Dragon-Marked War God

"It's you stink!"

Yan Ying stared at me and stared at Mo Ling Dong Chen. At that moment, she and Mo Yangkui looked at each other and they all burst into a powerful momentum.

"All of you have to die! Give my son to the funeral."

Ying Yingmei flashes, the eyes are cold, the beauty is like jade, but the heart is like a snake. At that moment, even Jiang Chen above nine days is also a brow, this stinky woman, I really don’t know how to live and die. Today I think I want to It’s impossible to stay out of it.

"Smelly should be you. The person who designed my grandfather in the past is your pair of dogs and men. Now I want to be a tiger. It is impossible. Today we are here to seek justice. In the past, you didn’t want one. I want to run."

Mo Ling Dong Chen is also quite arrogant, anyway, has already torn the face, what are they terrible? It’s a big deal to kill and kill the sky with the Mohist family.

Mo Yu Qiancheng sighed in his heart, but he was quite fond of his granddaughter, who was so strong, and her every move, why not for herself? She felt uncomfortable in her heart, and when she was angry, she came out of the sword and killed Mo Xuan. In the eyes of the people in their Mohist branch, Mo Xuan, who was not inferior in export, was completely self-defeating.

"Smelly swindler, where there is a place for you to talk, don't squat down quickly, otherwise, don't blame me."

Moyang Kui pointed to Mo Ling Dong Chen, and he said that he said.

"Ha ha ha, really a joke, how old are you? What qualifications do you have for me to kneel down? Since I am not your ink family, then I will call you a turtle son, is it right? Mo Xuan is a good example. You two dogs and men are not far from death."

Inkling Dongchen's eyes are like waves, sneer and sneer, and Mo Yangkui and Yan Ying, both of them, are pale and their shoulders are shaking.

"You, you, you are waiting for me, little rabbit, I want to swallow you."

Yan Ying burst into tears, the pain of the funeral has already led her to almost faint, and now it has been 70% by Mo Lingdong Chen, it is almost mad.

"Is this the younger you taught? You are so disappointing to me. It is a shame of the Mohist family."

Moyang Kui and Mo Yu Qiancheng are also tit-for-tat, clenching their fists and fighting for fire.

"Don't you say that I am no longer a Mohist? How do I teach people, why do you have to criticize this sinister hypocrite? Today, our hatred must be better."

Mo Yu Qiancheng said with a deep voice, this moment, he has already decided that today must be the name of his granddaughter, no one can hurt her, since this Moyang Kui is entangled, aggressive, and generally not with his dead son. It is a metaphor, then he is not embarrassed about this pair of dogs and men.

"Ink and Thousand Cities, take your life!"

Moyang Kui is no longer wanting to say a word to Mo Yu Qiancheng. The death of his son, everyone is in the eyes, nothing wrong, Mo Yu Qiancheng still wants to return to Moh, completely ignorant.

"100,000 years, I don't know if you have grown up. If you can only rely on your intrigues to win, then I advise you to squat on the ground and beg for mercy."

Moyu Qiancheng said with a sneer, when Moyang Kui was a chess move, he always lost to him. In order to get the genius reward from the Mohist school, he and Yu Ying designed himself and let him fall into a land of annihilation. It is criticized and ruthless. This kind of pain is like a knife. It is a knife and a knife in his heart. It can't be changed in life.

Moyu Qiancheng and Moyang Kui both played against each other. The two elders waited for the opportunity, because Moyang Kui did not let them shoot. At this time, the two people’s personal grievances, new hatreds and old hates are put together, always to distinguish between the right and wrong. Black and white, barely weak, so this battle Mo Yangkui is full of confidence, to smash the Mo Yu thousand city under the horse.

The death of his son Mo Xuan was a fatal blow to Mo Yangkui and Yu Ying. When he once again confronted with Moyu Qiancheng, Moyang Kui did not have a half-slack, and it was all killing. Put it to death.

The two men are in full swing, and the people watching the battle on the city of Mexico are also relishing. At this time, it depends on who can laugh at the end, but they are the two hands of the two fighters, and the whole Mojia Said that their strength is still a drop in the bucket, not enough to see.

On the other hand, the fight between Ying Ying and Mo Ling Dong Chen is also quite exciting. Jiang Chen did not participate in it. As a bystander, he also wanted to see which step of the strength of Mo Ling Dong Chen.

Sure enough, Mo Lingdong Chen did not let Jiang Chen disappointed, less than ten strokes, Mo Ling Dong Chen is occupying an absolute advantage, so that Ying Ying can not walk.

"Not yet, when will it be?"

Yan Ying screamed, the old ink parents around him are also facing difficulties, facing the face of Mo Ling Dong Chen, and the people behind Mo Ling Dong Chen are also not a few, nesting and moving, this chaos, is inevitable.

"Dare to move Dongchen, give me a punch!"

The three uncles of Moling Dongchen shouted, and the momentum was like a rainbow. Together with Mo Ling Dongchen and Moyu Qiancheng, they all had absolute advantages. They were naturally fearless and fearless.

The remaining 16 people of the Mo nationality, all rushed to the void to help the Merlin Dongchen.

For a time, even the two elders of this Mohist family are also the gloomy color of the face. How can the Mohist people be bullied? And still at the door of your own home, isn’t it going to make people laugh at big teeth?

"The rulers of the old and the elite disciples, all give me here to gather."

Moyang Kui step by step can be defeated. Under the pressure of Moyu Qiancheng, it is also ugly and very difficult. When you don’t want to be embarrassed at this time, you really have to be beaten by Moyu Qiancheng. Force, and the descendants of the Moyu Thousand Cities, all have already started their hands, even if there are two elders to help out, it is difficult to escape the suppression of Mo Lingdong Chen, a few palms, Yan Ying was almost interrupted The pain of a few ribs is even more embarrassing.

Yan Ying clenched her teeth and stepped back, but the Mo family refused her to retreat. Under the leadership of Mo Ling Dongchen, Yan Ying is almost miserable.

The chaos punched the master, and her entanglement with the past before the Moyu thousand city, the Mexican family almost hated her, this time seized the opportunity, will you give her any chance to escape?

Yan Ying wants to cry without tears, even rolling and climbing, completely lost the fascinating style of the past, this time, not only her, even Mo Yangkui, has been trapped, their situation is worrying, life and death soon!

A chaos, inevitable!