Ye Jifeng was suddenly shocked, and hurriedly gathered his momentum and was about to turn over and hide, Ma Rulong sneered when he saw this: "Since you have encountered it, how can there be any reason to retreat!?"

Ma Rulong didn't give him any chance to dodge, and his speed and strength increased by a few points.

Bang!

The spear pulled out a semi-circular black shadow, and it hit the waist of the golden gun Ye Jifeng with a muffled sound.

At this time, Ye Jifeng's head was blank, and blood suddenly gushed out of his mouth, and then the whole person slammed on the ground, and another mouthful of blood was spilled.

Ma Rulong's face was horizontal, and he had no intention of retracting the momentum, and he jumped up two feet high with one foot and made a spear-throwing posture!

Poof!

The black spear shot through Ye Jifeng's chest like a white rainbow, and before he could close his eyes, the last glimmer of light in his eyes fell on Ma Rulong's body, face, and cruel smile, and then he tilted his head and disappeared.

This smile was also on his face, and at the last moment of his life, he suddenly remembered a sentence that people on the rivers and lakes often talked about.

When you come out to mix, you always have to pay it back.

At this time, Ma Rulong suddenly jumped up, took off the wine bowl that was still hovering in the air, and drank it all!

"Good wine! It's really good wine! The wine in Wanxing Valley is really different!" he was smiling insolently, the wine soaked his collar, he didn't drink much of this bowl of wine, but his mouth was still praising it for being a good bowl of wine.

Where is it, is it better to drink, or is it better to kill?

"Since it's good wine, then I, Li, will also come to ask for a glass!" said him, and a dark shadow appeared in the crowd.

"Coincidentally, I want to taste this wine too!" another dark shadow sprang out and followed.

"If you want wine, I'll talk about it after you win the battle!"

There was chaos in the valley all of a sudden, and the people who came to participate in the Ten Thousand Stars Forbidden Execution showed off their weapons one after another and fought each other!

The wails and curses came and went, but the only constant was the bright red blood.

Here, a man had just killed a man who had snatched the same bowl of wine as him, and before he could catch his breath, another man with a sword suddenly stabbed him in the back, and he fell headlong without even seeing the man's face, and smashed it on the corpse of the man he had killed earlier.

Swords, hammers, spears, axes, whips. One sword, one sword, one back and forth.

This piece, that piece. Ruthless people die, there are lovers in tears.