Painting the Ruthless Tyrant of the Rivers and Lakes

Suddenly, there was a wave of air on the ground, and Zhang Zifan's skull and brain were shattered, bleeding from his seven orifices, and he died tragically on the spot.

"No," Xu Huan cried, and fell to the ground in despair.

Zhu Youwen smiled in his heart, Li Siyuan, you selfish guy, you really did not disappoint me, killing Zhang Zifan also relieved my worries, it is really wonderful.

He helped Xu Huan up, and pretended: "Huan Niang, I'm sorry, I was a step late, then Li Siyuan is too cruel."

Xu Huan threw himself into his arms, and burst into tears. She knew that it was not Zhu Youwen's fault, everything was fate.

"Cry, after crying, you will forget the pain," Zhu Youwen comforted.

Everyone in Huanyinfang was shocked by this situation, and Miao Chengtian said: "I recognized a thief as my father in 18 years, and now I am killed by Li Siyuan, it is really a tragedy in the world."

"This Tongwen Museum is really inhumane, and it will be a disaster if it stays in the world," Duo Wentian said angrily.

The empress pursed her red lips lightly, without saying a word, she knew in her heart that this was what Zhu Youwen wanted to see, this man was very cunning.

Such a heroic character can only succeed in this chaotic world. Under his control, the Xuan Ming Sect may have a big impact on Huanyinfang.

She had to plan ahead and be on guard all the time.

Li Siyuan laughed sharply, "One piece of trash," and kicked Zhang Zifan's body aside, wanting to continue to escape.

It's just that this was a delay, and Zhong Xiaokui chased him up, "Li Siyuan, take your life."

"Mingshui Palm," a pitch-black and gloomy palm, with a strong killing intent hidden, fiercely hit Li Siyuan.

"The Most Holy Universe."

Li Siyuan crossed his hands and channeled enough qi to form a shield, trying to block Zhong Xiaokui's Mingshui palm.

Snapped!

The zhenqi shield was broken in an instant, Li Siyuan took three steps back in shock, and Zhong Xiaokui's next palm followed like a shadow.

The embarrassed Li Siyuan had no choice but to fight in a hurry, the two of them fought anxiously, rubble and dust scattered all around, it was impossible to tell the winner for a while.

Zhong Xiaokui's Mingshui Palm is derived from the Jiuyou Xuantian Divine Art, which is inferior to Li Siyuan's Supreme Saint Qiankun Art, but at the moment she has lost her temper, and her skill has reached the peak of the Great Heaven, which is also superior to Li Siyuan.

The two fought each other, but it was inseparable.

Li Siyuan became more and more courageous as he fought, and said sinisterly: "The skill you got in exchange for going mad will not last long after all," he slapped again, Zhong Xiaokui hurriedly fought, but was sent flying.

When she fell to the ground, she was injured and bled, and most of the true energy in her body was vented in an instant, and she was no longer able to fight anymore.

The zhenqi flowed turbulently, the meridians were damaged, the whole body was in excruciating pain, and it was extremely difficult to even move a finger, Zhong Xiaokui felt a wave of despair in his heart.

Could it be that Li Siyuan couldn't be killed?

At this moment, Zhu Youwen rushed over and hugged Zhong Xiaokui into his arms, as if in despair, casting new hope.

"Your Majesty, Xiaokui is useless, I can't kill Li Siyuan for you," Zhong Xiaokui regretted.

"Silly boy, what you've done is good enough, don't talk yet," Zhu Youwen felt distressed for a while, and pressed his hands on Zhong Xiaokui's mouth, which was extremely soft, but he didn't think about it at all.

The pure yin qi of Jiuyou Xuantian Divine Art was continuously injected into Zhong Xiaokui's body. This yin qi has the same source as Mingshui Palm, but it helps him straighten out his true qi and stabilize his injury.

Zhong Xiaokui blushed a little, the way the king healed someone was really gentle.

Zhu Youwen shook his head, "Concentrate on controlling your true qi, don't think about it, I will love you even more in the future, but Xiaokui must be fine."

"Well, Xiaokui knows it's wrong," Zhong Xiaokui lowered her head, feeling a burning sensation in her heart, extremely moved.

Wang is so kind to me, Xiaokui chose him, it was the most correct decision in this life.

Lu Linxuan looked on and was jealous, but thinking of Zhong Xiaokui's desperate appearance just now, he felt very distressed, and even found a wound medicine to take for her.

Li Siyuan glanced at Zhu Youwen, "At this time, this guy has developed a relationship with his son and daughter. It's just right, I can take this opportunity to escape."

Immediately, he didn't linger any longer, turned around and fled, but he was shocked when he took half a step.

"Li Siyuan, your life is mine, shall I let you go?"

Zhu Youwen's stern cry, as if in his ears, made him turn pale with shock.

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Chapter 44 The Joking Empress (for collection)

"You..." Li Siyuan was shocked, looking at Zhu Youwen who flashed to the front in an instant, his heart trembled, the speed was so fast.

At the same time, the two daughters Chang Xuanling and Xu Huan also surrounded him with thunderbolts in their hands.

"Holy Master of Tongwen Museum? Today is your death sacrifice," Chang Xuanling said.

Xu Huan's eyes were swollen like round apricots, and she wanted to kill Li Siyuan to avenge her son.

"Death." Zhu Youwen shot directly, not giving Li Siyuan a chance to escape.

"You want to kill me? If I die, I'll be backed," Li Siyuan was furious, desperately resisting, pushing the most holy Qiankun kung fu to the limit.

Zhu Youwen was in charge of the main attack, and the two daughters assisted at the side. Li Siyuan was like a trapped beast fighting, gradually exhausted.

In the attic, Miao Chengtian said in shock: "I'm afraid Li Siyuan will die."

"It doesn't matter if he is dead, it can weaken the strength of the Tongwen Museum," Yang Yantian said.

The Empress observed Zhu Youwen carefully, and said secretly: "This is the complete Jiuyou Xuantian Divine Art, no wonder it is so powerful."

Finally, Li Siyuan's scalp became numb from the shock, his internal energy was completely emptied, and he staggered and fell to the ground.