Chapter 363: Fat Man Mo Ye

The fat man was dressed in a plain robe, with a fat head and big ears, and he was also extremely young, just twenty-five years old, and unexpectedly pressed his neck with a sword on the other party, and dared to shout, "You Mo Ye Master was born only to kneel to the ground and kneel to the sky and kneel to his parents, and there is the sect and the master, what are you? If you want to kill, you can kill, and the master will not blink." 【】”

"It's a hard mouth!" the sword-wielding monk moved.

Disheveled!

Another overseas monk flashed, and he released the domineering palm power of the Divine Ghost Realm, slapping the fat man Mo Ye on the ground with one palm, and he still threw himself on the ground head-on.

"Poof!"

Shot the master, grabbed a real sword, and without waiting for the fat man Mo Xie to turn around, the real sword stabbed out, but the direction of the kill was not an important part, but the back.

Blood flowed out of the fat man Mo Ye's back, he actually grabbed the soil with both hands, and his back was marked by the other party's bloody wounds, but he still didn't say a word, and he didn't kowtow and beg for mercy as he imagined.

In just a few breaths, the fat man Mo Ye's back was already covered with irregular sword wounds, and pieces of flesh and blood were turned over, which was unbearable to see, and Mo Xie was also stabbed on the top of his head while struggling.

The master holding the spirit sword before laughed loudly, "Don't beg for mercy?" We are all pirates on weekdays, killing people like hemp, you fall into our hands, only obedient, if you are not obedient, the end will be miserable, and the Wuji Sect is destroyed, and you high-level powerhouses also take care of each other and run away, who will care about you?"

Mo Xie choked on blood, and a sword mouth above his left eyebrow was also oozing blood, "Begging for mercy?"

"Mo Xie still doesn't beg for mercy, life is the first, death is nothing. ”

The one next to him knelt down at the same door and persuaded the fat man Mo Xie.

"Yes, if you want to die, we don't want to die, you have offended all the masters, but it has affected us, you have to die far away, okay?"

The other kneeling down as a disciple of the Wuji Sect even glared at Mo Xie with resentment, not having any sympathy for his fellow disciples, wishing that he would die.

The master holding the real sword, the sword blade and the fat man Mo Ye's blood is dripping, "This dead pig is interesting, haha, I also left a big pig on your back with a sword, you pig is really stupid!"

The master next to him walked out, but he was cold, "I'll give you one last chance, kowtow to us and beg for mercy, and then take us to find your Wuji Sect resources!"

Mo Ye was not afraid at all, "Today Hengzhu is a death, not killed by you, and I will never be able to raise my head in front of the five major forces, and now I am even happier to die." ”

"I—I know some of the resources are there!"

"I know it too!"

But the disciples of the Wuji Sect who knelt down one by one around them kowtowed to the surrounding overseas masters one after another.

"The host ......"

Tens of meters away.

Meng Ji looked at Yang Zhen, and during this period, the four of them were speechless, "That disciple of the Wuji Sect Tongtian Realm named Mo Xie is a little bloody......"

At this point, he glanced at Ning Xiangxuan again, "There are 20,000 disciples in the entire Wuji Sect, and this one disciple is a little bloody, even the disciples of the God and Ghost Realm are greedy for life and afraid of death, and they have already fled for their lives at a critical moment, what sect, to them is like an item." ”

"Pay attention to what you say!" Obviously referring to Sang scolding Huai, Ning Xiangxuan Zheng glared at Meng Ji angrily.

But Yang Zhen still looked ahead.

"Poof!"

The overseas monk really made a move, and picked out a sword, only to see a shocking sword between the fat man Mo Ye's left eyebrow and forehead, blood poured out, and he felt that his left eye was also blinded.

"This sword will always remain on your brow, followed by your hands, and finally your heart, it is even more interesting to have a person like you who does not want to die!"

"Haha!"

The people who did it drank loudly, and the overseas masters around them made friends.

"I curse you not to die well!"

In the face of such a life-and-death situation, Mo Ye, whose sword mouth was covered with blood and even covered his eyes, still did not beg for mercy, and his body struggled violently under the pain.

All to no avail.

Shout!

The master raised his real sword again and slashed at the fat man Mo Ye's entire right arm.

Unable to resist, the fat man Mo Ye shouted out his last strength, "I won't let you go if I'm a ghost!"

"We don't have a chance to let you be a ghost today!" The people around watched the real sword cut down, waiting for the show to be staged.

"Whoosh!"

Unexpectedly, a chill suddenly came in from more than a dozen masters.

The overseas master who was cutting off the real sword in his hand, his long hair suddenly rose, he couldn't help but shiver, seeing that the real sword was about to split the fat man Mo Ye's entire right arm, but he saw that the real sword seemed to be solidified, and stopped half a foot above that arm.

The master holding the spirit sword next to him was very puzzled when he saw his companion suddenly withdraw his hand, "What's the matter?" brother, let that stupid pig see how powerful we are!"

"Yes, yes......" The man stammered, sweating profusely.

"Hmm......"

The other seemed to realize something, his pupils suddenly dilated, and just as he was about to turn around, he didn't expect an afterimage to suddenly appear between the two of them.

Moreover, the afterimage also grabbed the top of the two people's heads with their hands, and they didn't even breathe, and this afterimage appeared strangely, and the two masters seemed to lose consciousness and began to tremble.

"There are masters!"

The dozen or so people around also relieved themselves after breathing, and before they saw the afterimage, they thought that their eyes were dazzled, and they urged the spirit sword and real sword in their hands one after another.

Whoosh!

Three remnants appeared from the surroundings again, and without waiting for a dozen masters to make a move, the three figures came to their rear with absolute speed and body technique.

"Poof!"

One by one, the overseas monks were frightened and panicked, but they still quickly turned around and shot at the three masters who had killed.

But the person who came was an existence whose strength had reached the peak of the god and ghost realm.

I saw that Meng Ji and Ning Xiangxuan, the two fifth-generation disciples, burst out in an instant, and this divine power alone knocked overseas monks into the air, without exerting their true strength at all.

After the bang landed, more than a dozen overseas monks vomited blood one after another, staring at the three real masters one by one in despair, and finally died one after another.

At this time, Yang Zhen, who appeared in the center of the two masters, also really realized his body, the two masters couldn't move, their mouths could speak, and they were pale with fright, "Rao, spare your life!"

"Kill so many innocent monks, and you can still be spared?"

Yang Zhenwan, his arm exerted a slight force, and with two booms, divine power and huge power poured into the bodies of the two masters, the depths of Tianzang, and instantly shattered their bodies.

"Ning, Ning Lao!"

Those disciples of the Wuji Sect knelt down, and they didn't know what was going on.

Everything happened in two breaths, watching the overseas monks fall and die, they knew that they could be saved, and when they looked around, everyone looked at Ning Xiangxuan almost at the same time.

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