The King of Zhennan, who heard this voice, felt unhappy and turned around and looked back.

At some point, a woman in a fiery red robe had already landed on the stage.

His tall figure is taller than him, with long hair tied behind him casually. He looks very handsome, with a thin waist, and there is no fat at all. This is especially eye-catching, especially his long legs.

The lazy and casual expression on the woman's face was very different from the tense atmosphere present. At this time, she was walking towards King Zhennan with an impatient look on her face.

King Zhennan was already very angry at this time. It was the second time that someone had asked him to stop. Now, no matter what, he had to kill this disciple of the Demon-Slaying Pavilion today, otherwise he would have no place to expel the anger in his heart. More importantly, if he didn't kill him, he would be even more insatiable.

So when he saw this woman, he only treated her as if she was just the young man, and then spoke directly to her: "Get out!"

But unexpectedly, the answer to him was a dull sound, as if a winter melon fell directly to the ground and was smashed.

But it seemed that he could no longer hear the sound.

But the guards on the stage, the people below, Yang Yi and Beiyin all heard it.

It made everyone stunned for a moment.

Because they just saw with their own eyes that the woman slowly walked to the King of Zhennan with an impatient look on her face, slowly raised her fist and banged her towards him.

After the punch fell, the King of Zhennan was no longer ashamed. To put it bluntly, he didn't even have a head.

The moment the woman swung her fist, a trace of golden flame was wrapped in her fist. Then when she touched the King of Zhennan, his head disappeared.

King Zhennan's head was not blown by this punch, but was burned to pieces by the golden flames mixed on his fist, leaving no hair behind.

The original place was only a body without a head. The parts below the neck were intact, and the air at the fracture was very flat.

What makes people wonder is that King Zhennan is already a master of the magic phase. When the woman appeared and approached him and then took action, he did not choose to dodge. This scene made people feel very strange.

After the woman withdrew her fist, she blew a breath on her fist, and the golden flames surrounding her fist instantly dissipated.

His expression was very cold, and it seemed that he had just done something very ordinary.

At this time, she turned to look at Yang Yi who was already slumped on the ground, pointed at the headless body with a puzzled look and asked, "Who is this person? Why are you so rude?"

After a long time, Yang Yi said weakly: "When he has a head, he is called King Zhennan."

"Is anyone calling this name?"

Xiang Furong couldn't help but widen her eyes and asked in confusion.

"Master, do you think it's possible that the King of Zhennan is just a title?"

Yang Yi sighed and said

In fact, when he heard Zheng Tianlin want to kill him by the moat, he crushed the jade paper and summoned his master Xiang Furong.

Because Zheng Tianlin was not a fool, he actually led him here to kill him, so his strength to kill him would definitely be higher than Yang Yi, otherwise it would not be enough to kill Yang Yi.

The moment before figuring out the situation the enemy was doing, Yang Yi sent out the distress signal as fast as possible.

But this is not a transmission service. Even if you receive a message from Furong, it will take a certain amount of time to arrive immediately.

So he intended to delay time, but Zheng Tianlin did not give him any chance and directly asked Master Wolf to launch an attack on him.

Thanks to the powerful power of Haoran's sword, Master Wolf does not have to face Xiang Furong. From some perspectives, Master Wolf probably has to say thank you to Yang Yi.

The next thing changed very quickly. As soon as Master Wolf died, the little prince immediately fled, full of Yang Yi's pursuit, and then came here and was surrounded and killed by King Zhennan.

It's a bit long, but these things just happen between a few breaths.

So when Xiang Furong came, he happened to encounter the King of Zhennan who wanted to kill Yang Yi.

Yang Yi just now gave up his sword and saw the arrival of his master.

Otherwise, he would try his best to delay the time.

Beiyin also played a crucial role in this matter, otherwise Yang Yi would not have been able to delay Xiang Furong's appearance.

Every word Yang Yi and King Zhennan said was actually a reduction of the vitality of King Zhennan, but King Zhennan did not discover it at that time.

Looking at the headless body standing, Yang Yi couldn't help but feel a little moved.

I am waiting for my master to arrive, what are you waiting for?

He is a royal family, hereditary throne, and a powerful man in the Dharma Realm. Xiang Furong came here without even asking questions, and killed him with one punch. This time, it was far beyond everyone present's expectations.

"Oh, I understand, you said he is the prince."

Xiang Furong clapped her hands at this time, still looking indifferent.

Even though she knew the other party’s true identity, she didn’t feel any concern, and her tone didn’t matter.

And this sentence came out of her mouth, why did it feel as disgusting as if she had eaten a fly?

The people present couldn't help but complain.

At this time, Xiang Furong did not feel that she was in the center of ten thousand people, nor did she care about the gazes that everyone was cast.

He walked slowly towards Yang Yi, and the guards from the surrounding royal palace made way for her, and they did not dare to take action at all, so they could only keep retreating.

Beiyin, who was so powerful that he could not get up just now, jumped up and stood up.

He came to the center of the stage and complained to the headless body: "I told you just now that it depends on my face, right? But you didn't listen. This is the end of you not giving me face."

After complaining, he immediately turned around and followed Xiang Furong and said in a flattering manner: "Xiang Furong, Uncle Xiang! You are really amazing. What I admire about you is that you are promising."

After Xiang Furong checked Yang Yi's injury, he glanced at Beiyin and asked, "You are also a disciple of the Demon-Slaying Pavilion. Which mountain gate do you belong to?"

"I……"

Beiyin blurted out without hesitation after hearing this question, but he stopped again when he put the words to his mouth.

"It doesn't matter which mountain gate I am. What's important is that Yang Yi and Yuwu Sect are the best friends. I have always believed that the leader of Yuwu Sect, Xiang Furong, and Uncle Xiang are the one with the strongest combat power among the 36 sects of the Demon-Slaying Pavilion."

After hearing Beijing's bragging, Xiang Furong smiled and said, "Okay, remember what you said, go back and help me go to Zhanyao Pavilion to promote it."

"That's a must."

He heard that he patted his chest and then looked worried, "Uncle Xiang is a prince of his size. No matter how you ask, what's going on? Just kill him. Is this okay?"

After hearing this, Furong frowned and her face turned a little ugly.
Chapter completed!