Kars knocked Ye Wentian back five meters with one punch, but Ye Wentian smashed Kars in the stomach with one punch, and Kars also used spiritual skills, who wins and who loses will be decided!

Who would have thought that Ye Wentian's defense would be so strong! Who would have thought that Ye Wentian's strength would be so strong! No one would have thought that Qian Mancang would not have thought of it, the two Spirit Saints had not thought of it, the onlookers had not thought of it, and even Kacha and them had not thought of it either. This power is already bordering on perversion.

This time the silence was unusually long, and it took a full three minutes for everyone to digest the facts before them, and all kinds of exclamations and screams erupted.

At this moment, I don't know how many young people are envious and jealous of Ip Mantian, I don't know how many women who have not left the pavilion have a rippling heart, and I don't know how many married women have the idea of red apricots coming out of the wall.

"Ah, you dare to hurt me, I am a major of the Third Army of the Eternal Night, you are going to die, I will not die with you!" Kars clutched his stomach and his hands were covered in blood, his facial features were distorted and deformed, and the hatred in his eyes was enough to scorch ten cities.

The Spirit Saint of the Demon Martial Palace's face was cold, his robe was bulging, revealing a strong murderous intent, while Qian Mancang quietly retreated.

Ye Wentian stepped on Kars's face and sneered: "You will soon be a dead man, what are you talking about and I will not die? Why do you think I will spare your life? Have you forgotten our bet?"

Kars's face froze, and then he suddenly hissed, "Vis save me, I can't die here!"

Amazingly, the Spirit Saint of the Demon Martial Hall suddenly withdrew his killing intention, and said coldly: "I will die, I deserve to die." After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait, who gave you permission to leave? and you, full of money!" Ye Wentian raised his voice.

The Demon Martial Temple Spirit St. Vesley also ignored it: "It's up to you, and you're not worthy of stopping me." ”

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from the crowd: "He is not qualified, so what about me?" Everyone heard the voice, only to see that the crowd on the right automatically moved out of a way, and a tall and thin middle-aged man in a moon-white robe walked over, and his slightly white sword eyebrows flew obliquely into his temples, revealing a green pine-like rebelliousness and sword-like sharpness.

"President Li!" Ye Wentian said in surprise.

"Taibai Supreme!" Most of the people around him were clever, and they knelt down in an uproar, only the core figures of the big family sect didn't need to kneel, but they all bowed and didn't dare to face it.

The supreme arrived, and 10,000 people knelt down!

Qian Mancang's face changed suddenly, and he was forced to retreat, he couldn't imagine that he would die, and he actually summoned Li Mubai, the killing god. He suddenly recalled the scene where Qin Jiushao, Li Mubai and Chu Nange personally greeted him on the day of Ye Wentian's high-profile return, and he suddenly regretted it in his heart, and he wanted to slap himself.

Weiss was blocked by Li Mubai, his face changed slightly, his eyes were slightly cold, and his tone was a little weak: "Ten steps to kill Li Mubai! What are you stopping me for?"

"Stop you, naturally kill you!" Li Mubai's words made everyone silent, this Taibai killing god is really worthy of its reputation, it is too direct.

"I didn't hurt anyone and I didn't break the law, why did you kill me! And I'm a person from the Demon Martial Palace, you'd better ......" It's a pity that his words haven't finished speaking, but his expression suddenly froze, a line of blood appeared on his face, his body cracked from it, and the raging blood seemed to be discharged by a layer of invisible force, and not a drop touched Li Mubai's clothes.

In addition to shock, he was still shocked, even Ye Wentian was no exception, with his true eye, he didn't see how Li Mubai made a move, when he made a move, only to see a flash of white light in a trance, and then Weiss burped.

"I kill someone, do I still need a reason?" Li Mubai stepped over Weis's corpse, walked in front of Ye Wentian and said with a smile, "Why don't you invite me when Tianbao Pavilion opens?" I'm still going to give you an inscription!"

"Ahaha, my fault my fault, I didn't want to bother you. I'll personally set you up for the wine in a while!" Ye Wentian smiled dryly, but he was very moved in his heart, Li Mubai could come at this time, he must have come to help him out after hearing the news.

"Punish another poem!" Li Mubai said in detail.

"By all means, let me finish this matter. "Ip Man Tiandao.

Li Mubai is a vigorous and resolute person, and when he heard Shiwendeng, he couldn't wait, so he raised his hand casually, and the invisible force captured Qian Mancang and pulled it back, and Kars was also thrown heavily in the middle of the road.

"You two, hurry up and kill yourself, I'm in a hurry!" Li Mubai's short words were crisp and neat, as if he was saying something very ordinary and deserved, but everyone who knelt on the ground was cold, and the big people in the inner circle were also frequently wiping cold sweat.

"I don't accept it, my son is dead, don't I even have the right to find out the truth of the matter...... Ahh

"What about you?" Li Mubai's sword-like gaze fell on Kars's body.

Kars trembled like a sieve, and his memory kept recalling the deeds of Li Mubai who became famous, killing one person in ten steps with a Taibai sword, and not leaving a line for thousands of miles.

"Ye Wentian, the Eternal Night Empire will not let you go, and when you are expelled from the top of the sun and moon in six months, it will be when you die and have no place to be buried!" Kars stared at Ye Wentian with blood-red eyes and resentment, and suddenly waved his palm like a knife on his neck, only to hear a snort, blood burst out from the broken neck, and the big head rolled to Ye Wentian's feet.

Ye Wentian snorted and raised his foot to step on Kars's head: "It will definitely not be me who will be expelled from the top of the sun and moon in six months, but unfortunately you can't see it anymore." ”

Two Spirit Saints, one in half, one beheaded himself, and two corpses fell beside Qian Mancang, and pools of blood soaked through his luxurious robes in an instant.

"Ye Wentian, Uncle Ye, Ancestor Ye. I was wrong, I shouldn't have given birth to a brute son, I shouldn't have paid a lot of attention to my niece, and I shouldn't have tried to harm you, I already know that I was wrong, please let me live, give me a chance to reform and be a new person! I can give you all my inheritance, I just ask you to go around me once, please, please let me go!" Qian Mancang changed his previous insidious viciousness, and suddenly knelt in a pool of blood and cried, his voice was extremely sad and sincere.

"Don't pretend, I don't know who you are? It's just a matter of cutting off your tail to save your life, do you think I can't see it? If you sincerely repent, you won't come to me for trouble today, and you won't insult me and Qian Duoduo's reputation on the street for a long time, it's not a pity for you to die like garbage!" Ye Wentian said in a heavy voice, "Indulging in evil is doing evil, you better go to the Netherworld to repent." ”

Ye Wentian was just about to make a move, Qian Mancang suddenly burst out, his violent spiritual power rose seventy inches, seven spirit rings rose, and his face distorted and pounced: "Then let's die together!"

Everyone was shocked, a spirit saint desperately erupted was quite terrifying!

Li Mubai waved his sleeves impatiently, and then pulled Ye Wentian and walked inside: "You can be exempted from drinking to make amends, and you can't wait for poetry!"

Qian Mancang, who was in a state of explosion, held back like a deflated ball, cracked in half and fell to the ground with a click.

The deathly silence of the ten-mile-long street.

(Congratulations on the birth of the first helmsman)