Chapter 58 Death in the East
"You want to kill me too?" Mou Moduo quietly experienced Ye Hetu's tone, which was cold, but he could not detect any substantial murderous atmosphere, which made him more shocked. Agaganto, with a murderous spirit on his body, could not make him feel threatened, but the young man in front of him made him involuntarily feel a crisis.
"Believe it or not, I will let you lose in one move, make you have no hands-on ability within two moves, and take your head within three moves." Ye Hetu whispered softly that the cigar between his fingers was still burning slowly. Ye Hetu's eyes did not look at Moumado at all, but looked at Moumado and looked at the cigar and said to himself.
Everyone is very interested in this new young man, and his tone is so arrogant.
Moumoduo, a thin old man, was not weak on the surface. Agagantuo's deadly flying knife could not hurt him at all. Of course, Ye Hetu's temporary appearance was a glimpse, but what he said later disappointed many people. The full bottle did not ring, and half a bottle jingled. Since he said such crazy words, he was doomed to lose this game. Drop more than half.
Other people don't have time to pay attention to the war situation here. He Changfeng and Agagantuo have slowly walked there. Agagantuo rotated a flying knife between his fingers. There is more than one flying knife on Ye Hetu. Only Agagantuo can use it. The special control method is only Agagantuo alone in Yehetu. Point out the first peek at the door rules.
Even with Ye Hetu's guidance and no talent, many people can't touch the edge in their lives. He Changfeng can obviously understand this truth and has no complaints about it.
"When he passed it to me, he gave me the method of manipulating it. After learning it for half a year, I couldn't exert 30% of my power." Agagantuo rotated one beautiful pattern after another and said to He Changfeng beside him.
"Thirty-thousth of the power can have the same power as just now. The master will never see the wrong person. If it were me, I would definitely not achieve your current achievements." There was a trace of gimmer in the corners of He Changfeng's eyes, pretending to say that he didn't care.
How could Agagantuo not find that He Changfeng was wrong? It's just that He Changfeng would not know now. There is a reason why Ye Hetu did not teach him a flying knife. Perhaps for this reason, Ye Hetu will not tell He Changfeng for the rest of his life.
No one like him can really understand him. Agaganto asked himself: Do you understand? Perhaps he also ignored some places. Ye Hetu was once trapped in the pyramid cross maze. In just a few tens of seconds, he forced out with his own strength. The unprecedented fact made the old man who had been closed for decades couldn't help but go out of the mountain. Some people think that Agagantuo's grandfather came out to kill Ye Hetu, and only Agagantuo can understand his grandfather's intention.
Ye Hetu, only one step away.
The old man didn't say much, and Agaganto only heard this sentence.
One step away? What level?
Only the old man and he know these.
If He Changfeng can be taught to hide the strength of the dragon list, then He Changfeng's master must be a master hidden in the forest. He Changfeng may never know why he died. The flying knife in Agagantuo's hand is closely related to the death of Master He Changfeng.
Agagantuo found more than these. Ye Hetu was alone and would not bring a He Changfeng with only the strength of the dragon list for no reason.
can only explain that everything is the layout of Ye Hetu!
When will he be able to crack the game he stayed in India?
Agagantuo was stunned.
"What are you thinking about?"
He Changfeng noticed the distracted Agaganto and couldn't help asking.
"Your master is not simple." Agha Gantuo said a bitter nonsense and was white-eyed by He Changfeng.
"Killing people, I just want to kill people today."
He Changfeng said silently.
"Good!"
Men should take Wu hooks!
"Young people, you can't achieve great things if you are anxious." Mou Moduo lowered his tone. With the identity of an old man educating the younger generation, who can guess what the old fox who has lived for more than half of his life is thinking.
"Are you teaching me a lesson?" Ye Hetu looked up at Moumado with clear eyes.
"I'm just giving you advice." Moumudo smoothly bypassed a curve.
Ye Hetu shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, "At least you don't have the right to advise me."
The tone is aggressive.
"I'm surprised that Chinese people pay attention to keeping a low profile." Mou Moduo couldn't figure out the style of Ye Hetu at all, and he changed many ends.
"That's just an excuse for some self-deceiving losers." Ye Hetu threw down his cigarette butt and immediately responded. China does say that it is to keep a low profile, but this word has been tainted by some jumping clowns.
"Young man, what exactly do you want to do?" Mou Moduo's calmness will be exhausted by Ye Hetu.
"Kill you."
After saying the two words, the figure of Ye Hetu disappeared.
Moumado is fixed in place, listening to the wind from all sides and melting nature.
Twenty meters ahead, Mou Moduo threw out the black machete in his hand without hesitation. Now he can't take into account the preciousness of the machete. The arrogant Ye Hetu made his sense of crisis more and more strong.
Only the sound of the machete breaking the air was heard, but the shadow of the knife could not be seen.
The black knife body reveals a strange, divine-level sharp weapon.
There is no sound of a counterattack.
This machete failed.
Momoduo immediately flashed over and retreated dozens of steps. There was no figure or sound in the previous place, but Momo's sense of crisis was even deeper.
"Did I miscalculated two steps?" The uncertain Mou Moduo said to himself.
"You're not wrong. I underestimate you."
A voice came from his ear. Ye Hetu reappeared in front of Mou Moduo, holding the black machete that had just been thrown out.
"Death artifact? That's right, it's a big deal." After seeing the black machete, Ye Hetu praised.
"Young man, you're forcing me." Moumado stared at Ye Hetu and said that his capable body was straight. He could not determine the next sudden attack. Ye Hetu's strength had a certain insight. Compared with the boy who had hidden strength of Solomon, it was really different.
"Forcing you? It's a joke. If you blame it, you shouldn't have come here!" Ye Hetu said firmly.
Paranoid and arrogant.
Step up, a simple punch.
Momodo dodged by.
"Why, the previous generation of the owners of the Shiva family will also be afraid?" Ye Hetu smiled.
"Do you know me?" Moumudo's astringent tone was shocked.
"I've just heard of it. I don't know each other. I don't have time to pay attention to your so-called golden family." Ye Hetu said plainly.
The golden family, the birds don't pull a few.
Mou Moduo can barely understand, and his face is moved. Who is he?
"Don't guess my identity anymore. It's useless." Ye Hetu looked at Mou Moduo, who was in a gaffe, and easily joked.
"Young man, you have to consider the consequences." Before Moumado's current momentum was relatively high, he was too weak.
One breath, then decline, and three exhaustion.
He can't afford to provoke this mysterious young man.
"I will inform your family to prepare a coffin, so as not to say that the Chinese do not know how to treat guests."
There is no shadow, no sound of wind, Ye Hetu has reached the door of Moumo.
Looking at Ye Hetu attacking in a blink of an eye, Mou Moduo made up his mind.
One thousand kills, eight hundred self-loss.
When a person's heart is dead, what he does is crazy.
Even if I die, you won't feel better. There is a trace of peace on Moumado's old face.
The forbidden skills of the Shiva family reappeared after more than 20 years.
Desperate shackles.
Moumado exchanged death for a lifelong fatal blow. More than 20 years ago, this move also appeared once.
That time, the dead man was his son.
Ye Hetu shook his head and said a sentence to make Mou Moduo's pupil contract.
"Your trick is useless to me."
take action.
A figure that Mou Moduo's dying memory is reflected in his eyes.
Suddenly, an unforgettable shadow appeared in Moumado's mind and overlapped with this figure.
The score is not bad.
Moumado opened his mouth and said silently.
"He is you--"
I haven't finished the last sentence yet.
A thin body fell to the ground heavily.
The last head of the Shiva family who has lived in seclusion for more than 20 years, Mou Moduo.
Falling in the East.