For a moment, in secret, almost everyone's eyes fell on Xuanyuan Mo Ze and Han Rong.
They also couldn't guess what the master would do with Han Rong, who was farther away. After all, he could be the master's uncle Han, which proved that he was different from them.
Even so, after he wants to kill Feng Jiu, will the master still allow him?
The atmosphere seemed to be condensed at this moment, everyone held their breath, and the atmosphere did not breathe.
And after Han Rong stood up with his badly injured body, he also looked at Xuanyuan Moze, his lips moved slightly, and he said, "Ah..."
"Hi! Ah!"
Just when he opened his mouth to say the first word, Ze Zi made a scream of inhalation before he could say it. The sound crossed the sky, rushed into the sky, and hit the eardrums of everyone, accompanied by The splash of blood in front of him deeply shocked everyone's vision and heart.
They only saw the master's hand raising, and a sharp air blade flew out, slashing Han Rong's right arm alive. The moment the arm was broken and flew out, the splashed blood was also spilled. One place, shocking...
Everyone's heart tightened. At this moment, they lowered their heads one by one, not daring to look at the master's expression again, just staring at the blood spattered on the ground and the broken arm, and after the scream, they clutched the broken arm. Han Rong, who was enduring the severe pain, looked at the unbelievable on his face, the unacceptable on his face, and a mad hatred in his eyes.
Xuanyuan Moze withdrew his hand, and stood with his hand held. His deep eyes were as deep as a pool, and his bones were icy, condescendingly looking down at Han Rong who was sitting on the ground, his cold and ruthless voice was passed from his mouth along with bloodthirsty killing intent. Out.
"My lord said that you are not allowed to touch my woman! It seems that you didn't take it seriously. The slave deceived the Lord. Do you think my lord will not kill you? Even when I see my grown up, you still don't Understand what the Lord is."
The icy eyes stared at the man who was sitting in a stunned chill, watching the blood on his shoulders seep from the cracks in his palms, dripping to the ground, blooming blossoming snowflakes.
"My lord respects you, Uncle Han. You have been with my mother for many years, and you have saved my mother and son in your childhood, but you are not allowed to control my lord as an elder, let alone Make you qualified to kill my woman!"
As soon as the sound fell, his palm flipped, and a force struck out from his palm, directly sucking in the people on the ground, and a powerful aura of spiritual power condensed in the palm of his dantian. His dantian abolished his cultivation in the shocked eyes of everyone, and then raised his hand and threw him back to the ground.
"It's the price to touch this lord's inverse scale!"
Xuanyuan Moze flicked his sleeves and stood with his hands under his hands. The cold voice contained the coercive force and said, "Ying Yi Gray Wolf, drive him out of the imperial city, and never step into the imperial city again!"
"Yes!" The two answered in a deep voice, and took a step forward to take the person out.
And at this time, Han Rong had one arm broken, his cultivation base was destroyed and his body was seriously injured. At this time, he was unable to speak anymore, staring at Feng Jiu with only a pair of evil eyes, as if to remember her face. Same in my mind.
Everyone's hearts were shaken, and they couldn't help but feel a trace of sympathy when they looked at the figure being expelled.