For a moment, in the dark, light and light, almost everyone's eyes fell on Xuanyuan Moze and Han Rong.

They couldn't guess how the master would deal with the over-the-scenes Han Rong. After all, he could afford the master's uncle Han, which was enough to prove that he was different from them.

But even so, will the master still tolerate Fengjiu after he wants to kill Fengjiu?

The atmosphere seemed to gather at this moment, and everyone was holding their breath and watching without breathing.

After Han Rong stood up with his seriously injured body, he also looked at Xuanyuan Moze, his lips moved slightly, and he said, "Ah..."

"Hiss! Ah!"

Just as he opened his mouth to say the first word, Ze made a shrill scream before he could even speak it. The sound passed through the sky, rushed into the sky, and crashed into the eardrums of everyone. With the blood splashed out in front of him, it deeply shocked everyone's vision and heart.

They only saw the master raise his hand and a sharp air blade slashing out, slashing Han Rong's right arm. The moment his arm flew out, the blood splashed out all over the floor, shocking...

Everyone's hearts tightened. At this moment, they all lowered their heads one by one, not daring to look at the master's expression again. They just stared at the blood splashed on the ground and the broken arm, and after a scream, Han Rong, who covered his broken arm and endured the severe pain, looked at the disbelief on his face, the unacceptable on his face, and a crazy hatred breeding in his eyes.

Xuanyuan Moze withdrew his hand, and he stood with his hands in his arms. His deep eyes were as deep as a pond, and he looked down at Han Rong who was sitting on the ground from a high place. His cold and ruthless voice came from his mouth with bloodthirsty murderous intent.

"I said, you are not allowed to touch my woman! It seems that you don't take it seriously. I'm a big bully. Do you think I won't kill you? Even if I see me growing up, you still don't understand my character."

The cold eyes stared at the man sitting in a daze with a bone-chilling chill, watching the blood at his shoulder-length ooze out of the cracks of his palms, dripping to the ground, and snowflakes bloomed.

"I respect you, Uncle Han, I respect you for years, and I have saved my mother's lives when I was young. However, it is not for you to control me as an elder, nor is it for you to be qualified to kill me!"

As soon as the voice fell, his palm flipped, and a force attacked from his palm, directly sucking the people on the ground. A powerful breath of spiritual power condensed on his palm and slapped his dantian across the air, shattering his dantian with one palm, destroying his cultivation in the shocked eyes of everyone, and then raised his hand and threw him back to the ground.

"Touching my reverse scale, this is the price!"

Xuanyuan Moze shook his sleeves and stood with his hands behind his back. The cold voice contained a captivating pressure: "Xingyi Gray Wolf drives him out of the imperial city, and he will never step into the imperial city again!"

"Yes!" The two of them responded in a deep voice, stepped forward and took the person out.

At this time, Han Rong had one arm broken, his cultivation was abolished and seriously injured. At this time, he was powerless to speak anymore, staring at Feng Jiu with only a pair of sinister eyes, as if he wanted to remember her face in his mind.
Chapter completed!