The German rider's pupils were wide open, and he let out a terrified scream, and then watched helplessly as the Banyue gun pierced his chest, nailing him hard to the ground.

At the point of the sharp spear, the ground cracked, as terrifying as a major earthquake.

Fan Shuang and the others not far away were all affected, and the huge wind that was swept up by the falling of the sharp gun sent them all flying thousands of meters away.

Moreover, a huge pothole appeared in the center of the sharp gun.

In the center of the pit, De Qi was lying on his back, his chest was pierced by a sharp gun, his eyes were wide open, and he was already dead.

Whoosh!

Zhuo Wen slowly landed in the pothole, with one foot on the end of the gun handle, standing like a god.

Fan Shuang, Ten Sword Guards, Cultivator Army, and Lu Pharmacist were all petrified, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.

None of them expected that Zhuo Wen, who was originally at a disadvantage, would burst out with such terrifying power at that moment, especially the magic gun, the power was too terrifying, it was by no means an ordinary magic gun.

"Murong Fuge, with your strength, you want to capture me? You look down on me too much!" Zhuo Wen raised his head slightly, looking at Murong Fuge on the divine boat, with a mocking smile on his lips.

"That's... a heaven-shattering fourth-order artifact?"

On the divine ship, Murong Fuge's pupils shrank again and again, and then he reacted quickly, and immediately drove the divine ship, fleeing into the distance.

"You can't escape!"

Zhuowen pulled out the Banyue gun and threw it again in the air. The terrifying sound of breaking through the air resounded over the main city, like countless bombs exploding in succession.

The monks in the entire main city couldn't help but look up at the sky.

Boom!

The divine ship exploded, and the two beauties on the deck were annihilated in the sea of ??flames without even making a sound.

And Murong Fuge immediately took out a talisman, sacrificed it, and a golden mask appeared around him, blocking the terrifying sea of ??flames around him.

But Murong Fuge was also hit by the aftermath, and fell downwards, finally hitting the ruins of the Ancient Sword Villa.

"Cough cough cough!"

When Zhuo Wen came to the ruins, Murong Fuge kept coughing up blood, and it was difficult for him to even move.

He looked at Zhuo Wen in horror, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Lord Zhuo, don't kill me! Please let me go. We will cancel this matter today. Don't worry, I will never take revenge on you after I return to the Murong family!"

Fan Shuang, Shi Jianwei and others also hurried over, and Fan Shuang hurriedly said: "Lord Zhuo, Murong Fuge cannot be killed, he is a direct descendant of the Murong family, if you kill him, then you will really form an alliance with the Murong family Death to death!"

Zhuo Wen looked calmly, and said: "Even if I don't kill this Murong Fuge, the Murong family and I have already received a big enmity. When this Murong Fuge goes back, he will definitely find a stronger monk to kill me!"

"Since the grievances have been forged, we must cut the roots!"

As he said that, Zhuo Wen cut off Murong Fuge's head and destroyed Murong Fuge's soul under the terrified eyes of Fan Shuang and Shi Jianwei.

Fan Shuang and the others felt chills in their hearts, and looked at Zhuo Wen's back, full of awe.

This Zhuo Wen is really fearless, even the direct descendants of the Murong family will kill as soon as they say it.

Zhuo Wen casually took off Murong Fuge's spirit ring, glanced at it casually with his divine sense, and found a familiar figure inside in surprise.

As soon as Zhuo Wen moved his mind, a figure appeared in front of him.

"President Lu, what a coincidence! We meet again!"

The figure in the spirit ring is Lu Yichuan who was imprisoned by Murong Fuge.

At this moment, Lu Yichuan's whole body was imprisoned by the black thunder, and his limbs could not move at all.

"Why am I here? Lord Zhuo, did you let me out? What about Murong Fuge?" Lu Yichuan asked in surprise.

"Just lie there!" Zhuo Wen pointed at Murong Fuge's corpse.

"What? Murong Fuge is dead? Lord Zhuo, you didn't kill him, did you?" Lu Yichuan said with shocking eyes.

"Murong Fuge was indeed killed by Master Zhuo, and that Deqi was also beheaded by Master Zhuo!" Fan Shuang said with a wry smile.

She knew that this matter was really serious, if the Murong family knew about it, she might be furious, and Yun Jinling might be implicated.

Zhuo Wen saw that everyone was silent, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "I know what you are thinking? Don't worry, when people from the Murong family come to Yunjin to ask Master Xing, even if I do it alone That's it!"

"There is also the position of the lord of the Yunjin collar. I will pass it on to Lu Yichuan from today! I am no longer the lord of the Yunjin collar! I killed Murong Fuge for my own reasons. I don't think the Murong family will be really mad. deal with the entire Yunjin leader!" JrNovels.com