Chapter 30 Master

"Young master..."

"Big..."

Ye Feiyun and others who followed Ye Guanghao's back saw that Ye Guanghao was punched away and rushed to the front of the tree one by one, and dug Ye Guanghao out of the tree with seven hands and eight feet.

"Cough..."

A trace of blood flowed from the corners of Ye Guanghao's mouth. When he looked at Ye Xiaoyu, the resentful look in his eyes was heavier, and his face was completely gloomy. If he hadn't been wearing the silkworm armor, this punch could definitely make him seriously hurt.

"All get out of the way..."

Ye Guanghao pushed away several of his attendants who supported him, slowly wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and looked at the red blood stains on his hands. The anger in his heart was even more. He thought that he had practiced on the island of despair for two or three months, and his strength had also reached the peak of the middle. He was only one line away from the Mahayana master. ** Ye Xiaoyu was light. It's easy, but the reality is so cruel, but he was easily slapped by Ye Xiaoyu, which made him endure the anger in his heart.

"Ye Xiaoyu, I, Ye Guanghao, swear that I won't kill you and swear not to be a human being." With a secret oath in his heart, Ye Guanghao slowly pulled out the dementor sword on his waist.

As soon as the demented sword came out of its sheath, it emitted a circle of colorful light, slowly turning around the sword body like a cloud. Ye Feiyun and others on the side looked at the dementor sword. They felt dazzled one by one, and their eyes fell into the colorful light and could not extricate themselves.

The dementor can affect people's spirit. Even if he is a master, he dares not look at the dementor for a long time, otherwise his spirit will be damaged. This dementor sword can be said to be Ye Guanghao's killer.

Ye Xiaoyu saw the dementor sword in Ye Guanghao's hand, which was also attracted by the light of the dementor sword. However, in an instant, the mental power gushed out of his mind and cleared all the illusions in his mind. The dementorctive sword can have a great impact on the practitioners who refine the body and qi, but to Ye Xiaoyu, who has the talent for cultivation. It is of no use at all, but Ye Guanghao obviously doesn't know this.

"Ye Xiaoyu, you die..."

Ye Guanghao's swordsmanship under the boundless falling woods came out. Suddenly, the whole forest was illuminated by colorful light. A huge ball of sword light rolled towards Ye Xiaoyu, and all the branches and leaves along the way were wrapped in it.

With the help of the power of the dementor sword itself, Ye Guanghao's sword is fully capable of killing ordinary Mahayana masters. Even the master-level old man who stood behind him to protect him lost his mind in such a short moment when Ye Guanghao performed this kind of swordsmanship. Those who were next to Ye Guanghao were weak. They fainted directly on the ground. They were only affected by the aftershocks of the Dementor Sword, and Ye Xiaoyu, who directly suffered most of the power of the Dementor Sword, could imagine how much pressure they would bear.

Ye Guanghao's sword united to kill Ye Xiaoyu, and his eyes were full of crazy murderous intent. He was confident that this sword could definitely kill Ye Xiaoyu, and at worst, he would be seriously injured.

However, Ye Xiaoyu was not affected by the dementor sword at all. In his eyes, what is threatening him is just an exquisite sword move. However, when he released all his mind power, Ye Guanghao's exquisite swordsmanship did not have any subtlety. All the weaknesses in the sword move are presented. In his mind.

Therefore, when Ye Guanghao jumped together, Ye Xiaoyu just moved a step gently under his feet and avoided Ye Guanghao's killing move. Then he punched Ye Guanghao's chest again. Ye Guanghao flew back again at a faster speed than when he came. Coincidentally, Unfortunately, it bumped into the big tree last time and was embedded in the big humanoid hole.

"This is impossible..."

Ye Guanghao's eyes stared to the maximum, and his eyes were about to stand out. He couldn't believe it. After using the dementer's sword, he was still defeated by Ye Xiaoyu's hand, and the shock in his heart reached an incomprehable level.

The old man behind Ye Guanghao also felt puzzled. In his opinion, his young master's sword can be said to have obtained the essence of this type of swordsmanship, and with the power of the demented soul sword, even if he is a master of Mahayana, he can't retreat under this sword, but the teenager opposite is so easily cracked. With this exquisite sword, is it absolutely impossible for the teenager opposite to be a master?

Ye Xiaoyu walked towards Ye Guanghao step by step. Ye Feiyun and others had already been stunned by the aftermath of the dementor sword. Now there is only Ye Guanghao who is awake.

Ye Guanghao saw Ye Xiaoyu coming towards him step by step and said harshly, "Ye Xiaoyu, what do you want to do? Don't come here..."

"What are you doing?"

Ye Xiaoyu sneered at the corners of his mouth, and his body was full of murderousness. Just now, Ye Guanghao wanted to take his life. For such an enemy, he would never be soft-hearted.

Feeling the cold murderous atmosphere on Ye Xiaoyu's body, Ye Guanghao was finally afraid and struggled to say, "Ye Xiaoyu, you dare to kill me. If you kill me, there will be no place for you in the whole southwest. My father will never let you go..."

Ye Xiaoyu smiled and said, "I won't kill you, I'm just going to break your hands and feet. Didn't you want me to waste my hands and feet just now? I'm going to lose the other way..."

Ye Guanghao saw Ye Xiaoyu slowly approaching him. The gentle smile on his face was simply more terrible than the devil. From Ye Xiaoyu's eyes, he could see that it was not a joke to break his hands and feet. He was finally afraid and broke his hands and feet. In the depths of the Qiyun Mountains, it was more horrible than death.

"You can't do this to me, you can't do this..." At this time, Ye Guanghao screamed in horror like a helpless girl who was about to be **.

"You didn't show any mercy to me just now..." Ye Xiaoyu sneered and slowly walked towards Ye Guanghao.

"Brush!"

There was suddenly an old man beside Ye Guanghao without any warning. It was the old man who had been protecting behind Ye Guanghao. He knew that if he did not appear again, I was afraid that the young master would leave a shadow in his heart. In this way, it would have an indelible impact on the young master's life and affect the future of the young master.

Ye Guanghao suddenly felt a tall figure appearing in front of him, blocking his vision. He was very familiar with this tall back. It was a worship in the family, Moyang.

"Oh, hehe..."

Ye Guanghao spit blood in his mouth, but he smiled happily. He knew that he would be fine. Mo Yang worshipped a master-level master. No matter how powerful Ye Xiaoyu was, he could not be the opponent of a master-level master.

"Mo Gong, please kill this boy immediately..." Ye Guanghao was still begging for mercy at the previous moment, but this moment changed. He wanted to kill Ye Xiaoyu with Mo Yang's hand.

"Young master, even if you don't tell me, I won't let him leave the Qiyun Mountains alive." Mo Yang stared at Ye Xiaoyu and said.

"Haha, Ye Xiaoyu, aren't you going to break my hands and feet? Come on, come on, fuck, I see how you break Grandpa's hands and feet..." With Mo Yang's support, Ye Guanghao became arrogant again.

Ye Xiaoyu turned a deaf ear to Ye Guanghao's shouting. All his spirits were placed on the sudden appearance of Moyang. He felt great danger in this Moyang. The hairs of his whole body exploded one by one, the fish and dragon power in his body had begun to be mobilized. All the cards had accumulated momentum, but But he still felt that there was a huge gap between him and the old man in front of him. Like a world of difference, he even had an idea that he couldn't even catch the old man's palm.

"Is this the momentum of the master-level master? It's so horrible that there is absolutely no way to defeat it. What I want to do now is how to retreat..." Seeing Moyang, who stood casually in front of him but brought him unmatched momentum, Ye Xiaoyu began to look for a route to escape.

It's not shameful for him to escape if he can't beat it. He is not afraid of burning firewood. However, the only problem now is how to escape. The Dark Emperor's blood skill can only be opened three times a day, and there is a certain interval. In Ye Xiaoyu's own words, the skill cooling time has not yet arrived, and now the blood in his body The liquid is still boiling, and it is impossible to use the dark emperor's stealth again. Otherwise, if you want to escape from a master-level master, it is no problem to rely on blood skills.

"Kid, you don't have to think about those useless things anymore. In front of me, it is absolutely impossible for you to escape. Your talent is also excellent. Unfortunately, if you offend the Lord, there is only one way to die..."

Heiyang saw Ye Xiaoyu's eyes flashing. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he was an old fox for many years. How could he let Ye Xiaoyu escape from his hand?

"Ky, find a good person next time..."

With a wave of Mo Yang's hand, a golden big handprint appeared out of thin air and patted Ye Xiaoyu fiercely.

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