Lei Hao walked into the coffin, put a cold sword on his way, and sneaked into Murong Chen.

I saw the colorful snake soaring into the air towards Murong Chen's face, the snake mouth wide open and hissed.

Murong Chen smiled coldly, "I had expected that you would attack!"

Knock! Murong Chen held the Tengshe in both hands, pulled the colorful Tengshe off after three or few strokes, and took out the snake gall and demon core.

Lei Hao's face was ashes and his eyes were dull, "Who are you?

What kind of hatred does my Lei family have with you?"

"Murong Chen!"

Murong Chen stared at Lei Hao in the coffin and said loudly word by word.

"It's Chen'er!"

Murong Bo was overjoyed, “It’s really Chen’er!

" "Sect Master, the young master is back!"

The black elder laughed.

The crowd suddenly burst into a thunderous nest and talked a lot. The useless young master of the Murong family defeated the martial arts genius who fell from the Dragon City and Lei Hao from the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.

"It's really Murong Chen."

"Murong Chen defeated Lei Hao, a martial arts genius in the Falling Dragon City!"

"The Murong family is saved, and the Xuantian Sword Sect is about to rise against the will of heaven!"

From then on, when the dragon city fell, there was no such thing as a waste young master Murong Chen! Slap! Murong Chen slapped Lei Hao with a big slap, making him fall into the coffin with a golden star.

"Don't be rude!"

A purple-clothed elder from Wanzhou Sect stretched out his big hand and grabbed Murong Chen's heart.

"Dare to touch my Chen'er! He is looking for death!"

Murong Bo rose into the air, the Thunder God Sword was unsheathed from his waist, and the sound of rolling thunder came.

It was too late for the elder purple-clothed in Wanzhou Sect to stop.

Whoosh! Under Murong Bo's sword, Elder Purple-clothed fell to the ground with serious injuries.

"Get out! I won't kill you for the sake of my Chen'er coming back!"

Murong Bo shouted.

Elder Ziyi covered his chest and limped to the coffin, "Young Master Lei!"

Lei Hao in the coffin had a blurred bloody face, his body was motionless, and he didn't say a word, like a dead dog.

The disciples of the Wan Beast Sect were frightened to death. Today, they saved their lives and were panicked. Several disciples even ran away with their heads in their arms. Several people carried the broken coffin and ran away without looking back.

"father!"
Chapter completed!