Su Rong flew out. Su Rong flew back.
The living Su Rong flew out, and the dead Su Rong flew back.
In the span of a breath.
During this process, the men of the Monitor Division who were ready to risk their lives with Su Rong drew their swords and bowed to Cui Zhaoren as a farewell — —
However, Su Rong died.
Killed in one move.
They didn't even see Li Muyang make a move before Su Rong was already dead. They didn't even have the time to help before Su Rong died.
This caused these men of the Monitor Division, who were already filled with fighting spirit and prepared to die, to be in a dilemma, not knowing what to do.
Go? Or not? That was a problem.
Su Rong was an intelligent person that the Cui family placed by Cui Zhaoren's side, although his suggestions were rarely adopted by Cui Zhaoren. Cui Zhaoren felt that he was a hundred times smarter than Su Rong.
However, for the sake of his clan's reputation and to show his modesty and prudence, he was willing to keep Su Rong by his side. Because when he had some matters that he could not take care of, he could entrust Su Rong to take care of them. After all, most of the members of the Monitor Division were good at killing people. They were not suited for that kind of work.
Su Rong only had the strength of a high grade High Mountain. In a small city, he could be considered an expert, but in Tiandu where dragons and snakes mixed together, he could only be considered a low hand, low hand, low hand.
However, a person with the strength of a high mountain was killed by Li Muyang with just one punch — — How many punches from Li Muyang could these men of the Monitor Division who were weaker than Su Rong?
Cui Zhaoren saw Li Muyang make his move.
He was the only one at the scene who could accurately capture Li Muyang's whereabouts and movements under the heavy rain and dark clouds.
Su Rong quickly pounced towards Li Muyang. He used the Mountain Moving Fist that he was best at.
He threw out a punch with the power to move mountains.
The shadows of their fists were everywhere, and the six Su Rongs were also swinging their fists at Li Muyang.
Right now, Su Rong could only conjure five phantoms, five illusions and one real, to form this attack formation.
Su Rong was fighting with his life on the line, so his fighting spirit was at its strongest.
Even with Cui Zhaoren's picky eyes, he could see that this punch was an extraordinary display of strength.
This was Su Rong's most dazzling and lethal punch.
Presumably, Su Rong's mood at that time was also excited, excited and confident that the entire world was in his hands — —
Six Su Rongs rushed to Li Muyang's side and attacked from three different directions.
Li Muyang counterattacked.
His right hand, which had been hanging down all this time, suddenly swung into a fist, as if he had long prepared this punch.
It was just a punch.
Then, Su Rong flew away.
The real Su Rong flew away.
Li Muyang was not affected by the illusions at all. He had been staring at Su Rong's real body from beginning to end.
From the very beginning, Su Rong's tragedy was destined.
"Unfathomable." This was Cui Zhaoren's evaluation of Li Muyang.
"He's out of breath." A black-clothed Supervisory Division official squatted down to check Su Rong's breathing and said fiercely, "Brothers, fight him to the death and avenge the military counselor."
Cui Zhaoren reached out his hand to stop them and said softly: "You are not his opponent."
"We don't hesitate to die in battle."
"Then there's only one word, death." Cui Zhaoren placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and said aloud: "You are all my confidants, live well and leave some seeds for the Monitoring Division — —"
Kacha — —
Under the continuous and frantic attack of the fish and prawns, the entrance area of the ship was cracked open.
The lower cabin began to fill with water and the ship began to tilt.
The fish and prawns continued to attack, using the opening as a breakthrough point, they struck the ship with even more force.
Kacha Kacha — —
More and more places were cracked open, and the original crack was constantly widening.
Boom — —
A loud sound rang out.
The ship split into pieces and collapsed with a loud rumble.
"Help, I'm going to die — — Help — —"
"Evil heavens, quickly stop the rain — — Stop your remarkable abilities — —"
"Don't snatch my plank, this is the plank I held onto first — —"
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The scholars and merchants on the ship wept bitterly, some begged, some cursed, but the more intelligent people had already chosen a floating object before the ship collapsed. Once the ship collapsed, they could hold onto the floating object and not sink into the river.
Although it's difficult to survive on the river shrouded in torrential rain, but — — there is still a glimmer of hope, right?
The moment the ship collapsed, Cui Zhaoren's clothes fluttered in the wind, his body soared into the air and once again appeared opposite Li Muyang.
A white-robed youngster and a black-robed Bodhisattva.
One pupil was as black as ink, while the other pupil was as red as blood.
As if they were destined to be natural opponents.
What they had in common was that they both had cold eyes.
Li Muyang's eyes were cold, filled with the vicissitudes of life and an unconcealable murderous intent.
Cui Zhaoren's eyes were also ice-cold. This was his usual attitude.
In addition to the coldness, there was more doubt and — — killing intent.
When two enemies meet on a narrow path, the brave wins.
Cui Zhaoren could already tell that this time he and Li Muyang will fight to the death.
"You're Li Muyang?" Cui Zhaoren asked in a low voice. This was not the first time he asked this question, he had already asked this question countless times in his mind.
He already knew the answer in his heart. Yes, he is Li Muyang.
However, how could he be Li Muyang?
A freshman of the kingdom already has such strength, then why did he come to Starry Sky Academy?
He was more convinced that this is not the real Li Muyang, or that the current Li Muyang is being controlled by a monster — — This is the only way to explain everything that happened in front of him.
Could it be that there's a noble creature's bloodline in his body that suddenly awakened after he was struck down into the river?
"I'm Li Muyang." Li Muyang replied in a calm voice. His voice was neither fast nor slow, and without any emotion. It sounded like — — Cui Zhaoren's voice from before.
The current Li Muyang was more like the Cui Zhaoren of the past than Cui Zhaoren.
"It seems you don't want to reveal your background?" The corners of Cui Zhaoren's mouth curved upwards, revealing a cruel sneer.
"So what if I say it? So what if I don't say it? "Li Muyang looked at Cui Zhaoren with eyes full of pity and sympathy.
He was pitying Cui Zhaoren, pitying the son of one of the strongest families in the kingdom.
Cui Zhaoren did not like the look in his eyes, and was even somewhat irritated.
"You're going to die anyway." Li Muyang licked his lips and coldly said these few words.
"Then — —" The smile on Cui Zhaoren's lips faded away. He is a serious person, but also a serious person. In a serious situation, he must do something seriously. For example, here, such as killing someone. "I think so too."
Clang — —
The sound of a sword being unsheathed.
However, by the time you heard this sound, Cui Zhaoren had already transformed into hundreds of thousands of shadows, charging towards Li Muyang suspended in the air.
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