Chapter 1242 Fighting (7)

The people around felt the power surging from Huli's body, and they were so pressed that they couldn't even utter a word, they could only stare at the two people on the ring in dumbfounded.

Muran's expression became more and more anxious, but unfortunately, it was already too late...

The moment he was about to get in front of Huli, Huli's power exploded, sweeping towards Yun Luofeng like a hurricane.

boom!

The strong explosion resounded throughout the arena, so that the arena was blown into a pile of ruins.

Muran stopped in his tracks, staring at the smoky arena in astonishment, an angry flame rose from his body, his red eyes turned to Huli: "Huli, do you know how serious the attack is? This girl is The person I like, how dare you kill him?

Hu Li was also dumbfounded.

He originally thought that Yun Luofeng could escape this catastrophe, but who knew, she couldn't escape?

how so……

His original intention was not to kill this woman, he just didn't want to lose at her hands.

"Miss Yun!"

An Zihao cried out anxiously, and two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes: "Miss, it's our fault, we've dragged her down..."

In the beginning, if it wasn't because they offended Wang Mujing, Yun Luofeng wouldn't have had an enmity with Wang Mujing, Wang Yizhi wouldn't have made things difficult for her, and she wouldn't have beaten Wang Yizhi in public...

In this way, the next thing will not happen.

For a moment, feelings of self-blame and guilt filled An Zihao's heart, making his heart tremble.

"Hahaha!"

Wang Mujing laughed wildly, and the laughter was maniacal: "She is dead, she is finally dead! This woman offended me, and the end will never be easy!"

An Zihao heard Wang Mujing's laughter, his eyes became like jackals, and he turned to Wang Mujing angrily.

"shut up!"

Wang Mujing sneered: "Little bastard, who are you yelling at? Without Yun Luofeng to support you, you are just a bunch of trash! Hahaha!"

These words caused An Zihao's suppressed emotions to explode instantly. He threw himself at Wang Mujing in a rage, and bit his shoulder fiercely.

"Ah!" Wang Mujing screamed, "Quick, help me get rid of this little bastard!"

For a moment, the people around rushed to pull An Zihao away, trying to pull him away from Wang Mujing's body.

However, An Zihao tightly bit Wang Mujing's shoulder, refusing to let go.

"Little bastard!" Wang Yizhi's eyes turned cold, and he slapped An Zihao's shoulder with his palm. Suddenly, his body flew out like a kite with a broken string, and fell fiercely into the crowd.

At the same time, a piece of flesh was torn off Wang Mujing's shoulder, bleeding profusely.

"Hit me, kill this little bastard!"

Because of Wang Yizhi's relationship, Wang Mujing often followed a group of followers. Now that they heard the anger, those followers quickly stepped forward, punching and kicking An Zihao who was lying on the ground.

An Zihao curled up into a ball in pain and remained silent.

"Brother Zihao!" Little Lolita's eyes were filled with crystal clear tears, but she never let the tears fall. She pushed aside the crowd and wanted to rush to An Zihao.

Unexpectedly, a foot stretched out from the side and tripped her.

"Little thing, you'd better be quiet," Wang Mujing walked up to little Lolita while pressing his bleeding shoulder, lifted her up, and said with a sinister smile, "An Zihao must be dead. , Yun Luofeng is already dead, you should go with me!"