Zhao Zian tightly held the spear in his hand, and could clearly feel sweat in his palm.

This is a kind of fear, an instinctive fear. No one knows Murong Bai's strength better than Zhao Zian.

Murong Bai came to the center of the courtyard, waved his hand casually, and the black sword and white sword flew up at the same time, landing beside Murong Bai.

Murong Bai looked at Zhao Zi'an and said, "Why are you against me? I won't ask. What I asked is, are you ready to pay for this?"

Zhao Zi'an's heart sank instantly, and sweat kept oozing out from his forehead.

Suddenly, Zhao Zi'an roared angrily: "Murong Bai, your era has passed, and the next one should be mine."

Zhao Zi'an suddenly jumped up, with endless murderous intent, and raised the spear in his hand and was thrown into the air by Zhao Zi'an.

The next moment, the spear suddenly evolved in the air and turned into endless gun shadows, densely packed with thousands of them, falling downwards.

Murong Bai glanced at the sky, watched the gun shadow fall, sneered, picked up the black knife and rushed out into the air.

Boom! The sound of the sword breaking through the air was like thunder. A sword broke through the sky, and it was just a single sword, shattering the shadow of the gun everywhere.

Zhao Zian shouted softly, jumped up, took the gun in the air, and then came into the air, stabbing Murong Bai with a shot.

Clang! Murong Bai held the sword in his left hand, swept forward, intersected with the spear, and knocked the spear back.

Murong Bai said: "Zhao Zi'an, if you use a gun, you can use a gun, and if you use a gun, you can use both weapons and weapons. You can practice both skills together. It would be fine if you are a genius, but unfortunately, you are not. So, after so many years, you have not made any progress."

Pu! Murong Bai's move was very fast. As soon as the sword was handed over, a bright light flashed, and the armor in front of Zhao Zi'an was cut open in an instant.

Zhao Zian flew out toward the back, and his whole body fell into a pool of blood, his face pale in an instant.

Murong Bai walked forward, while Zhao Zian lay on the ground with fear on his face and kept retreating, but at this moment... Zhao Zian raised his head, and his eyes suddenly became full of hope again.

"Mr. Sun, save me!"

The courtyard has been almost completely destroyed, but there is a stone table and a stone chair in the corner, which is still intact because there is a person sitting there.

A man wearing a mask! Mr. Sun sat behind the other party, holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand to cover up the sunshine for the man.

Zhao Zian kept crawling, trying hard to come to the other party, and tried hard to grab Mr. Sun's ankle and said, "Mr. Sun, save me."

Mr. Sun smiled and pulled his foot out of Zhao Zi'an's hand, then raised his foot and stepped on Zhao Zi'an's head and said, "Sorry, for my young master, you are useless."

Zhao Zi'an's eyes widened in an instant, and the hope in his eyes was disappearing, and replaced by emotions called despair.

Zhao Zi'an suddenly became crazy and roared: "You can't treat me like this..." Bang! Mr. Sun raised his foot again and stepped on Zhao Zi'an's head. The ground below shattered, and Zhao Zi'an's head was embedded directly, and blood kept flowing around.

Murong Bai looked at Zhao Zi'an's body and then sighed and shook his head. Although it was his own fault, he was an old friend who had been with him for many years.

Murong Bai no longer went to see Zhao Zi'an's body, but looked up and looked at the man drinking alone at the stone table and said, "Young Master Bai."

Mr. Bai smiled and said, "It's me, you should know what I want, take out the things."

Murong Bai reached out directly into his arms, took out a stone, and threw it towards Mr. Bai.

Mr. Sun flashed and took the stone in his hand first to avoid fraud.

After taking the stone and looking at it, Mr. Sun leaned over and said, "Young Master, it's a sacrifice stone."

Mr. Bai nodded and said, "Although I want this, you should know that I didn't come for this."

Murong Bai's face changed instantly, and then he said, "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Don't you know?"

Mr. Bai smiled and said, "I went to Sifang City. Those guys refused to take out the things. I could only destroy them. So, are you planning to turn Qinghai City into the second Sifang City?"

Murong Bai said: "I really don't know what you want."

Mr. Bai stood up and said, "Why do you have to?"

That was my thing.”

As Mr. Bai said, he casually stretched out his finger and tapped it lightly in the direction of Murong Bai.

A sudden light of inspiration appeared and flew out in the direction of Murong Bai.

Murong Bai's face changed suddenly, and he quickly raised his sword, but in an instant... the spiritual light suddenly split and turned into five or six paths. He bypassed the sword and hit Murong Bai's body.

Pupp, Pupp, Pupp... Murong Bai was wearing a Qibao, and even a top-grade defensive Qibao, but it had no effect at all. When the aura of light hit the body, Murong Bai's body was instantly penetrated continuously.

Murong Bai knelt on one knee, and with just one blow, Murong Bai was seriously injured, with blood flowing from his body, gasping for breath, and his face was extremely pale.

Mr. Bai said: "You die or you live, you can't stop me from doing what I want to do. If that's the case, why not be more obedient?"

Murong Bai gritted his teeth and said, "I'm dead, you never want to get something."

Mr. Bai looked into the distance and suddenly said, "Is it right?"

A very good-quality space treasure, connected to the city lord's mansion, is hidden in the cracks in the void, and is covered with illusion outside, which is quite amazing."

Murong Bai's face changed drastically, and his already pale face turned bloodless at this moment.

Mr. Bai said: "Now you understand?"

I will definitely get what I want. You can't threaten me. On the contrary, you will pay a huge price because of your own threat."

Mr. Bai said, waved his hand casually.

"It was enough to get things, but now..." Mr. Bai looked at Mr. Sun beside him and said, "Kill him, and from now on, there is no need for the city of Qinghai in the world."

Mr. Sun immediately bowed and said, "Abide by the order of the young master."

Mr. Sun stepped towards Murong Bai, put away the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and then stabbed Murong Bai's Dharma image.

Murong Bai gritted his teeth, but finally closed his eyes and prepared to accept death.

But...boom! Thunder suddenly appeared on the flat ground! A large area of ​​black clouds suddenly appeared in the sky, and then a thunder broke through the sky, slashing downwards, hitting Mr. Sun's head.

Mr. Sun immediately opened the oil paper umbrella that had just been closed, covered his body, and hid in the oil paper umbrella.

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Chapter completed!