or half lying, or half leaning, and their demeanor and movements are very relaxed, although they are not people who belong to the five major forces of Yunxuan Town, but in their eyes, they are full of disdain for the Murong clan, Yuwen clan and other forces.

"Boy, the old man didn't plan to use this spell technique, because you don't deserve it at all, but right now, with your rude behavior just now, it is really necessary to use this spell technique to kill chickens and make an example of monkeys, otherwise the Murong clan will have no face to speak of in Yunxuan Town in the future."

At this time, Murong Sen's killing intent towards Yuwen Changsheng in his eyes had reached its peak.

"Brother Changsheng!"

Yuwen Ling'er felt the fluctuation of the spell technique cast by Murong Sen on Yuwen Changsheng's head, and the uneasiness in her heart had already covered her reason, and she struggled to break free from the obstruction of everyone in the Yuwen clan with her arms, and rushed towards Yuwen Changsheng under the gaze of all the onlookers in the bazaar.

"Brother Changsheng!"

Yuwen Linger's clear eyes were already moistened with tears, and it was no longer clear that Yuwen Changsheng was so seriously injured that it was difficult to identify.

Ignoring the eyes of everyone and the crisis from the head, Yuwen Ling'er gently helped Yuwen Changsheng up, leaned on his jade shoulders, wrapped his arms tightly around Yuwen Changsheng, and slightly tilted his head against Yuwen Changsheng's head, like a pair of bitter mandarin ducks, about to disappear into the world.

As if smelling the body fragrance from Yuwen Ling'er, Yuwen Changsheng's eyes moved slightly, his mouth moved a few times, and he didn't know what to say, and then took out a delicate thing from the Qiankun bag, tilted his head slightly, and put it on for Yuwen Ling'er with a trembling left hand.

This is the ghost water green gold hairpin that Yuwen Changsheng obtained before, and it was also the gift that Yuwen Changsheng said he wanted to give to Yuwen Ling'er before he was summoned by Yuwen Ling on the same day.

Looking at the ghost water green gold hairpin that Yuwen Changsheng put on for himself, Yuwen Ling'er was already in tears, crying silently.

"Humph! Let's die together! ”

Looking at Yuwen Ling'er, who was about to become his prospective daughter-in-law tonight, at this time, in full view of everyone, he actually leaned close to Yuwen Changsheng, Murong Sen only felt that his old face could no longer be hung up, his masseter muscles were raised, and with a wave of his palm, the condensed magic seal on the heads of Yuwen Changsheng and Yuwen Ling'er had already slammed down with Murong Sen's movements.

"Hey, what a wreck, boy, if I don't make a move, you and your little lover probably won't be able to see the sun tomorrow."

Suddenly, a mysterious voice suddenly reached Yuwen Changsheng's mind, making him stunned for a while.

It's just that this stunned is not because of the existence of the sound itself, but because, after Yuwen Changsheng carefully identified the sound, he found that this voice was essentially different from the mysterious voice that came from the heart in the past, not only the words were clear, but also the wording was more anthropomorphic.

But the most important thing is that after Yuwen Changsheng traced the source of the sound for a while, he found that this sound actually came from the immortal lock.