The loss of martial arts skills of the Evil Moon Hall and fell into the hands of other sects is an embarrassing thing for the Evil Moon Hall.

The situation is even more complicated now. Murong Chen easily killed the third brother, the inner disciple who had the most hope of being promoted to the core disciple, and it was instantly killed. The third brother did not launch a half-stage attack at all, and a big hole appeared in his chest, and the corpse was still burning.

"When did this waste Murong Chen become so strong?

!”

"Yes! He is at the early stage of the fifth level of the Agility Realm. Why is he so fast and his strength too strong!"

"It's so scary. Let's leave Xuantian Sword Sect!"

"I decided to join the Xuantian Sword Sect. The salary of this Xieyue Pavilion is too small. The owner of the museum, Li Tie, asked us to die for his son's life. I dare not!"

The disciples of the Evil Moon Hall looked at the burning corpses, and looked scared. Murong Chen was too strong.

At the door of Murong Mansion, Murong Bo nodded with a smile, "It seems that I am too worried. My Chen'er is much better than I thought!"

The black elder of Xuantian Sword Sect praised Murong Chen even more, "Young master, his steps are light and his speed is extremely fast, and his power is completely inconsistent with his cultivation!"

"Chen'er, his power is far higher now, and he should have the power at the beginning of the fifth level of the Agile Realm!"

Murong Bo said with a smile.

The core disciple of the short-haired Xieyue Pavilion respectfully said to the owner Li Tie: "Owner, don't worry, Murong Chen's head, I will help you take it down with your own hands, twist his head down, and kick it as a ball!"

Li Tie nodded and said in a deep voice: "Don't talk nonsense to him, just kill him in seconds! If you make a contribution this time, you will be promoted to a true disciple!"

"Thank you, the owner!"

The core disciple of the short-haired disciple of the Evil Moon Pavilion quickly clasped his fists and thanked him.

Murong Chen stepped on the martial arts "Flame Tiger Fist" on the blue bricks on the ground, just like trampling the Evil Moon Hall under his feet.

An elder with a bearded beard in the Evil Moon Pavilion smiled and said to the owner of the museum: "Please don't worry, the disciples I trained with myself are sure to kill Murong Chen, the useless young master!"

Although the elder of the Xieyue Pavilion said this to Li Tie, he could not see through Murong Chen.

The level of martial arts cultivation can be seen, but Murong Chen seems to have a particularly magical power in his body, something that is unpredictable and cannot be seen through or predicted is the most feared thing.

"How to fight the garbage waste Murong Chen?"

The core disciple of Xieyue Pavilion has a short-haired man with his arms wrapped around his chest, his eyes cold and confident.

Murong Chen raised his lips, and a strange smile appeared. He pointed to the yellow-level martial arts of the Evil Moon Pavilion above the blue bricks on the ground, and said contemptuously: "If you can get the martial arts under my feet, I will admit defeat!"

"Haha!..." The core disciple of the short-haired disciple of the Xieyue Pavilion burst into laughter. With his practice of the Flame Tiger Fist for three years and all of them have reached the Mahayana realm, he felt that one move could beat Murong Chen all over the ground to look for teeth.

The short-haired core disciple said arrogantly: "I will get the martial arts back! I want to twist your head off and kick it as a ball!"

"The toad yawns, what a big tone!"

As soon as Murong Chen finished speaking, his body moved, and a erratic white figure flashed past, and white shadows were left in the air.

Boom! Murong Chen exerted his strength, facing the face of the short-haired core disciple, and punched him! This punch was very fast and did not use any martial arts at all. It just used the continuous spiritual power in his body. In addition, the strong muscles and bones that Murong Chen had trained over the years, burst out with the power.

It's broken! Li Tie, the owner of the Evil Moon Hall, was shocked. It turned out that this punch was the punch that Murong Chen made. The short-haired disciple is a core disciple. One hundred inner disciples may not necessarily select a core disciple. If he was killed by Murong Chen's punch, it would be a pity.

The elders of the Evil Moon Pavilion also had their faces as if they were ashen, without saying a word, with a nervous look on their faces, staring at Murong Chenxupiao's figure.

"ah!"

The core disciple of the short-haired Xieyue Pavilion shouted and took a step back suddenly.

"The tiger comes out of the mountain!"

The short-haired core disciple of the Fire in the Evil Moon Hall burned quickly, and a red giant tiger phantom more than one meter high appeared behind him. He had already practiced this martial art to the Mahayana realm.

Murong Chen turned around in the air, his figure elegantly! Boom! Murong Chen's whole body seemed to be burning, and the red flames seemed to have reached the level of unity of human and fire with Murong Chen, which made many onlookers unable to help but exclaim. It was so beautiful! "The tiger came out of the mountain!?"

Murong Chen's eyes were like a knife, teasing the short-haired disciple of the Xieyue Pavilion, saying, "You are not a tiger at all, but a sick cat is out of the cage!"

The sick cat is out of the cage! The owner of the museum Li Tie heard Murong Chen insult the core disciple of the Evil Moon Hall so much that his face was as angry as white paper, and he almost bleeded blood! With a bang! Murong Chen and the short-haired disciple of the Evil Moon Hall, the two of them fists! The air fluctuated, and a wave of heat spread out! Crack! Behind the short-haired disciple of the Evil Moon Hall, the giant tiger phantom, which was more than one meter high, instantly dissipated.

Puff! A mouthful of blood came out! Flying backwards for more than ten meters, his upper arm was numb, and a punch against Murong Chen made his lower arm fracture, and scary bones leaked out from his elbow, and the broken bones pierced along the skin of his arm.

"ah!"

A short-haired disciple of the Xieyue Pavilion must be disabled.

In the blink of an eye, Murong Chen had already arrived in front of him.

"Mr. Murong! I lost! Please don't kill me!"

The core disciple of the short-haired wife of the Evil Moon Pavilion struggled to stand up, but finally knelt on the ground and kept begging for mercy.

The world of warriors is cruel, but saving lives is the first priority. You will be left with green mountains without fear of burning firewood.

"Didn't you say, twist my head off and kick it as a ball?

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Murong Chen took a look and hesitated for a moment.

"I was wrong! I deserve to die!"

"I deserve to die!"

The core disciple of the short-haired hair of the Xieyue Pavilion actually slapped himself in public, slap! slap! slap! slap, slap himself in the mouth.

Everyone in the Xieyue Pavilion, especially the owner of the museum, Li Tie, was almost angry.

Murong Chen is really a little merciful and ruthless.

"Go to die!"

The short-haired disciple of the Xieyue Pavilion who was kneeling on the ground suddenly exerted force and used an extremely sinister move. The dagger in his hand flashed with a cold light and stabbed Murong Chen's dantian.

The dantian of a warrior is a hundred times more vicious than killing the other party directly.

Dantian and meridians are no less important to warriors than their lives.

At that time, Lei Hao from Wanbeast Sect bit through Murong Chen's dantian with a colorful snake.

"You! Damn!"

Murong Chen moved his body, his eyes were like torch, and he punched him down.

Bang! A muffled sound! The short-haired disciple of the Xieyue Pavilion was smashed by Murong Chen with a punch, and his brain burst.

The whole person fell to the ground with a shattered head, and was hit by Murong Chen with a heavy punch into the blue brick on the ground. He was more than a foot, and his lower limbs were still kneeling.

Everyone sighed! They cursed the people in the Evil Moon Hall to be despicable and shameless! Murong Chen also understood a truth more thoroughly. This is the world of warriors. The strong are kings. Don’t be sympathetic easily, because you don’t know how shameless and dirty the other party is! In the black sedan chair, Li Yuanba, who is sitting firmly on Mount Tai, couldn’t sit still.

Li Yuankai is his younger brother. As his elder brother, the strongest disciple of the Evil Moon Hall and the successor to the future owner of the Evil Moon Hall. Li Yuanba couldn't bear it at all. The useless young master Murong Chen in front of him.

Now, the word "waste" has nothing to do with Murong Chen.

Li Yuanba slowly walked out of the sedan chair.

"Yes! Li Yuanba!"

Someone recognized Li Yuanba in the crowd.

"Is it a rumor that martial arts awakened Li Yuanba who was the ancient holy elephant?"

"Now, Murong Chen will definitely die!"

Li Yuanba's aura was constrained and he did not release his true cultivation. He was wearing a yellow brocade dress and golden hair. He also exuded a little imperial aura all over his body.

Murong Bo and the Black Elder of Xuantian Sword Sect became nervous. Unexpectedly, they would be afraid of anything they were afraid of. Li Yuanba actually appeared in one month before the Dragon Falling City Competition, and they were about to fight Murong Chen.

"My brother!......Li Yuankai, did you kill him?

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Li Yuankai's eyes showed fierce light and said to Murong Chen word by word.

"cut!"

Murong Chen glanced at Li Yuanba and didn't take him seriously at all. Even if Li Yuanba had high martial arts cultivation and strong strength, he was still a garbage, at least in Murong Chen's heart.

Murong Chen also heard that in the last competition of Falling Dragon City, Li Yuanba compromised and even gave in order to save his life. Murong Chen looked down on this person who was not bloody and feared death from the bottom of his heart! "I'll ask you again!"

Li Yuanba kept holding a lot of energy, holding a mountain-opening axe in his other hand! The cold blade Xiaoxiao! Murong Chen said calmly: "You are the Li Yuanba who took the initiative to admit defeat in the competition of Falling Dragon City!"

Li Yuanba was furious and suddenly released his breath.

It turned out to be at the early stage of the eighth level of the spiritual realm, which is one level higher than the seventh level peak that the outside world rumored.

Murong Chen is in the early stage of the fifth level of the Agile Realm, and this is an unfair battle.

"Chen'er!"

Murong Bo screamed nervously.

Li Tie, the owner of the Evil Moon Hall, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Li Yuanba's strength could easily crush Murong Chen. In this battle, in addition to cutting off Murong Chen's head and avenging his dead son Li Yuankai, he also had to find the shameful face of the Evil Moon Hall! Li Yuanba danced in his yellow robe, danced with blonde hair on his head, and the three thousand pounds of mountain-opening axe in his hand was not a common thing, but a medium-grade divine weapon! Wuyang Continent, weapons and magic weapons were divided into fifth grade.

They are: low-grade magical weapons, medium-grade magical weapons, top-grade magical weapons, super-grade magical weapons, and top-grade magical weapons.

Low-grade magical weapons are rare in the Dragon City, and many sects have only a handful of low-grade magical weapons.

The mountain-opening axe in Li Yuanba's hand is a middle-grade magic weapon.

After the white mountain-opening axe was injected with spiritual power by Li Yuanba, it slowly turned black. There seemed to be a hidden poisonous gas on the mountain-opening axe.

"Mid-grade magic weapon!"

Murong Chen glanced at Li Yuanba, and was not afraid of anything at all. He slowly took out half of the broken sword from his waist.

This broken sword was interrupted by the mysterious old man in purple robe with his spiritual power when he took it to the Broken Soul Cliff.

Haha! Hahaha... Haha! The disciples of the Evil Moon Hall kept laughing and laughing at Murong Chen.

"Broken sword, no lower-grade magic weapon! Take it out and it's embarrassing!"

"Let's just give up on your own initiative, don't make any unnecessary struggles!"

"Waste is waste!"
Chapter completed!