Phoenix Phoenix Zhi E Fang

Murong Chong retreated ten steps in a row, and finally stopped about one meter away from the edge of the stage, raised his hand to block another punch, put his internal strength into his feet, and kicked the big man in the stomach.

The strength of this kick was not small, but the big man only took three steps back before stabilizing his figure, and was about to charge towards Murong Chong, when Murong Chong punched him in the face.

The big man's eyes widened in surprise, and then he rushed towards Murong even more angrily. His punching speed became faster and his strength became stronger. spread.

On the contrary, Murong Chong felt very happy.

This kind of pain made his blood boil, and this joyful mood that hadn't appeared for a long time made a smile appear on the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

Probably this smile was too dazzling, causing everyone to lose their minds for a moment, and at this moment, the defense that the big man had been tense had been relaxed a little bit. At this moment, Murong Chong punched him in the face, and the corners of his mouth overflowed. There was a little blood.

But Murong Chong didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue the attack, he stopped his hand, with that half-smile still on his face, he said: "How was your state just now?"

The big man was furious for a while, and attacked again.

This time, Murong Chong didn't dodge any more, instead he directly met every punch he made, and then returned the punch.

Every punch of the two of them was almost a real greeting to each other. Although the muffled sound of the fists hitting the body was not loud, everyone present seemed to be able to hear the sound.

There was blood dripping on the high platform, but no one knew who it belonged to, even Murong Chong's face was stained.It's a pity that people bring up this matter in the future.

However, at this moment, the two people on the stage seemed to be immersed in this most primitive hand-to-hand combat. They forgot all the martial arts moves and defensive dodges, and only knew to attack each other's body.

Every punch he throws and every punch he receives makes Murong Chong more and more happy. He seems to lose his sanity little by little in this simple fight, and all he can feel is the pain from the fists hitting his body. And the lure of blood splatter.

All this made Murong Chong almost hallucinate...

But he didn't have time to pay attention to these strange things that appeared in front of him, he just instinctively punched, punched, punched...

He felt something splatter on his face with his fist, blurring his eyes.Murong Chong could roughly guess that it was blood because it was still warm, but he didn't care, and he didn't need to. The punch was heavier than the punch, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more coquettish...

When Murong Chong came back to his senses, several soldiers tried to pull him away from the big man.

Murong Chong stared intently at the already bloody head, and his last weak begging for mercy seemed to be echoing in his ears, and it was this begging for mercy that made Murong Chong lose his last sane mind.

The begging sound of a person on the verge of despair is full of temptation for Murong Chong. This sound tempts all the cruel and killing elements in his blood to become active, they will boil and occupy Murong Chong's head.

It's not that Murong Chong doesn't know this feeling, and it's not that he can't control it.

It's just that he feels very happy to be controlled by this feeling, this dizziness caused by the boiling of blood makes him feel very comfortable, and he enjoys this dizziness from the bottom of his heart.

But after being pulled away from the immobile body, Murong Chong quickly returned to normal.

Breaking free from the control of a few people, he cast a ruthless glance at the corpse on the ground, and said coldly, "Find a place to bury it."

A few people looked at the nearly smashed head and hesitated, but when they saw Murong Chong whose face was covered with blood, they obediently lifted the corpse on the ground and left.

Murong Chong glanced at the people below again, and said loudly: "Is there anyone who has nothing to say? Remember, this is your last chance."

Where will anyone talk anymore!

Everyone lowered their heads and stared at their own toes, and stopped looking at Murong Chong on the high platform.

Everyone remembers that just now, in the punch-to-punch confrontation, the big man began to retreat with some difficulty, his feet were unsteady, and when his body was shaking, he was knocked down by Murong Chong's punch.

However, he still didn't stop, and punched the opponent's face one after another.

When the blood splashed on his face, his smile was so cruel that everyone shuddered.

Everyone watched the big man's struggle from the beginning to his inability to fight back. He seemed to be still talking, but the distance was too far away. Except for Murong Chong, no one could hear what he was saying clearly.

But Murong Chong didn't care about it, they saw the head sunken, and some unknown liquid splashed out, the smell of blood spread instantly, some people who had never been on the battlefield couldn't help but vomited.

Zhao Hua couldn't stand anymore, and hurriedly shouted: "What are you doing standing there?! Pull the general away quickly!"

At first no one dared to take a step, everyone was frightened by Murong Chong's appearance, not because of his martial arts, but because of the strange aura emanating from him at the moment, coupled with the smell of blood and his cruel smile.

Going up to the stage at this moment undoubtedly means asking for a dead end.

Naturally, the few people closest to Zhao Hua were unlucky, and he kicked them out one by one, and pulled Murong Chong away from the dead man.

"Is there no one else?" Murong Chong asked again.

Everyone's heads drooped even lower.

"Then it's best not to let me hear a word about this general in the future." Murong Chong turned around and got off the high platform as soon as he finished speaking.

Everyone backed away automatically and let him go outside through the crowd...

Murong rushed back to the camp. He had just washed his hands and face, and before he could change his blood-stained clothes, Zhao Hua came to find him.

"My lord, what happened today?" Zhao Hua looked at Murong Chong's face.

The bruises and bloody mouth on the originally smooth face were particularly eye-catching, so Zhao Hua didn't feel like he took a few extra glances.

Murong Chong originally planned to give him a helpless smile, but the wound on his face caused his expression to become distorted, so he could only endure the pain and said, "I thought the master would give me a little more time to let I'll change my clothes and discuss it with you."

"Zhao is too curious, the young master seems to have kept me a lot?" Zhao Hua asked after him.

Murong Chong learned his lesson this time, and didn't make any more expressions: "Didn't Mister also lie to me a lot?" Rubbing his sore wrist, Murong Chong continued: "I didn't think that Mister was willing to do things for me, since Mr. I need my help, and I also need your help, isn't it good that we maintain our previous pleasant cooperation?"