"No, you killed it! I didn't kill him from beginning to end! Yang Jiazhi, what crime should you be guilty of violating the rules set by Xi Hongguang himself?"

Mu Feng looked at Yang Jiazhi calmly, his voice loud and loud, and everyone could hear clearly at the pavilions by the lake.

For a moment, everyone in the pavilion looked at Mu Feng with a strange look on his face.

They were not blind. Although they didn't know why Mu Feng and Youtong changed positions, they knew that this must be the ones Mu Feng did.

And Mu Feng suddenly sounded so loudly, and many people thought of the purpose, obviously reminding Xi Hongguang that Yang Jiazhi had violated the rules and asked Xi Hongguang to punish Yang Jiazhi according to the regulations.

"Interesting! This is called Mu Feng, and the secret technique he used just now is also very interesting. He can instantly change positions with someone, causing Yang Jiazhi to kill his own people by mistake! This method is a unique person!"

Xi Hongguang's mouth curled slightly, and he looked up at Mu Feng.

And the young rich young man beside him shook his feather fan and said, "Young Master Xi, what do you want to deal with next?"

Xi Hongguang raised his mouth and said, "Why do you need to deal with it?"

Just watch the changes, I really want to see what tricks Mu Feng can do next! This guy is not an ordinary eighth-level martial emperor!"

The rich young man shrugged and smiled and said, "It should be because the skills of the donkey are exhausted. If you don't come forward, you may be killed by Yang Jiazhi today!"

Xi Hongguang smiled and said, "This is a talent. Of course, I won't let him die in the ring, but I really want to see what he has to do, so let's continue watching first!"

Mu Feng stood on the ring and found that there was nothing to do with Xi Hongguang. He understood that Xi Hongguang didn't want to intervene, which made his face darker.

Yang Jiazhi also noticed Xi Hongguang's side. Seeing that the latter did not say a word, he understood that Xi Hongguang was not going to take action, which made him very happy.

"Your name is Mu Feng, right? You are very good. You have successfully angered me! Today, you dare to kill the people from the Chief Secretary's Mansion and take the lead in breaking the rules of this battle. Then I'm not polite. I want you to pay for your life!"

Yang Jiazhi roared and rushed towards Mu Feng with great strides. The moment he stepped out, the aura in his body soared into the sky, and at the same time, the quasi-sacred realm expanded, covering the entire arena.

Yang Jiazhi's quasi-sacred realm is very strange. In the space of the quasi-sacred realm, there is a blood-colored world, with blood rivers intertwined from all directions, forming a large net.

Among these blood rivers are thousands of corpses. What's strange is that these corpses are still struggling in pain, making strange and cunning screams.

Yang Jiazhi rushed over in the blood river. While running quickly, he squeezed the void with his right hand and grabbed a blood-colored sword from the blood river.

The sword body of this sword is bright red, as strange and vesicular as blood, and the hilt of the sword is like a thick layer of white bones. You can even clearly see the bulges on the bones.

"Die!"

Yang Jiazhi came in an instant, and the blood sword in his hand stabbed Mu Feng's eyebrows.

At the same time, blood rivers swept across the world, blocking Mu Feng's retreat, leaving him with nowhere to hide.

In the blink of an eye, countless blood rivers drowned Mu Feng and Yang Jiazhi. The terrifying sound of explosion continued to resound within the circle of the blood river, and the energy emitted was even more terrifying.

"Yang Jiazhi has taken all his strength, and Mu Feng is bound to die!"

The rich young man shook his head and said.

Xi Hongguang frowned. He thought Mu Feng had some trump cards useful, so he didn't stop drinking, but he didn't expect to die like this?

Qin Keqing and Beichen's faces changed drastically, and their eyes showed grief.

Bang bang bang! At this time, a terrifying explosion sound came from the depths of the Blood River, and then the Blood River exploded and countless blood splashed out.

A figure flew backwards from the bursting blood river! Everyone looked at it and found that it was not someone else's flying backwards, but Yang Jiazhi.

At this moment, Yang Jiazhi seemed to have seen a ghost, staring at the depths of the bursting blood river.

I saw Mu Feng step out there.

Mu Feng's image is very different at this moment. He is covered with scales burning with purple fire. A slender tail is derived from behind him, and sharp bone spurs are derived from each joint of his body.

And Yang Jiazhi's face even more ugly, the seventeen ghosts and gods appeared in the void behind Mu Feng.

"spirits?

And they are seventeen ghosts and gods! You are also a curse master..." Yang Jiazhi looked at this scene in disbelief as if he had seen a ghost.

It’s not that he has never seen a curse master, but he has never seen a curse master with seventeen ghosts and gods at the same time. This is simply unheard of.

Immediately afterwards, seventeen different forms of curses were planted and attached to his body, in his body and blood, causing his vitality to decline and deteriorate quickly.

He could also clearly feel that his movements became slow, his reactions became dull, his nerves were causing a vague pain, and his whole body was in a serious state.

"Damn it!"

When Yang Jiazhi shook his head hard and forced himself to wake up, a black shadow appeared in front of him, Mu Feng rushing towards him at high speed.

Yang Jiazhi's face changed drastically, and he raised the blood sword and blocked him.

Kneel! The two swords bombarded each other, and countless Mars spread, and then Yang Jiazhi flew backwards, his face turned pale.

However, before Yang Jiazhi came to his senses, Mu Feng's attacks had already come one after another, like a storm, madly outputting to Yang Jiazhi.

Yang Jiazhi almost yelled wildly, wanting to resist Mu Feng, but the curses of seventeen ghosts and gods emerged one after another, and they planted them madly on him. Even his body, spirit, etc. were rapidly declining, and his strength was declining very strongly.

If you make a mistake, you will make a mistake! Since Yang Jiazhi was at a disadvantage, Mu Feng naturally would not give him any chance to turn the tables. He would not stop attacking like a storm.

For a moment, Yang Jiazhi was completely beaten and extremely embarrassed.

You know, Mu Feng temporarily suppressed Wu Zeyu with his seventeen ghosts and gods.

As the number one genius in Yunzhou, Wu Zeyu broke through earlier than Xi Hongguang and entered the middle stage of quasi-sainthood. His strength may be stronger than Xi Hongguang.

Yang Jiazhi was only in the early stage of the quasi-saint, and most of his strength was weakened by the seventeen ghosts and gods. His strength immediately dropped to the peak of the ninth-level martial emperor, and fell into a disadvantage again. Now he is no match for Mu Feng at all.

After Mu Feng's counterattack horn was launched, everyone in the pavilions around the lake were stunned and looked at this scene in disbelief.

They could not imagine that Yang Jiazhi was suppressed against an eighth-level martial emperor's young man, and seemed to be no match for him at all.

Xi Hongguang, who had originally picked up the wine glass and wanted to drink, was stunned. The wine glass in his hand couldn't help but fall on the table, and his face was stiff and he looked at the battle on the ring in the middle of the lake.

The feather fan in the hand of the rich young man next to him also slid down directly, his mouth wide open.

Nie Longzhen stood up and stared at the battle ahead, and said, "Damn it."

Qin Wanlang of the Qin family was stiff, his eyes wide, his mouth trembled, and his face was dull.
Chapter completed!