Strongest Abandoned Son

"You are Ye Mo?" Iron Baifei stared at Ye Mo and said coldly. Not waiting for Ye Mo to talk, his eyes once again disdain. "There is a layer of virtual gods. The South Jinsheng has really cultivated to the dog these years."

Ye Mo whispered: "When you will find that you have cultivated to this day, you are not practicing on people..."

Without waiting for his own voice to fall, Ye Mo’s ‘紫銊’ has already pulled out the ‘magic cloud to kill the knife’. Although his understanding of the 'Magic Cloud Hill' has been on the upper floor, Ye Mo knows that in the face of the master of Iron Baifei, a trick of "magic cloud killing knife" is simply unable to kill each other. Fiction chapter

Numerous purple knives flew out, and these knives were as spiritual as they were, and they covered the iron.

Iron Baifei sneered, his hand raised, and the huge clock on his head began to spin. For a moment, there was a patch of bells around him. In the end, those clockshades and Ye Mo’s purple knives slammed together to form a dense jingle. If it wasn’t too harsh, the rhythm would even make people I thought someone was playing.

"Sure enough." Iron Baifei's left hand again moved, a red-red sword fell on his palm, and the sword in his hand has been transformed into a red mist. A big man uses a red flying sword, which makes people feel very surprised. Fiction chapter

However, Ye Mo did not feel strange at all. He felt that his body was a little cold, and it seemed that the weather was freezing.

Suddenly, Ye Yimei felt that his eyes had turned into a snowy cold weather. The difference was that the sky was full of red snowflakes, not white, and the snowflakes were not hexagonal, but triangular. of.

Although it is just a piece of snow, but it is like a icicle of Ye Mo, it is not only cold, but also squeezes the space around him, making his range of activities smaller and smaller. It seems that in the end, he will be completely shattered by these shrinking snowflakes.

Don't talk about Ye Mo in it. It is the people watching around who can only see a group of red snowflakes flying in the middle of the hall. The hall also became cold and cold. Outside the snowflake, the iron ones danced with red swords, as if they were the masters of the world. Ye Mo, who is in the snow, has long since disappeared and seems to be drowned by those snowflakes.

Only one or two purple knives spilled over the snow, which made people feel that Ye Mo was still alive and did not die.

I saw Ye Moo's dilemma. The bamboo leaves a sigh, she does not sigh for Ye Mo, but sighs for her disciple Luo Susu. When Susu saw Ye Mo’s expression and performance, she knew how important this Yecheng master was to Susu. Unfortunately, the two had just been killed when they met.

From her inner point of view, Ye Mo was killed when she was happy. Even happy, but she really likes the disciple of Susu. Even far more than the love of Tang Beiwei.

Yan Guan wrinkled his brows. At this moment, he was already thinking about how he would explain to Dancheng once Ye Mo was killed, and then he could completely separate the Xuan Bing School from this matter.

Le Yao closed his eyes and he saw the sword skills of Tie Baifei. This is called 'blood-colored snowflake sword skills'. This sword technique is extremely strange and powerful. Any monk who is trapped by the blood-colored snowflakes derived from this sword technique will only have one dead end. Because the trapped monk gods and real yuan will be more and more consumed. I couldn’t get out of it, and later I couldn’t come out.

When the ‘blood-colored snowflake sword skill’ was cultivated to the extreme, the snowflakes that came out were all hexagonal, and the snow of Iron Baifei was only triangular. Obviously, it was still not enough. Even so, it is very powerful. Ye Mo is now trapped by the blood-colored snowflakes of Tie Baifei, apparently no way to live.

Luo Ying and Tang Beiwei stood up in panic, and the two men were sweating with nervous hands. They just saw Ye Mo, would Ye Mo be killed again? Fortunately, their knowledge is not as good as Le Yao, and they have not realized the situation in which Ye Mo will die.

Ye Mo is getting more and more irritated by the kind of snowflake. He feels that his body is getting colder and colder, and his heart is more and more anxious.

He even felt that his gods and real elements were automatically consumed and worn by the icy snow. Ye Mo even thought that if he continued this way, he would not escape the siege of this snowflake. After he took out a ‘Fu Shen Dan’ and swallowed it, he forced the display of several “God knives” regardless of the damage of the gods.

After the gods knew the knife, Ye Mo immediately felt the suppression of the snow and the cold, and even the violent disappeared a lot. At this moment, he did not dare to neglect, and the illusion cloud splitting knife has been thrown out.

The illusion cloud splitting knife was thrown out, and the snow of Ye Mo’s body was immediately defeated again.

At this time, the leaves in the red blood flower were silently slammed, and the ‘紫銊’ in his hand rose again, and the ‘幻云行意刀’ was once again pulled out.

At the same time, the monks who were watching outside, but they can see more and more purple rays emerging in the dense red snow, at first one or two, to the three or four, to a dozen, and finally turned into dozens Hundreds of ways.

And Ye Mo's figure is becoming more and more clear among these purple knives, and soon the purple knives and red snowflakes can be divided equally. At this time, Luo Susu and Tang Beiwei were relieved and slowly sat down.

Iron Baifei saw Ye Mo actually got out of his red snow, ‘咦’, but then the mouth of the mouth showed a more cold sneer. Originally, it was just a big bell entangled with a few purple knives. Suddenly a long beep was heard, and all the purple knives around it were instantly broken, and the bells and shadows of the pieces were pressed against Ye.

Ye Mo was completely relieved at this time. When he was trapped by the red snowflakes, he even panicked, because the red three-sided snow was too strange, and his knowledge was limited. Can't make the perfect 'purple'. At this time, he had already broken the red snowflake through the magical knife method. Where would he let Iron Baifei reappear his skills and suppress him into the strange snow again?

When the big clock of Tiebaifei took the clock, Ye Mo once again pulled out the 'magic cloud knives', with the previous 'phantom cloud splitting knife' and 'magic cloud knives', 'phantom cloud The killing knife 'has fully exerted its power, but only once again trapped the iron bell's big clock.

Le Yao opened his eyes at this moment, but found that Ye Mo actually got out of the **** snow, and suddenly rejoiced. She did not think that Ye Mo was so anti-Japanese, trapped in the snowflake derived from the ‘blood-colored snowflake sword skills’, and could also get out.

Before the contact with Ye Mo, he smashed the process of the South Jin Dynasty. At this time, Le Yao knew that Ye Mo was far more than a Dan Wang.

Seeing his own big clock was once again trapped by Ye Mo’s purple knife. Iron Baifei snorted. The law in his hand was beaten faster, and his reddish sword was more vivid. I have just experienced it once, and Ye Mo did not know the idea of ​​Tie Baifei at this time.

Ye Mo, who has already trapped the other side's big clock, has no scruples at all, and several knives are sent out.

Iron Baifei only felt that his own knowledge of the sea hurts, his movements paused a little, but he immediately broke away from Ye Mo's knowledge of the knife. Waiting for him to continue to display the 'blood-colored snowflake sword skills', he saw an equally eye-catching purple long mans.

this moment. He actually felt that the purple long mans were beautiful, and there was a dazzling light. He seemed to take him to a place where he should go. Even his heart raised a desire.

No, Tie Baifei immediately understood and forced a burning blood. It is time to recall the big clock to block this purple long mans.

What Ye Mo wants is only this moment of time. The illusion of Yunhuashan knife has been thrown out, bravely forward, fearless and fearless.

This knife is smashed out, and the purple is filled in the entire hall. The purple is not only beautiful, but also fascinating. It’s like coming from the sky, and it seems to be born out of thin air.

Some women repaired the purple long mans. I even closed my eyes and became intoxicated. Nice purple long mans. At this moment, almost all the monks who were repaired to a lower level wanted to hold this purple long mang not thinking about anything.

"噗" Tie Baifei felt the purple long mangling across the top of his head, and he heard the sound of his bones breaking. He heard the sound of his body breaking.

He barely opened his eyes and looked at Ye Mo, whispered: "A beautiful purple rainbow..."

After saying it fell, after a while, the body was torn apart.

Ye Mo put away the 'Purple' and closed his eyes. At this moment, he once again entered a new knife hall. He realized another kind of knives, which was learned from the blood-colored snowflakes of Tie Baifei.

After a while, Ye Mokai opened his eyes and murmured: "The flowers are purple and awning."

His knife is like a flower, silent, waiting for others to think that this is the knife from the end of the world, the knife has come to the fore. Or being killed, it is also willing and fearless.

The illusion of Yunhuashan knife has become a big one. There is no such awkward axe-cutting trace. It has become a silent and killing knife. No one can understand the Huashan knife that goes straight ahead, but it can also be silent, but Ye Mo understands.

All the people around have taken a breath of cold air~www.readwn.com~ People who don't understand will not understand. However, those masters who have mastered the above are deeply aware of the horror of Ye Mo's knife, killing between the flowers, when you are killed, you don't even know whether you are in the flower or fighting.

Even the imperial master, Yang Fei, stared at Ye Mo with horror. At this moment, he even forgot his anger and forgot that the Promise and another genius disciple were killed by Ye Mo. What he thinks is that Ye Mocai’s imaginary sacredness is so horrible. When he arrives at the catastrophe, he even cultivates it. Who else can be enemies in this world?

At this moment, almost all the sects of the martial art were shocked. What they were shocked was not that Ye Moen was able to kill the six layers of the iron gods, and that it was the purple long rainbow that Ye Mo had killed.

Tie Baifei is already dead. The swordsmanship he sent out has long since dissipated. There is no ice cold in the hall, but all the people feel that the ice in the hall is colder than the **** snowflake from Tiebai. The cold is too much.

(The fifth is more, as long as there is a monthly pass, the fifth is updated! I ask for a monthly pass, I continue to ask for updates, I just want to update my monthly ticket, I can't get it, but can this dream be realized?)

(To be continued...)