Zhuo Wen still sat on the throne, at the moment when the blood spear came to his eyebrows.
His eyebrows burst out a golden awn, and a spirit sword suddenly swept out and cut on the blood spear.
Bang!
The powerful force exploded, and the blood spear was directly blasted and thrown upward. The powerful force spread, and the whole roof of the main hall was completely broken.
"What? This guy..."
Murong Fugue, who had followed the blood spear and was ready to attack at any time, was stunned when he saw the blood spear flying, but his body fell into Zhuo Wen''s side because of inertia.
Zhuo Wen was expressionless and hit Murong Fugue''s face directly.
Bang!
The power of terror spread like ripples. Murong Fugue''s right face was directly deformed, his face bones were broken, and he hit the ground at Zhuo Wen''s feet.
Fanshuang and the ten sword guards were stunned to find that Murong Fugue''s head was directly stuffed into the ground, leaving only his body outside.
Zhuo Wen was still sitting on the main position, and his right foot stepped on Murong Fugue''s back impolitely.
Murong Fugue, who had been struggling, was directly trampled on the ground by this foot, and his head underground made a sound similar to sobbing.
"Childe!"
When the two beautiful girls saw Murong Fugue fall head down on the ground, they shouted angrily.
The man in black is about to rush to Zhuo Wen.
"Do you want your son to die?"
When Zhuo Wen saw the man in black, he rushed over, flat and light.
The man in black robe, who was originally angry, stopped immediately after hearing this sentence, and he also recovered his calm.
"You''re really brave. You know we''re from Murong aristocratic family and dare to attack my childe! You''re looking for your own death!" the man in Black said in a low voice.
At the same time, the man in black looked at Zhuo Wen with fear.
This person can easily hit the flying blood spear, which proves that his strength has changed.
But the black robed man wondered why Zhuo Wen''s breath was just the peak of fetal God?
I''m afraid I''ve hidden my accomplishments.
Zhuo Wen saw the black robed man stop and slowly took Murong Fugue under his feet and held it up.
Murong Fugue''s right face was swollen, his face became distorted and his speech was a little unclear.
It seems that Zhuo Wen''s punch is not light!
When fanshuang and the ten sword guards saw Murong Fugue''s miserable appearance, the corners of their mouths could not help twitching.
This is the lineage of Murong aristocratic family. Zhuo Wen still attacked it. How big is his heart.
"Bastard! You..."
As soon as Murong Fugue was put forward, he saw Zhuo Wen and roared angrily, but his words were vague and unclear.
Pop!
Murong Fugue just spoke and Zhuo Wen slapped him directly.
"You..."
Murong Fugue was beaten and wanted to speak again. Zhuo Wen''s backhand was another slap.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
……
In this way, Zhuo Wen gave Murong Fugue more than ten slaps under the stunned gaze of the people. The sound of the slap was too clear.
The black robed man''s fists creaked, but he didn''t dare to rush up. After all, Murong Fugue is now in Zhuo Wen''s hands. If he rushed up, the latter would kill Murong Fugue directly, then he would be responsible.
"Now you can talk! Come on, what did you want to say?"
Zhuo Wen casually picked up Murong Fugue, leaned close to his face and grinned.
Murong Fugue was about to cry. Now his head was dizzy and his face was in severe pain.
Zhuo Wen''s palm is not ordinary palm power, but based on broken divine power. The power is absolutely terrible. Murong Fugue is about to be killed.
"It''s my fault. I shouldn''t be your master! Now you beat me, let me go!" Murong Fugue sobbed.
Everyone in the main hall was quiet. They didn''t expect that Murong Fugue was beaten and begged for mercy.
"I said, strong dragons don''t oppress local snakes! Since I''m the Lord of Yunjin leader, I''m the rules of this territory! Even if you''re from Murong aristocratic family, you should follow my rules when you come to my territory!"
"If you weren''t from Murong aristocratic family, I would have killed you just now. Where can you be arrogant in front of me!"
Zhuo Wen''s voice was flat, but his words were extremely arrogant.
"Now you can tell me why you came to my Lord''s house? As long as I Zhuo Wen can do it, I will try my best to help you!" Zhuo Wen grinned with a bright smile.
Murong Fugue trembled when he saw Zhuo Wen''s smile. He felt a chill all over his body and ran straight to his head.
This guy is really evil. His cultivation is not high. How can he have such strong strength?
"Bastard, today I will tear down your Lord''s house and make you die ugly!"
The man in black couldn''t help it any longer. A strong breath burst out, and a terrible killing intention burst out of his eyes.
When Zhuo Wen beat Murong Fugue violently, he had sentenced Zhuo Wen to death in his heart.
"Deqi, beat him half to death! Remember, don''t kill him completely. Catch him. I''ll torture him myself. I''ll make his life worse than death!"
Murong Fugue''s eyes were resentful. Although he didn''t speak very clearly now, the man in black still heard clearly.
Two beautiful girls hurriedly came to Murong Fugue, held him and booed Murong fugue.
"Oh? Are you here to make trouble?"
Zhuo Wen''s eyes were cold and turned to fan Shuang, ten sword guards and other humanitarians: "go out first. The farther away from Gujian villa, the better!"
Fanshuang, shijianwei and others quickly nodded, and immediately left the main hall with the friars and fled outside the villa.
"It''s over. Brother Zhuo beat Murong Fugue violently. I''m afraid it''s hard to do well!"
Lu Miao''s beautiful eyes were full of worry.
Road pharmacist hurriedly comforted, saying that auspicious man has his own nature, but his eyes are also worried. Obviously, he doesn''t have much confidence in Zhuo Wen.
"Lord Zhuo is too impulsive! The virtuous rider beside Murong Fugue is a strong man who steps on the sky and becomes the top. Even if Lord Zhuo is really strong, he may not be the opponent of that virtuous Rider!"
Fan Shuang has a headache. She didn''t expect that Zhuo Wen''s attitude was so tough.
When Zhuo Wen faced Lu Yi''s biography, her attitude was so tough that she could understand. After all, Zhuo Wen''s strength and status were already above Lu Yi''s biography.
What kind of trouble can Lu Yichuan make again?
But this time, he is one of the four aristocratic families of Jizhou animal husbandry, which is far more powerful than Yunjin leader.
Zhuo Wen is so tough. Where did he come from.
"Miss fanshuang, Lord Zhuo is not a fool. He did it for both of them! Murong Fugue wants to catch them, but they are old friends of Lord Zhuo!"
"With Murong Fugue''s arrogant attitude, he will certainly not sell Lord Zhuo''s face and let his friends go! He will even advance an inch and make Lord Zhuo apologize!"
"Since the two will conflict after all, Lord Zhuo would rather fight each other directly than compromise!"
Yijian looked serious. He looked towards the villa and his eyes were full of respect.
Fan Shuang was stunned. She lowered her head and was a little ashamed. She was too shallow to see the problem. Even a sword was deeper than her.