The scene was extremely chaotic, and the people were worried about Mouyce, after all, if Moore took over the castle lord's seat, there would be great disaster.

Gathering all the magic of his body, Moore pressed towards Muyce step by step, the raised eyebrows and the dark eyes were combined, with a huge murderous aura.

"Is he trying to kill me? Is it just like that, Lord Judge, save me, save me!" Muys no longer had the strength to speak at the moment, and could only quietly watch Moore approach him step by step.

The toxin in his body has spread all over his body, and Muis's limp body has fallen to the ground, this toxin is not fatal, it can only paralyze the nerves for a short time, unable to move, and make people drain all their magic.

This kind of torture is a shame for a magician, a great shame, a mage who has lost his magic is as fragile as an ordinary person, without the slightest ability to resist.

A powerful murderous aura approached Muys little by little, and the scorching air, like magma, had a pungent smell.

"Die!" exclaimed Moore.

Powerful magic suddenly burst out from his body again, and his eyes with deep hatred and hatred stared at Muyce like jackals.

Leaping into the air, it flew several meters high, and rushed straight down with huge magic fluctuations, rolling up a cloud of dust.

"Judge, sir!, he's fouled!, he's fouled!" shouted loudly.

This kind of huge magic is clearly intended to kill Muys, there is nothing to speak of, everyone present can see the momentum, and kill to the end.

"Moore, stop! Hugh is rude!" exclaimed Lord Judge.

However, even if Moore heard this, he still didn't have any intention of giving up, and the magic still didn't diminish at all, and he rushed towards Muyce violently, and the magic attacked people, and the heavens and the earth were full of desolation and murder.

The Judge had already seen his killing intent, so how could he let him succeed.

"Whoosh~" The judge mage took advantage of the situation and rose into the air.

Although the number of people has exceeded 100, there is no trace of the weakening of magic, and it is still the same style as it was back then, and the fluctuating breath has rolled up the dust.

In this small space, the Inquisitor waved his arms in the air, and a wave of pure energy rose up, that kind of energy was penetrating to the heart, and the white aura was free of impurities, emitting a dazzling white light, like the bright moonlight, shining.

With a strong fighting spirit on his body, he quickly rushed to Muyce, who was under his eyes.

The sound of breaking the sky instantly burst into the sky, turning into a flexible and sharp black shadow, and the poisonous snake slashed at her, the black shadow was only a dark one at first, and in a moment, it had turned into a trillion, everywhere, and firmly wrapped Mouyce in the middle.

I only heard the judge shouting, "Be careful!"

Muyce was shocked when he heard this, but at this time he did not have the strength to move his body, let alone cast a spell with luck.

The inquisitor took the lead in protecting Muyce, and then a cloud of white light came from the bottom of his sleeve, and countless light blades came out of his cuffs, drawing out a path of white light, and at the same time towards the most prosperous place of Muer, the white light blade and Muer's powerful fighting qi were entangled in the air, and the moment the white light touched, it was suddenly extinguished.

In an instant, an incomparably powerful force spread out from the middle of the martial platform, and a shock wave like a blade split the air.

The two magical fighting qi of different powers came into contact with each other, and Moor's hair was a little messy under the huge fluctuating aura, which made him even more hideous and terrifying under Moor's murderous aura.

At this moment, this blow made the judge mage save the day, and just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Moore launched an attack again.

"You all have to die, all of you! The City of Light belongs only to the strongest. "Moore was mentally split, completely devoid of his own reason.

Mul's suddenly changed face, looking so embarrassed, urging the magic on his body to rush towards the judge mage again, at this moment the magic on his body clearly turned into blood red, as if furious, a beam of red light flew out of the ground, this kind of power is the judgment mage is shocked back two steps.

The boundless murderous aura swept over, extremely condensed around them, and swept into a whirlpool like a violent wind! The Judgment Mage who was at the center of the storm was radiating a fierce aura throughout his entire body!

"Now!" Moore shouted.

The man who had been waiting in the audience for a long time, after hearing the order, flew out of his cuff again two silver needles, and quickly pierced the judge mage on the stage, at this moment the judge mage focused all his attention on Moore's body, how could he find this small silver needle.

At the moment when the silver needle passed through his body, the judge mage's face changed suddenly, he could clearly feel that the magic in his body was constantly draining, and he wanted to use his will to block it, but the more he urged the magic in his body, the faster the loss of feeling.

Muyce, who was on the side, clearly felt everything from the judge mage, and he knew that the judge mage at this moment had fallen for Moore's plan, and that kind of unscrupulous style could only be done by Moor.

"Mu ...... Moore ...... You ......"

Because of the rapid loss of mana, the inquisitor has begun to feel that his mouth is not listening, and he wants to scream loudly, but he is weak to say it.

"Haha, this is what happened to you, I said it a long time ago, victory will always be mine, forever!" Moore laughed miserably.

"Moore, you...... You can't do this, so that no one will really obey you, and you will only make more people hate you, get tired of you, let go of jealousy, and you are still a good boy. ”

The Inquisitor tried to convince Moore, but he had been corrupted by greed, how could he let go so easily.

"It's too late to say anything, old man!," Moore said coldly.

Moore used his right arm with a strong fighting spirit to punch the judge mage's chest, and the judge mage, who did not resist at all, was pushed away by this force for several meters, he could clearly feel the breaking sound of every bone in his chest, the internal organs rolled together, an unprecedented pain rushed in, a burst of blood spurted from his mouth, swaying in the air, and the blood mist slowly drifted down, wetting Muyce's cheeks.

Muys looked at everything in front of him, and couldn't believe it at all, since Muer had killed the city lord with his own hands, because he couldn't make a sound, he could only hold the pain in his heart, his neck kept twitching, and the whimpering sound was squeezed out little by little from the blocked throat, and the full tears had accumulated in his eyes, as if they would slip down in the next second.

"Old immortal thing, I've been waiting for today for a long time. Moore snorted hatefully at the inquisitor in the distance.

There was a big hole in the chest of the judge mage, it turned out that under the blow just now, Moore had already pierced him hard, and a huge round hole was cracked in the chest, white and white, and slowly, blood poured out of the wound, and then, the blood suddenly surged, gushing out, like bursting!

One ......

One ......

One ......

Along the wrists, chest, legs......

Blood droplets drip on the warm water......

Like a bloom in a black nightmare...... Blood-red flowers......

"Mu ...... Moore ...... Life...... Present...... You...... You don't want to die well...... Light...... Bright City...... Be...... Yes, it is impossible to fall into your hands. ”

The life of the Inquisitor was coming to an end, and death was in his weak tone.

He could clearly feel the boundless coldness in his body, the cold that he was desperately drilling into, as if it was cold to the bones. Every bone seemed to be frozen to a crisp. Every time I move, it's like the pain of broken bones, the pain of drilling into the heart, the cold of the cold, the cold to the bones.

After a while, it turned into a sudden and severe pain, and what was even more terrifying was that she couldn't move her hands and feet, and the severe pain seemed to crush her and break her, no matter where it hurt. Every minute, every second is incomparably long. He had never felt like this, the Grim Reaper was coming at him step by step, torturing the spirit, torturing the body, and he was only willing to die quickly now, rather than suffer such pain.

"Haha, you old immortal thing, you are still stubborn when you are dying!" Moore sneered.

As he spoke, he turned into a red light, and once again struck a blow to the judge mage, and the blood was sprinkled wildly, staining the entire venue red, and everyone in the audience fled in all directions in a panic, and the chaos of the scene was no longer able to resist.

"Ahh

With the final wail of the Inquisitor, Moore ended his life. The old body fell to the ground like a skeleton, weak and a puddle of mud.

Muyce really watched the Inquisitor being ruthlessly tortured and killed by Moore, but he was powerless, he hated himself, and he hated Moore even more.

From this moment, his feelings for Moore completely changed, the elder brother who lived together, they were so innocent and happy when they were children, and as time went by, everything changed, and they became very strange, even more vicious than demons, more terrifying than demons.