He Wuhen and Mu Zichen embraced each other intimately.

The two stood on the road below the steps, expressing each other's hearts and lovesickness.

The thousands of people in the square were stunned. Everyone stared at each other, their eyes almost falling to the ground.

"Snatch a kiss?!"

"Oh my God, is that kid crazy? He dared to steal the bride in Wushuang City in front of everyone in the world!"

"It's over, no one in the sky and on earth can save that boy. He's dead!"

"With such a big eye, the wedding was subjected to such an accident. Wushuang City and Tianjian Sect were shamed and they would be furious!"

The whole square was boiling, and everyone exclaimed and talked.

Nie Bingyan fell on the steps, looking at He Wuhen and Mu Zichen who were hugging each other enthusiastically, with a look of despair on her face.

"It's over, everything is over... I will definitely be executed by the city lord."

She looked at all this in a daze, her eyes empty and unconscious.

Du Xuanji, Xue Tianjiao and Fu Yuankang were completely stunned.

The three of them never expected that He Wuhen would do such a move.

Especially, He Wuhen and Mu Zichen hugged each other affectionately, and at first glance they were old couples.

Xue Tianjiao and Fu Yuankang's expressions were extremely serious.

They knew very well what consequences would be caused by He Wuhen's actions.

Although Du Xuanji's face did not change his expression, his eyes were flashing, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

It was not until this moment that he finally understood what He Wuhen said before.

On the altar in the center of the square, Lu Feiyang and others were also petrified.

The fairy man from Beiming looked strange and looked at He Wuhen and Mu Zichen.

Teng Qingyun and Lu Feiyang's faces turned dark, and their foreheads were chaotic.

This unexpected scene made both of them lose face and both of them lose face!

At this moment, Nie Bingyan, who was in a state of despair, came back to her senses and shouted in a shrill voice: "Golden Armor Guard, catch that disciple for me!"

Many golden armored guards were at a loss when they suddenly received the order and immediately roared and rushed towards He Wuhen.

Suddenly, more than 30 martial king masters attacked, swinging their swords to stab dozens of sword lights, pointing directly at the vital points of He Wuhen's body.

Although He Wuhen hugged Mu Zichen, he was expressing his longing as if no one was around.

But his spiritual sense enveloped the entire square and saw everyone's actions clearly.

Seeing more than 80 sword lights coming, he turned his body and blocked Mu Zichen, waved his hand and shot out two giant flame hands.

"The Heaven-Crossing Palm Technique!"

Two 10-meter-sized giant flame hands, carrying a distance of more than tens of millions of pounds, instantly hit dozens of sword lights.

The crisp sound of "cracking" was endless. More than 80 sword lights were instantly annihilated by the fire and exploded into fragments of light.

Not only that, He Wuhen shouted coldly again, and the giant flame hand rushed in and slapped the golden armored guards hard.

Suddenly, only muffled sounds of "bang bang bang" were heard one after another.

More than thirty golden-armored guards were slapped out by the giant flame hands and fell to the entrance of the hall in a mess.

As the battle broke out, the square suddenly became in chaos.

With He Wuhen as the center, the people around him retreated one after another, leaving a clearing space of thousands of feet in radius.

Except for him and Mu Zichen, there was no one around.

Seeing that many golden armored guards were shot away, the butler of the Tianjian Sect was furious.

He shouted angrily and came to He Wuheng.

"Don't be crazy for juniors!"

The middle-aged butler flashed, crossed two hundred feet in an instant, and rushed to He Wuhen.

He clenched his fists with both hands, gathered two huge fists and rushed forward fiercely.

The strong wind came from behind him, and He Wuhen immediately became extremely alert.

The terrifying power in the two fists was sensed, which exceeded tens of millions of pounds.

After his spiritual sense investigation, he found that Butler Lu was a second-level Martial Emperor.

His face immediately darkened, and his whole body burst out with flames, and he clenched his fists and blasted out fiercely.

The sky seal on his arms emitted a faint purple light, which doubled his strength, and was no less than the second-level martial emperor.

"Boom!"

The two of them blew up together, and a shocking sound broke out, shaking countless cracks in the square.

The violent energy swept around, shattering a hurricane that could be seen in the naked eye, tearing the air out of countless white cracks.

The two of them exploded at the same time, turning into fragments of light, hitting around with a bang bang.

In the dazzling light and shadow, both of them were shocked and retreated.

"Dingdeng..."

He Wuhen stepped out five steps before he stood still, his chest was slightly undulating, and he was using his power to relieve the impact.

But Butler Lu retreated six steps away before stopping, his chest was undulating violently and his breath was very heavy.

This scene shocked everyone, and the whole audience was in an uproar, and countless people let out incredible exclamations.

"Oh my God, it's incredible!"

"Butler Lu of Tianjian Sect is a second-level martial emperor, and He Wuhen is just a ninth-level martial king. How can the two of them tie?"

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it. A level 9 martial king could block the attack of the second-level martial emperor!"

"Today I was really eye-opening! No wonder He Wuhen was only at the level nine martial king, but he was able to become the chief disciple of the Changsheng Sect. So that's it!"

"It's so shocking! No wonder He Wuhen dares to steal the bride, it turns out that he is confident."

Watching the fun is not a big deal. Thousands of people in the square gathered on He Wuhen and commented on him.

He Wuhen has attracted everyone's attention since he followed Du Xuanji into Wushuang City.

Countless people were puzzled, how could a level nine martial king be qualified to become the chief disciple of the Changsheng Sect?

After all, in the other eight major martial arts holy places, the chief disciples are at least powerful Martial Emperors.

Until now, after seeing He Wuhen and Butler Lu with their own eyes, everyone suddenly realized.

The ninth-level martial king was able to withstand the attack of the second-level martial king. This was unprecedented and everyone was even more shocked and surprised.

Just now, Mu Zichen was already shocked when he saw He Wuhen repelling more than 30 golden armored guards with one move.

Now that she saw He Wuhen and Butler Lu fight with all their might, she was not at all inferior, and her eyes were even more dazzling.

She never thought that after seeing each other for two years, He Wuhen had grown into such a powerful master.

Even though she is talented, possesses the blood of the sword ancestor, and has the most advanced resource training in Wushuang City, she is now just a level five martial king.

Her upgrade speed is already trembling with the past and present, and she is a genius.

But compared with He Wuhen, it still pales in comparison.

Seeing that the playboy who was so sensible and slick, she was now a martial arts master, she felt relieved and sweet.

He Wuhen's defiant performance made her feel even more proud.

This is a man she, Mu Zichen, values ​​and loves. She has such peerless talent, which proves that she has a great vision.

Butler Lu thought that it would be easy to deal with He Wuhen, the ninth-level martial king, and he could take him down with just one move.

Now, not only did he fail to capture He Wuhen, he suffered a loss in the fight and immediately became difficult to get on the verge of death.

Especially, the discussions coming from all around him made him feel even more ashamed and angry.

"He Wuhen! You dare to destroy the marriage between Tianjian Sect and Wushuang City. You are such a brave man!"

"Today, I will take you down and punish you severely in front of fellow warriors in the world!"

As he finished speaking, a dazzling golden light burst out from his body.

His body turned into a golden sword and rushed towards He Wuhen.

In order to kill or capture He Wuhen, he did not hesitate to use the trump card of the soul's sword to save his lost face.

Seeing this scene, Xue Tianjiao was immediately worried and couldn't help but try to stop him.

But Du Xuanji secretly sent a message, so that Xue Tianjiao could watch the changes and not act rashly.

Even when facing Butler Lu’s giant sword of the soul, He Wuhen was happy and fearless.

A black sword suddenly appeared in his right hand, and purple flames floated.
To be continued...