Yun Ziyang's murderous eyes instantly stabbed Ge Changqing.
Even though they were far away, Ge Changqing felt as if he was suddenly thrown into an ice cave.
He glanced at Chu Tianshu, who was standing in front of him, and was afraid for a moment. If he was still under the opponent's control, wouldn't he be chopped into pieces?
Ge Changqing glanced at Murong Di with some resentment in his eyes.
Looking at Ge Changqing's expression, Chu Tianshu was a little funny: "What? Not happy?"
Ge Changqing muttered: "There is no need to say it in front of so many people. Now everyone knows that I killed the man named Yun. Can the people of Yunmeng City let me go?"
The corners of Chu Tianshu's lips raised: "Are you scared now? Aren't you, Lao Ge, still going to be struggling in the Jedi?"
Ge Changqing said: "Traveling is about enjoying life, not fighting and killing."
On the other side, Murong Wudi said in a deep voice: "Want to marry Beiyou and Nujiao as concubines? When will the people of Yunmeng City be able to do whatever they want in Hongye City?"
Murongdi pursed her lips and sighed: "Brother values the relationship with Yunmeng City very much and wants to form an alliance with Yunmeng City through this method."
She could only say so much, and she couldn't say anything more serious.
Murong Wudi raised his eyebrows and snorted: "What a bastard!"
Their conversation was translated word-for-word by the tall woman to Yun Ziyang.
Yun Ziyang said in a calm tone: "You should go back to your own homes to handle your family affairs. Now..."
His eyes slowly swept across the faces of Chu Tianshu and others, and at the same time he said murderously: "Let's settle my son's debt first!"
Saying that, Yun Ziyang picked up the long knife from his horse and rushed towards Murong Wudi.
He knew very well that if he didn't deal with Murong Wudi first, he wouldn't be able to touch Chu Tianshu and others.
A few tens of meters away and there in an instant.
The long knife in Yun Ziyang's hand, carrying the sharp sword energy, flew towards Murong Wudi's head and chopped it down.
"kill!"
The tall woman shouted orders to her subordinates, raised her hands at the same time, and directed two stern lights towards Chu Tianshu and Jiang Nujiao who were blocking Ge Changqing.
A real life-and-death fight has always been about annihilating the opponent at the minimum cost. The large number of people is their biggest advantage at this time. Yun Ziyang will naturally not give up his advantage.
Jiang Nujiao snorted and drew her sword. The long sword accurately knocked away the sharp light that struck in front of her.
Chu Tianshu turned slightly to avoid it.
Shuiyue twists her waist and spins, rising into the sky, her skirt blooming like petals, looking strangely beautiful in the windy and snowy polar night.
She jumped several meters into the air, and rays of cold light scattered towards the surrounding warriors like fairy flowers, covering a large area in an instant.
Murong Wudi lit up a purple flame between his eyebrows and punched Yun Ziyang in the direction.
The fierce fist force attacked Yun Ziyang, and surged against the storm. When it collided with the sword energy swung by Yun Ziyang, the fist force had become as big as a bull's head.
boom!
The fist energy collided with the sword energy, making a muffled sound of energy energy clashing.
The sword energy was directly shattered by the force of the fist.
However, the power of the fist was not exhausted and it continued to attack Yun Ziyang.
Yun Ziyang looked at the bright purple flame between Murong Wudi's eyebrows, and then looked at the shadow of a fist flying towards him, and he was extremely frightened.
He clearly remembered that Murong Wudi was only at the eighth level of blue flame before. When did he break through to the first level of purple flame?
Thoughts were running through his mind, but his body's reaction did not stop.
Yun Ziyang quickly waved two sword lights to meet the oncoming punch.
"Bang bang" was heard twice, and two sword lights struck the shadow of the fist one after another.
The shadow of the fist instantly shrunk by more than half, but the remaining part still hit Yun Ziyang.
A look of solemnity flashed in Yun Ziyang's eyes, and he struck the fist figure that was attacking him with another sharp knife.
boom!
The shadow of the fist was split apart by Yun Ziyang's knife, and his energy overflowed.
Yun Ziyang, on the other hand, was shocked by the punch and took several steps back.
Chu Tianshu and others had already rushed into the camp of Yun Ziyang's warriors and fought with them.
Nine blue flames flashed between the tall woman's eyebrows, and energy surged around her body.
A bit of sharp light was vaguely visible, wrapped in energy and lingering around her body.
Yun Ziyang retreated nearly ten meters and then knelt on the ground with one knee.
Holding a long knife, he slowly raised his head and stared at Murong Wudi with bloodshot eyes, his aura was extremely terrifying.
Murong Wudi's figure swayed and he forced himself towards Yun Ziyang.
He stepped in front of Yun Ziyang, raised his right fist, and hit Yun Ziyang's head hard.
The strong wind whipped up by the fist roared, and the sound was even more terrifying than when someone else was swinging a hammer.
Yun Ziyang shouted angrily, and when Murong Wudi's fist fell, he stretched out a hand to block Murong Wudi's fist.
boom!
There was a dull sound of air explosion, and the sharp energy was generated from the center where the two people's fists met, and spread out to the surroundings like ripples.
Wherever the energy went, snowflakes flying in the air cluttered their tracks.
Even the energy exerted by everyone was affected.
The water moon struck the opponent's warrior, so he changed direction and attacked Chu Tianshu.
Fortunately, Chu Tianshu's cultivation level was much higher than hers, so it did not cause any harm to Chu Tianshu.
Seeing the two purple flame masters Murong Wudi and Yun Ziyang fighting, Chu Tianshu couldn't help but think of the shocking battle in the underground palace of the First Emperor of Tang Dynasty.
The tall slender woman forced Murong Di back in front of her, then began to intentionally leave the battle group, and ordered her warriors to form a formation to protect her in the middle.
Then, some warriors around the tall woman took out some magic weapons that Chu Tianshu had never seen before from their arms and inserted them on the ground.
A cloth flag appeared in the hand of the tall slender woman. The energy around her body was lingering, the cloth flag swayed, and her whole body floated off the ground.
At the same time, what Chu Tianshu didn't notice was that Yun Ziyang, who was fighting with Murong Wudi, also took out a cloth flag and stuck it behind his neck with his backhand.
It looks so fierce that it looks like a martial artist with a command flag on his back in a Chinese opera.
Chu Tianshu slashed the neck of a warrior in front of him with his sword.
The warrior fell to the ground with a thud.
But he saw wisps of blood mist rising from the wounds of the fallen warrior.
Chu Tianshu's eyes narrowed and he followed the blood mist, and saw that all the blood mist was floating towards the tall woman holding a cloth banner.
Moreover, at this time, the other corpses in the scene also had blood mist converging on the tall slender woman.
Chu Tianshu looked carefully and noticed that strands of rich blood mist separated from the cloth flag in the hand of the tall woman, drifted towards Yun Ziyang, and was sucked away by the cloth flag behind Yun Ziyang.
Looking at the strange scene in front of him, Chu Tianshu frowned.
After the cloth banner behind Yun Ziyang absorbed the blood mist, his eyes became as red as blood.
Yun Ziyang gave a deep shout and slapped Murong Wudi hard with his palm.
Murong Wudi quickly reached out and grabbed Yun Ziyang's wrist, twisted his waist and turned around, and actually lifted Yun Ziyang up, and then violently threw him to the ground.