Strongest Abandoned Son

Just a little more relaxed, I saw a beautiful purple rainbow rushing to the side of Yiyi, and suddenly angered to the extreme. m, but at this time he has no time to say anything, because as long as there is a moment of hesitation, Yi Yi will die.

The fan 芾 芾 芾 芾 芾 芾 芾 芾 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶In front of Yi Yi.

Yi Yi only woke up at this time. This is not the peony flower that is about to bloom, but the purple rainbow that will kill him. At the same time he was cold and sweaty, he also sacrificed the same real shield.

The purple rainbow that Ye Mo's 'Zi Zi' came out has reached the limit at this time. The fierce and unrelenting momentum can even be felt by the surrounding monks, and it is impossible to step back a few times. At the same time, I was shocked by the power of the knife. This is simply a knife that does not give up.

This kind of knives is invincible. When ordinary people meet this kind of knives, their minds have been taken away. However, this knife method also has a disadvantage, that is, it is not easy to recover. Once you can't hurt your opponent, you may end up hurting yourself.

Ye Mo certainly knows the power of his own magical Huashan knife. It is a knife that has never been seen before. And this knife is silent with the determination to kill and easy to escape, after going out, even the splitting knife and mangling also converge in the smashing purple rainbow.

"Boom...hey..."

Two loud bangs sounded, and the erected shields that were rushed between the fan rushes were broken like a piece of tofu under the purple awn. At the same time, the real yuan overflowed, and the surrounding air sizzled. At this time, the purple mang has dimmed at the same time, and it will return without success.

Ye Mo was snorted and burned a bit of blood, and the real yuan and the gods skyrocketed at the same time. There is nothing left in the 'purple'. The purple mang, which had just dimmed, was once again in full bloom.

"咔嚓"

Another loud noise, the purple Hongmang once again hit a shield, but this defensive shield is not the slightest difference between the quality and the previous one, but the effect is much worse. There was no half-time to stop the purple rainbow, and it was opened by the purple rainbow.

At this time, the purple rainbow is more beautiful, and the purple eyes can't be opened. The people around him are not willing to close their eyes. The beauty is too eye-catching and people are unwilling to look away.

"puff"

The rose in the purple mans seems to be in full bloom. The beautiful feeling in this sound reached its utmost in this sound. A bright red flower blooms in the middle of the purple mang, but it quickly wither and wither.

For a moment, the purple mang disappeared completely, as if it was coming soon. And Yi Yi, who was in the middle of the bright red, has now lying on the ground without any sound. A blood red passed from his eyebrows.

The hall was completely silent at the moment, without any sound, without any movement. It was a scene of death. At this time, all the people understood what the beautiful red glaze that bloomed in the middle of Zihong was. It was the blood that bloomed under Ye Modao before the death.

The fan stagnation was sluggish, and the thunder arc sword and the purple mans sword that had besieged him at the moment had disappeared. Only his fire mirror and seven fierce short swords flew overhead.

For a long time, Fan Yi couldn’t believe it and stared at Ye Mo. He said one word at a time: "You killed Yi Er. You dare to kill Yi..."

When he said the second sentence, a blood spurted out and suddenly shouted, "I want to kill you..."

Ye Mo looked cold and cold and said: "Don't brag. You have been killing me all the time. I am still good now. Call a fart and fight."

After saying that Ye’s hand waved, an eight-footed tripod was suspended above his head.

The monks in the hall understood this at this time. It turned out that Ye Mo hit it now and even the defense magic weapon did not sacrifice. However, a monk who did not even sacrifice the defensive magic weapon, even when fighting a nine-tiered monk. Killed the disciples of the monk.

If this thing is not seen by the eyes, no one will believe it, because this is too outrageous, not a general outrageous.

Fans wiped the blood of the mouth at the moment, but calmed down. In his eyes, he flashed a murderous murder and stared at Ye Mo. "It's very good. You really have the money to scream to me. Until now, even the defensive magic weapon has not been sacrificed. I am looking down on you. I will not kill you today. Yi Er revenge, I swear to swear not to be human. Let me fantasize to see what kind of enchanting in Beiwangzhou."

The fan-sounding voice fell, and the fire-patterned mirror on the top of the head creaked, and the seven-sword daggers also spontaneously spurred a strong murder.

"Master..." Tang Mengxi's disciple, Yue Hao, looked at Ye Mo with horror. She couldn't think of a young monk who was so young, but could still suppress the fan, which made her feel incredible.

"Fan brother, I think, this is not a place to fight. Besides, Yi Yi’s teacher killed Ye Mo’s friend Li Qishan in Feihai...” Tang Mengxi saw that they had to fight and immediately persuaded him. At the same time, I waved my hand and let my disciples not talk.

"Ha ha ha ha..." Fan screamed, but his face was half-smiling. Just after laughing, he said with his finger, Ye Mo: "I am a squad, killing my disciple, I will not kill him." Revenge, I don’t have to come out again after fanning. What is Li Qishan, and I dare to compare it with my disciples."

Ye Mo sneered and said: "I just killed a garbage. Do you need to die like you? Oh, is that Yi Yi is your illegitimate son?"

"The profit of the tongue is only a matter of words." After the fan sang finished, no more nonsense, the seven short swords on the top of the head quickly swung up, bringing a sword circle visible to the naked eye, and the sword circle was still slowly expanding.

"Sword field?" Tang Mengxi saw this outstretched sword circle and said with amazement. She didn't think about it for a few years, and she even had a sword in the sword field.

The formation of the sword domain is much more difficult than the formation of the true meta domain. If the kendo reaches a certain level, the sword domain can be formed. Moreover, Tang Mengxi also knows that the monks who can form the sword field are generally martial arts monks, and the swords are displayed. The seven short swords like the fan can also form the sword field. It can only be said that his progress is too great.

Ye Mo looked at the sword circle that fanned out the seven small swords, but did not care. Even the ‘紫銊’ in his hand was not sacrificed, just took out a clean white cloth.

No one knows what Ye Mo is doing with white cloth at this time. His opponent's sword field has come out. He is still not so nervous. Tang Mengxi also admire Ye Mo.

Fan Yi did not understand what Ye Mo took out with a white cloth. Ye Mo raised the white cloth in his hand and said to the fan. "You have to fight with me, but you have to wait a little."

After saying that Ye Mo picked up the white cloth and wiped the kitchen knife magic weapon on his hand, after wiping it, it was a hand raised a flame to burn out the white cloth in his hand, and then lifted the 'purple' in his hand. I read and said: "I just killed a garbage and dirty my knife. I wiped it clean for a long time. Ok, now I can do it."

The people around him suddenly became dumb, and then they realized that Ye Mo was insulting the fan. Fan Yi just said that Ye Mo’s friend named Li Qishan could not compare with his disciple. The family immediately said that his disciple had killed his knife.

The discerning monk can see clearly. Just now Ye Mo’s knife did not touch Yi Yi at all, and it was the knife of the knife in his hand that killed Yi Yi.

The sullen face is blue, and he knows that he wants to talk about sarcasm. He is no better than Ye Mo, and he simply stops talking. The real yuan rushes into the fire mirror and the seven-star sword.

The rest of the monks in the hall have retreated, and they see that they have to fight again. No one wants to be affected by the scope of the two fights.

At this time, a burst of rumble came, and everyone’s feet began to vibrate, as if the place where they stood next time would collapse.

Ground crack? All the monks on the scene thought of these two words. Once the ground cracks, it means that it will be swallowed by the cracks at any time. Don't say that the **** of the gods is a monk, and once it is deep, it is also dangerous.

The general deep cracking is not only to bury the monks in the depths of the ground, but also to contain space cracks and space storms. Once caught in the space crack, there is no way to wait for death. What's more, even if there is no such thing, once it is buried thousands of times deep underground, it is difficult to climb out, and it is possible to die underground.

So when the sound of rumbling sounded under the soles of the feet, the fans who were eager to kill Ye Mo had put away the magic weapon. Killing Ye Mo is not in a hurry, he wants to get the things inside the six **** of light before he escapes in the ground.

The two sacred monks seem to know that there is no hope of staying in this hall. Together with the ground crack, they immediately rushed to the entrance and wanted to escape. It’s just that the two men just rushed into the channel, tearing the two men apart from the space winds that were dozens of times stronger.

When the gods of Tang Mengxi and Fan Yi swept, they all showed a dignified look.

The third veteran monk walked to the door and saw that the two false **** monks were torn back by the space wind blade, but immediately wanted to return, but one of his feet stretched out inexplicably disappeared.

"Space crack..."

There is no layman here, apparently knowing that this monk lost some of his feet inexplicably because of space cracks.

If space wind blade is able to escape by virtue of its own ability, there is no second way to meet the crack in space. Unless you can be strong enough to tear the space, but where can this master be the real world? It was the entire Luoyue mainland, and I only heard of a Chu Jiuyu.

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......<> The fan 芾 just relaxed a little, I saw a beautiful purple rainbow 劈 to the side of the easy to escape, suddenly angry to the extreme. But at this time he had no time to say anything, because as long as there was a moment of hesitation, Yi Yi would die.

The fan 芾 芾 芾 芾 芾 芾 芾 芾 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶In front of Yi Yi.

Yi Yi only woke up at this time. This is not the peony flower that is about to bloom, but the purple rainbow that will kill him. At the same time he was cold and sweaty, he also sacrificed the same real shield.

The purple rainbow that Ye Mo's 'Zi Zi' came out has reached the limit at this time. The fierce and unrelenting momentum can even be felt by the surrounding monks, and it is impossible to step back a few times. At the same time, I was shocked by the power of the knife. This is simply a knife that does not give up.

This kind of knives is invincible. When ordinary people meet this kind of knives, their minds have been taken away. However, this knife method also has a disadvantage, that is, it is not easy to recover. Once you can't hurt your opponent, you may end up hurting yourself.

Ye Mo certainly knows the power of his own magical Huashan knife. It is a knife that has never been seen before. And this knife is silent with the determination to kill and easy to escape, after going out, even the splitting knife and mangling also converge in the smashing purple rainbow.

"Boom...hey..."

Two loud bangs sounded, and the erected shields that were rushed between the fan rushes were broken like a piece of tofu under the purple awn. At the same time, the real yuan overflows. The surrounding air sizzled. At this time, the purple mang has dimmed at the same time, and it will return without success.

Ye Mo was snorted, and after burning a bit of blood, the real yuan and the gods were skyrocketing at the same time, and nothing left was injected into the 'purple'. The purple mang, which had just dimmed, was once again in full bloom.

"咔嚓"

Another loud noise, the purple Hongmang once again hit a shield, but this defensive shield is not the slightest difference between the quality and the previous one, but the effect is much worse. There was no half-time to stop the purple rainbow, and it was opened by the purple rainbow.

At this time, the purple rainbow is more beautiful. The purple mans eyes can't be opened. The people around him are not willing to close their eyes. The beauty is too eye-catching and people are unwilling to look away.

"puff"

The rose in the purple mangling seems to be in full bloom, and the beautiful feeling in this sound has reached its limit. A bright red flower blooms in the middle of the purple mang. But it quickly withered and withered.

For a moment, the purple mang disappeared completely, as if it was coming soon. And Yi Yi, who was in the middle of the bright red, was lying on the ground without a sound, and a blood red passed through his eyebrows.

The hall was completely silent at the moment, without any sound, without any movement. It was a scene of death. At this time, all the people understood what the beautiful red glaze that bloomed in the middle of Zihong was. It was the blood that bloomed under Ye Modao before the death.

The fan stagnation was sluggish, and the thunder arc sword and the purple mans sword that had besieged him at the moment had disappeared. Only his fire mirror and seven fierce short swords flew overhead.

For a long time, Fan Yi was afraid to stare at Ye Mo. Word by word: "You killed Yi Er. You dare to kill Yi..."

When he said the second sentence, a blood spurted out and suddenly shouted, "I want to kill you..."

Ye Mo looked cold and cold and said: "Don't brag, you have been killing me. I am still good now. Call a fart, hit it."

After saying that Ye’s hand waved, an eight-footed tripod was suspended above his head.

The monk in the hall realized at this time that it was not even sacrificed by Ye Mo to fight even the defensive magic weapon. However, there is no such thing as a defensive magic weapon. When he was fighting a nine-tiered monk, he killed the disciple of the monk.

If this thing is not seen by the eyes, no one will believe it, because this is too outrageous, not a general outrageous.

Fans wiped the blood of the mouth at the moment, but calmed down. In his eyes, he flashed a murderous murder and stared at Ye Mo. "It's very good. You really have the money to scream to me. Until now, even the defensive magic weapon has not been sacrificed. I am looking down on you. I will not kill you today. Yi Er revenge, I swear to swear not to be human. Let me fantasize to see what kind of enchanting in Beiwangzhou."

The fan-sounding voice fell, and the fire-patterned mirror on the top of the head creaked, and the seven-sword daggers also spontaneously spurred a strong murder.

"Master..." Tang Mengxi's disciple, Yue Hao, looked at Ye Mo with horror. She couldn't think of a young monk who was so young, but could still suppress the fan, which made her feel incredible.

"Fan brother, I think, this is not a place to fight. Besides, Yi Yi’s teacher killed Ye Mo’s friend Li Qishan in Feihai...” Tang Mengxi saw that they had to fight and immediately persuaded him. At the same time, I waved my hand and let my disciples not talk.

"Ha ha ha ha..." Fan screamed, but his face was half-smiling. Just after laughing, he said with his finger, Ye Mo: "I am a squad, killing my disciple, I will not kill him." Revenge, I don’t have to come out again after fanning. What is Li Qishan, and I dare to compare it with my disciples."

Ye Mo sneered and said: "I just killed a garbage. Do you need to die like you? Oh, is that Yi Yi is your illegitimate son?"

"The profit of the tongue is only a matter of words." After the fan sang finished, no more nonsense, the seven short swords on the top of the head quickly swung up, bringing a sword circle visible to the naked eye, and the sword circle was still slowly expanding.

"Sword field?" Tang Mengxi saw this outstretched sword circle and said with amazement. She didn't think about it for a few years, and she even had a sword in the sword field.

The formation of the sword domain is much more difficult than the formation of the true meta domain. If the kendo reaches a certain level, the sword domain can be formed. Moreover, Tang Mengxi also knows that the monks who can form the sword field are generally martial arts monks, and the swords are displayed. The seven short swords like the fan can also form the sword field. It can only be said that his progress is too great.

Ye Mo looked at the sword circle that fanned out the seven small swords, but did not care. Even the ‘紫銊’ in his hand was not sacrificed, just took out a clean white cloth.

No one knows what Ye Mo is doing with white cloth at this time. His opponent's sword field has come out. He is still not so nervous. Tang Mengxi also admire Ye Mo.

Fan Yi did not understand what Ye Mo took out with a white cloth. Ye Mo raised the white cloth in his hand and said to the fan. "You have to fight with me, but you have to wait a little."

After saying that Ye Mo picked up the white cloth and wiped the kitchen knife magic weapon on his hand, after wiping it, it was a hand raised a flame to burn out the white cloth in his hand, and then lifted the 'purple' in his hand. I read and said: "I just killed a garbage and dirty my knife. I wiped it clean for a long time. Ok, now I can do it."

The people around him suddenly became dumb, and then they realized that Ye Mo was insulting the fan. Fan Yi just said that Ye Mo’s friend named Li Qishan could not compare with his disciple. The family immediately said that his disciple had killed his knife.

The discerning monk can see clearly. Just now Ye Mo’s knife did not touch Yi Yi at all, and it was the knife of the knife in his hand that killed Yi Yi.

The sullen face is blue, and he knows that he wants to talk about sarcasm. He is no better than Ye Mo, and he simply stops talking. The real yuan rushes into the fire mirror and the seven-star sword.

The rest of the monks in the hall have retreated, and they see that they have to fight again. No one wants to be affected by the scope of the two fights.

At this time, a burst of rumble came, and everyone’s feet began to vibrate, as if the place where they stood next time would collapse.

Ground crack? All the monks on the scene thought of these two words. Once the ground cracks, it means that it will be swallowed by the cracks at any time. Don't say that the **** of the gods is a monk, and once it is deep, it is also dangerous.

The general deep cracking is not only to bury the monks in the depths of the ground, but also to contain space cracks and space storms. Once caught in the space crack, there is no way to wait for death. What's more, even if there is no such thing, once it is buried thousands of times deep underground, it is difficult to climb out, and it is possible to die underground.

So when the sound of rumbling sounded under the soles of the feet, the fans who were eager to kill Ye Mo had put away the magic weapon. Killing Ye Mo is not in a hurry, he wants to get the things inside the six **** of light before he escapes in the ground.

The two imaginary monks seem to know that there is no hope of staying in this hall~www.wuxiaspot.com~ plus the ground crack, immediately rushed to the entrance and wanted to escape. It’s just that the two men just rushed into the channel, tearing the two men apart from the space winds that were dozens of times stronger.

When the gods of Tang Mengxi and Fan Yi swept, they all showed a dignified look.

The third veteran monk walked to the door and saw that the two false **** monks were torn back by the space wind blade, but immediately wanted to return, but one of his feet stretched out inexplicably disappeared.

"Space crack..."

There is no layman here, apparently knowing that this monk lost some of his feet inexplicably because of space cracks.

If space wind blade is able to escape by virtue of its own ability, there is no second way to meet the crack in space. Unless you can be strong enough to tear the space, but where can this master be the real world? It was the entire Luoyue mainland, and I only heard of a Chu Jiuyu.

(The fourth is sent, the monthly ticket is better than I am diligently compensated, please give a monthly ticket to the friends, go up!)

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