The light green wooden shield was smashed over as ferociously and violently as a brick. There was only one person in the world who could make a wooden shield like this, Murong Liushang.

"Clang"

Ren Jiuhuan felt a numbness in his tiger's mouth, and he could no longer hold the knife. It was bounced several meters away by the wooden shield and fell into the alley with bluestone slabs.

The flames could not penetrate the green barrier, but instead bounced back, burning toward Ren Jiuhuan.

Ren Jiuhuan couldn't avoid it, and even his eyebrows and beard were burned off.

He screamed and rolled on the ground while trying his best to persuade.

"Murong Liushang, you have such good skills, why don't you go back to your house with me to meet the prince. Our prince will surely be crowned in the future. At that time, you can choose the glory and wealth. It is better to bury you by guarding this lifeless person.

A lifetime of talent."

"Ha!" Murong Liushang shouted sarcastically and took another step forward.

"I'm serious. A talented and beautiful person like you will be put to good use no matter where he goes. Why bother following the incompetent His Highness the Tenth Prince to this country place?" Regardless of the pain, Ren Jiuhuan started to persuade him to surrender before the battle.

Even though he knew he was not an opponent, he still tried his best.

Murong Liushang didn't even talk to him. Although he dared to speak ill of His Highness in front of him, it seemed that there was no need to leave his whole body today.

The green wooden shield was raised again and violently smashed down again. In an instant, it was in front of Ren Jiuhuan, and the concept of pocket head was smashed.

Ren Jiuhuan groaned, turned around and walked away. This was being crushed by his strength. Is there any need to fight?

Whoever can survive is seeking death!

Murong Liushang pinched his thumb and middle finger into an arc, flicked his middle finger, and shot out a sword light. An iron sword with a green light all over its body shot towards the fleeing Ren Jiuhuan like lightning. The speed of the iron sword was like light and electricity, and Ren Jiuhuan continued

He didn't even make a sound, his head was in arrears, and he walked out for more than ten feet before his body fell to the ground...

Murong Liushang lowered his head and turned over in Ren Jiuhuan's arms.

A space for a bronze beast tile, a gray wood beast tile used as a storage compartment, and the knife.

In the end, Ren Jiuhuan's body was not spared, and he put it directly into his own space and fed it to his tame beast.

How could this guy be so vicious and dare to say that His Highness is incompetent?

A little grandmaster beats a great master to the point of running away. Is this still considered useless?

Murong Liushang turned around, walked back to the courtyard in a leisurely manner, and began to chase the men in black.

Killed most of the men in black, captured three of them, and tried them separately.

Di Lin saw Murong Liushang with a smile on his face: "You are back."

Then he fell directly to the ground and closed his eyes in relief.

Murong Liushang came over quickly, supported Di Lin, and checked the injury.

"Eh." Murong Liushang was slightly surprised, but he didn't say anything. He just said casually: "Save people."

He said this directly to Yuan Wense.

Yuan Wen Sewei was a little surprised.

You must know that after Murong Liuzhang came from outside, the battle was coming to an end, but she did not take action to save anyone. She had not made any move since her arm was broken. Murong Liuzhang should not have said these words to her.

There can't be a lively fight here, with this man watching the fight from the side.

But Yuan Wense didn't say anything. He only said to Guo Sizi: "My arm is broken, help me pick it up."

Guo Sizi was startled: "Did it break when I hit the top with five thunders just now? Why didn't you say anything for so long? It must be very painful."

The little lady looks so weak, she is so tolerant and able to bear it.
Chapter completed!