I Am Supreme

Yun Xiaoyao looked at Yun Yang, who was back all the way back, and his heart was full of shock and speechless.

This, this strength is too strong!

I have to say that this other attack on the other side is really in the air of everyone.

The timing of the other party’s shots is just a subtle moment in which all the killers’ organizations and lone walkers are dying; even the Four Seasons Building has suffered heavy losses due to a series of previous changes. Almost everyone thinks that in a short time, at least in the last few days. The forces of the parties will not move any more!

But this attack is so sudden!

Playing everyone is caught off guard, and the strength lineup is still so tyrannical!

Even if Yun Xiaoyao wants to come at this moment, this power is aimed at Yun Yang alone. It is appropriate to crush the top of the mountain and kill the chicken and use the slaughter knife!

Because of this, the other party's willingness is simple and rude: one hit will kill! Never suffer!

However, this kind of situation is extremely harsh, and there is no room for change. The hustle and bustle is dragged to the end by Yun Yang, until he and others are assisting the soldiers to descend, and the whole party is wrapped up, and the net is exhausted!

Even Yun Yang insisted on saying a few words, which only stunned the past.

This result is incredible, unimaginable, horrifying, and beyond everyone's cognitive system!

Yun Xiaoyao asked himself if he changed himself to face this situation today... Can he survive?

Yunxiaoyao has never been a savage generation. He calmly and carefully weighed it again and again, and confirmed one thing... If it is replaced by his position in Yunyang, at this moment... I am afraid that the other party has already returned to drink the celebration wine, there will be no Any accident, any luck...

In the thought of this, Yun Xiaoyao couldn't help but make a nap. On the contrary, Fang Mofei and Lao Mei both remained calm, and did not even feel the legendary legend myth.

Seeing the surprise of everyone, there is still a bit of dark floating in the hearts of the two.

This is a silly fork, you know a hair!

Gongziye... That’s Yunzun, everything you do is what you can’t do!

This kind of thing, even if it is not ordinary, is commonplace, but it is just a common meal?

The rise and fall of the million-strong army is just a matter of his words... let alone a few killers in this area!

A piece of cake!

What a way!

Is this the case? !

of course not!

The situation of Fang Mei is different from that of the four sons. Their personal worship of Yun Yang has gone to the point of blind pursuit. It is reasonable and reasonable to be reasonable and unreasonable. It does not matter whether it is logical or not. This is the legendary fan filter, no reason to speak!

The few killers who were captured were all imprisoned in the secret room. Only one pillar was **** here, and there was a series of painful noises on the door.

Everyone can't help but wonder, we just tied the individual, and we haven't mobilized it yet. This is a painful cry. They really threw people at the killer, but they looked carefully, but they screamed and screamed.

I saw that every killer who was captured was covered with scars.

Strictly speaking, these scars are not deep, just cut through the epidermis, and there is no further penetration into the bone, typical skin trauma.

However, the number of scars is too much, and each scar is almost the same depth, which is more shocking.

At this moment, all of them were tied to the pillars. Under the shackles, the aftereffects of countless knife marks were exposed. The worst one of them, it seems that there is not much damage, it seems that the clothes on the body are complete, but When I struggled, the clothes on my body were broken, and then I saw the blood from the head to the feet. The whole person seemed to be wrapped in blood.

Everyone in the room has a thought, this product is bound to be alive, and it will surely die. It is **** to kill him!

But the man’s screaming was full of anger, and there was no decay: “I’m hurting me...”

Fang Mofei carefully observed and found that the blood on the guy had stopped by himself. After all, it was a high-level repairer. The pure flesh was damaged and recovered much more than ordinary people. But the knife marks are still glaring, carefully counted, this unlucky The guy, the shallow scratches on his body, counting from the scalp position, face, chest and shoulders... all the way to the calf, there are enough... two hundred and thirty-five roads at most!

No, there are also seven shoes on the soles of the feet, all of which are fresh scars, not old injuries, that is to say... a total of two hundred and forty-two knife marks!

Well, it doesn't count the more than 30 traces of leather boots that haven't been cut through the two-legged boots. Otherwise, the number will be even more...

Fang Mofei swallowed involuntarily.

This buddy is not being late, right?

How to do it?

It’s about the level of the legendary smashing technique.

And this kind of knife mark has another advantage, which is to save the need to bandage these guys.

With such a shallow wound, the high-level repairer can heal in just three or two days.

Of course, the more important factor is that... this is also impossible for him to dress up, no way to deal with it!

There are more than 80 people in the person with the least number of knife marks.

How do you say that you are bandaging?

Even if the whole person is wrapped in a scorpion, there is still a fish that slips through the net. Instead of this, it is better not to pack it directly, and it will not die anyway!

"This is the knife of the son of the son... It’s really..." Fang Mofei is stunned: "Absolutely..."

"It’s just the knife marks on these individuals. At the very least, the son has cut more than 2,000 knives. If this is the case, today’s short battle, the son is not..."

Lao Mei took a deep breath and was directly shocked by the numbers she thought of.

"The most conservative estimate has to be ... more than 30,000 knives!?"

Fang Mofei gave a less accurate estimate and then was shocked by this number.

In such a short period of time, facing the enemy who has forced himself several times, almost at least 30,000 knives have been stopped without stopping. Moreover, Fang Mofei knows in his own heart that in such a situation, he wants to keep it. Life and create such a victory, 30,000 knives? This is really the most conservative minimum number!

"No wonder!" Fang Mo is not stupid, he said.

"What?" Lao Mei did not understand.

"Don't you see it?" Fang Mofei did not have some souls: "The muscles of our son are hurt, the wrists and arms are all over the shoulders... all swollen... the wrists are swollen thicker than his thighs!..."

Laomei:......

Fang Mofei looked at Laomei with no gods and said: "Is it hard to imagine?... It is thicker than your waist."

Lao Mei: ... your uncle! Isn’t Laozi a little thinner...

Yun Yang is in the bedroom.

Yun Yang quietly lying on the bed, snoring, completely unconscious, this is the deep sleep after sleep, but it is very different from deep sleep, it can be regarded as a state of restorative sleep.

Jing Lingxi and Shangguan Lingxiu sat quietly on the bed, one sitting on the bed and one sitting on the end of the bed.

It must be said that Yun Yang is really just tired and over-excited, and there is nothing wrong with it. He is even less seriously and seriously injured. The two women have gone through repeated inspections before they let go of their minds. .

The spirit of the rhythm has done a lot more for Yun Yang. She first used the pure aura to comb the meridians, and further confirmed the state of Yun Yang. This move can also make Yun Yang recover later. That is to say, a few wounds are wrapped up. In fact, Yun Yang’s campaign is mainly based on dragging. Naturally, it is necessary to avoid extreme injuries to the utmost extent. All the injuries he suffered are relatively slight, and there is a shallower wound. Directly healed by himself, leaving a few more weights, and there is not much hindrance.