"Oh, do you have such a genre of people? But this is what I said in my heart. It is the king of the king who came, and Ye Mo will also destroy the genre. A more indifferent voice came.

"Brother..." Ye Ling reacted first, and immediately rushed over and threw himself into Ye Mo's arms.

"Who is it?" Ye Mo saw the half face of Ye Ling's redness, and the anger immediately rushed up. At the same time, I put my hand on the face of Ye Ling. Under the infuriating operation, the blood on the face of Ye Ling went away, and the blink of an eye has recovered.

When the four saw Ye Mo, there was a horror in their eyes, because they also did not know when Ye Mo came in. However, the four of them quickly reacted and immediately divided the four corners to surround Ye Mo. In their view, Ye Mo should be in Diane now, how could it appear in Yanjing? But since he is here, don't think about leaving.

"I was playing by Lao Tzu, but I also lost two teeth. What can you do? Oh, I forgot to tell you, I also interrupted the tulip of the leaf peak. This is of course not finished, ten outside. You saw it in the coffin. There are people who kill me. I wanted to go to kill you. I didn’t expect you to come to Yanjing. Good, very good.” One of the four men was ridiculous. Said.

Ye Mo's eyes are cold, although he knows that Ye Ling is not his sister, but Ye Ling is still his sister in Ye Mo's heart, and there is no difference between him and Tang Beiwei. Now that someone is so bullied by Ye Ling, he can no longer restrain his inner anger.

"It's very good." Ye Mo's voice just fell, he had already come to the front of the short man, grabbed his ōng mouth, and raised his hand was countless slaps. The short man was caught by Ye Mo, and he was so struggling. He could only watch the slap in the face of Ye Mo.

A burst of slap in the face of a slap in the hall sounded in the hall, waiting for the three people around to react. Ye Mo has returned to Ye Ling's side again. The short man who was beaten by him was thrown to the ground by him at random, curled up and wriggles in the same place, and the discerning eye knew that the meridians in his body were burned.

The short man who was curled up on the ground had been beaten without blood, not to mention the teeth, and even turned into a skull with no ròu on his face. And Ye Mo’s palm still does not see the slightest blood, clean as if nothing has been done.

"You are looking for death..." Another man also reacted. He took a long sword and stabbed Ye. There was no sign and the speed was lightning.

"Dangdang" sounded crisp. The long sword that stabbed Ye Mo, already did not know what was cut off by Ye Mo, and landed on the ground.

Then Ye Mo’s hand flashed, the man was already in the same position, and the blood spurted out, even a few meters away from Ye Mo. No one saw what Ye Mo used to cut the long sword, and no one saw what Ye Mo used to kill. Only when a purple light flashed, after the ‘Dangdang’ sound, the man of the genre was already in the same position.

Looking at a corpse lying on the ground, there is also a dwarf with a **** that was beaten by Ye Mo. The remaining two men’s faces became pale. Ye Mo is so terrible? Has he surpassed the innate? It is not congenital to kill people who are so neat. Spike, this is definitely a spike. For a time, the two men of the genre were actually stagnant.

Ye Mo sneered aloud. "The four prefecture-level warriors in the district also dared to come here to make trouble. You can't afford to see yourself."

Ye Beirong looked at Ye Mo in a dull manner. He couldn't believe that Ye Mo was the person who went out of Ye Family, and four prefecture-level warriors in the district? God, it’s a breeze for a local-level warrior to annihilate the five Chinese families. He even said that the four prefecture-level warriors in the district. Who is this grandson of his own?

Ye Beirong had a cold war. He looked at the Ye Jiazi, who had some vomiting in the hall. He immediately ordered, "All the children of Ye Jia have all quit. There is no such thing here. Beiguang, you go out and deal with them. The aftermath of the dead family of the Ye family. Ye Hao stayed."

Finished. Ye Beirong looked at the two confessed martial artists in the face, and there was a surge in his heart. He seems to have returned to the age of war, and the blood is pouring. The prefecture-level warrior, standing in the conference hall of Ye Family, shivered. Seeing this shivering two prefectural warriors, Ye Beirong only wanted to laugh, he had a kind of pleasure to vent, but he thought of the Ye family who died last night, and his heart was a burst of sorrow.

"What do you want?" the older man said with a trepidation.

The two people still standing at this time are shaking. They only know the horror of Ye Mo, and it is no wonder that he can easily kill several people in the genre. It is also a breeze to use his strength to destroy the entire genre. When they came, they still ridiculed Ye Mo’s trepidation and forgiveness in the case of Ye’s corpse.

Seeking mercy is forgiveness. But the pursuit of mercy is not Ye Mo, but they are a combination.

After the confession was over, they provoked people who should not be provoked. They were finished, and they met such a master who had never met before. They met the murderer Ye Mo.

If they didn't come before, someone would say that Ye Jia's Ye Mou killing level master is like killing grass and mustard, they must think that the man is a fool, or that person is crazy. But now that the facts are in front of them, they understand that the world really has such a master.

Originally standing in the hidden mén era of the world, I will never return, because Ye Mo is so enchanting, unless the implicit mén's heavenly master comes out, otherwise the entire external mén will be no one is Ye Mo Opponent, he wants to destroy a mén faction is simply a breeze. He said that it is absolutely not to scare them because they want to destroy the genre, because what he said is true.

Ye Mo smiled coldly. "What do I want? You come to Yanjing to kill my brother and sister, and ask me how? You just said that Yanjing Yejia disappeared. How come you ask me?"

"How can you spare us? As long as you mention the conditions, I can help you." The remaining two faces that can talk can be ugly, and the older man who exports for mercy is just now.

Ye Moyi reached out and two fireballs flew out. The corpse on the ground and the land-level warrior still struggling immediately became a fly ash.

"Inner gas condensation?" The older man's face became paler and he had tried to overestimate Ye Mo, but now he found that his understanding of Ye Mo is not enough. The internal gas is condensed, and it is said that it can't be done innately. This young man has done it, and the genre is dying. Now he thinks that it is not a confluence, but his own safety.

"Ye predecessors, as long as the predecessors can spare me a life, I am willing to tell the predecessors to merge the mountain mén." The older man saw Ye Mo's fireball, can no longer restrain the inner panic, and even stunned Come down. When he was dying, he was not willing to die. He still had a wish. How can he die like this?

The ancient martial artists of the hidden mén are proud, but they are proud and face the same fear of death, because in this world, no one can kill their lives except for the old, but Ye Mo’s eyes can actually kill him. He, if he is given another chance, he will definitely find a place to hide for a lifetime and are not willing to come out to see Ye Mo. Now he understands that the original level is the master of the hidden mén, and death is also a very simple matter.

"Rain you? You killed so many people, let me spare you?" Ye Mo said with a cold smile.

"The people of Ye Family are not killed by me. The seniors are really not killed by me."

Sihong suddenly thought that he had not killed anyone. Maybe he could really escape his life. The desire to survive was once again urgent.

"People are killing me, take your life." The man who had never spoken, suddenly jumped up, and the long sword became Changhong, directly covering Ye Mo’s head.

If Ye Mo is still practicing three layers of gas, he can only avoid the sword and then sacrifice the flying sword to kill each other. However, Ye Mo knows that this sword is far from old. Even if he avoids it, there are still changes in the back. Maybe he will suffer before he has not sacrificed Feijian.

But now Ye Mo will not give him another chance. His flying sword is far faster than the speed of the man’s sword. When his Changhong has not yet reached Ye Mo’s body, Ye Mo’s flight The sword had cut his wrist and he was on the man's Dantian. From the man's sword, to Ye Mo kicked his dantian, the whole process is just a stop. ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ dying, it is over.

The man who was flying far away from Ye Mozhen fell to the ground and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood. He glanced at Ye Mo with his eyes and suddenly shouted. "Gong Qiu Nian, you are a beast..."

This sentence has not been finished, and he fell to the ground and died.

Shun, who was still lying on the ground, glanced at the man who had been kicked by Yan Mo to kill Dan Tian. His heart was even more frightened. For the second time, he still did not see Ye Mo cut something with him for the second time. The companion's arm, he just saw a faint glimmer of light. What made him even more impressive was Ye Mo’s foot, and he smashed his companion’s Dan Tian with one foot.

Ye Mo faintly glanced at Si Hong lying on the ground, did not speak.

Sihong couldn't stand the kind of death-like suffocation, and the trembling said: "This time I joined the squad to **** the 'blood sè coral' is the meaning of the elders, and the elders of the old age, he wants to use the 'blood sè coral' Advancement, did not expect ... actually died in the hands of the predecessors. Gong Qiu Nian is the brother of the elders of Gong Zi, he wants to avenge the elders of Gong, so, so..."

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