Muyang?

Ramos's eyes widened, the first time he heard this unfamiliar name, when did Huaxia have such a peerless powerhouse?

No, the surname is Mu, he is only about 20 years old, and he is in Sujiang......

Could it be that it's the one?

In one leap, two swords slashed down two B-2 stealth fighters.

This is simply the god of death that has descended on the world, and Huaxia is really an ancient country that has been inherited for thousands of years.

Ramos was creepy, and he was even more in awe of the mysterious and ancient Oriental dragon.

At this moment, Mu Yang has been slowly moving forward again.

His expression was extremely indifferent, and before he knew it, he was already approaching the villa area of the Dessa family.

Burst!

As soon as he pointed out, the flames swept past the soldiers who were still standing in front of him.

A terrible wail rose in an instant, and under the dim light of the fire, there was no blood splattering, only a dozen breaths of burning, and finally turning into ashes.

Mu Yang walked indifferently on the ashes everywhere, and his face was even more sad and joyless, as if what had just died under his finger was just a pile of grass mustard.

"Run!"

"He is the reincarnation of the demon god Satan!"

In the face of the existence that even a war machine like the B-2 stealth fighter can easily be cut down, those soldiers still dare to have the slightest heart to resist, and they are all fleeing in all directions.

"Presumptuous, who let you escape!" shouted many people in the Desa family.

"These bastards, what do you usually raise you for? If you take our money, you should do things for us!"

"Protect us and kill that devil!"

Beneath this roar, there is endless fear.

All the members of the Desa family retreated, retreating to the deepest depths of the villas.

"Commander-in-chief, what shall we do?"

The Desa man beside Desateda was even pale, and his whole body trembled in the face of such a demon god.

There was a hint of fear in the depths of Desateda's pupils, but at this time, he had to stand up.

Escape?

How did he escape?

Where can they flee?

The entire Desa family is under the sword of that mysterious young man, and if he escapes, the entire Desa family will probably be wiped out.

Among them, there are three generations of his children and grandchildren, and there is also the industry he has run all his life.

Bang!

Desateda stepped like a tiger leaping from the villa and landed on the ground.

He looked at the figure that looked like a demon god hundreds of meters away, suppressed the fear in his heart, and shouted: "Who are you?

Desateda asked the doubts in his heart, he could not understand how he had offended such a terrible strong man.

Could it be Huaxia?

He couldn't help but flash the face of the cold oriental beauty in his mind, and his heart couldn't help but pause slightly.

Suddenly, Mu Yang's footsteps stopped, he looked at Desateda, just by glancing, Desateda had a feeling of falling into an endless abyss.

"Who am I?" Mu Yang's voice carried a hint of murderous intent, which made the surrounding temperature drop a little, "You don't deserve to know!"

When the words fell, a sword roar suddenly sounded above the Taichu Sword.

The moment Desateda appeared, the killing intent in Mu Yang's heart was no longer controllable.

Mu Yang never thought that Zhou Qianyu, who had always been by his side and worked hard, and even the woman who was already a little moved, would one day be reduced to the point of lying unconscious on the hospital bed.

It wasn't until the moment he saw Zhou Qianyu on the hospital bed in Jiangling that Mu Yang knew that the woman had already left an indelible mark on his heart.

Mu Yang knew Zhou Qianyu's affection, but he also knew that between him and Zhou Qianyu, it was an almost impossible gap to cross.

If the two really want to cross this gap, they may end up with just a dry skeleton and a grave.

In his previous life, the saint fell in love with a mortal, and he had seen a lot.

What's more, how can the word love move his emperor's heart.

However, all this does not mean that he doesn't care about Zhou Qianyu.

Therefore, he left an olive branch, if Zhou Qianyu can succeed, then this gap will be crossed by him.

Mu Yang's eyes were no longer calm, and wisps of killing intent continued to condense, as if the lake that was as still as water suddenly turned up stormy waves, and on his body, there was even a shocking killing intent, like a hurricane and tsunami, sweeping in all directions.

At this moment, he was no longer the god who seemed to be indifferent to weapons and had empty eyes.

It's more like a Buddha who touches the scales, a wisp of anger, but it can make sentient beings float.

As soon as the killing intent started, the Taichu Sword in Mu Yang's hand began to tremble wildly, the sword spirit seemed to feel Mu Yang's condensation into a substantial killing, the sword still moved slightly, but the earth under his body was about to crack inch by inch in the fierce sword aura of the Taichu Sword, and the deep ravines were crisscrossing the ground.

At the moment when this killing intent rose, the minds of all the members of the Desa family were blank, and there was even a faint smell of blood in their nostrils.

It's an illusion, but it's incredibly real.

"No! I don't want to die!"

Some people have even howled miserably, their hands clutching their hair, and their faces, old and young, are full of fear.

Even Desateida's eyes were full of tremors at this moment, and even he forgot his anger, and there was only endless fear left in his heart.

"Sect Master, save me!"

He turned his head and roared, but his voice was faintly like the moo of a newborn calf under this murderous intent.

Ramos's face changed even more suddenly, even though he was far away, he could still clearly feel the vast murderous intent exuded by that Martial Emperor.

"Not good!"

Ramos moved, and the scepter in his hand pointed directly at Mu Yang, and in an instant, a blazing light lit up in the gem at the top of the scepter, which was even more blazing than the stars in the sky.

Sky Cloud Sword Style!

Mu Yang's killing intent suddenly froze, and in an instant, in the eyes of everyone, Mu Yang's figure seemed to disappear.

Then, Mu Yang's figure appeared behind the hundreds of Dessa family members who were gathered together.

The timeline axis seems to be slowly breaking under this sword.

It was like a recorded photo, after a sword sweep, a wisp of sword marks directly swept over the hundreds of members of the Desa family, sweeping the villa behind them, grass, trees, earth and stones, .......

With a crisp sound of the sword again, the picture cracked, and the villa was swept away, although it was not broken, but it could be clearly seen that there was a smooth sword mark like a mirror from the inside to the outside, and the trees were broken, falling on the ground and stirring up smoke and dust. There were countless blood spurts, and in the blink of an eye, it was already like a spring, and the blood flowed like a river.

Those members of the Desa family, whether young or old, have become lifeless corpses in their eyes at this moment.

Desateda froze, he looked at the tragic death of the clansman, opened his mouth, as if he wanted to roar, but it was difficult to make a sound, his eyes were broken, and a line of blood and tears slowly remained.

At this moment, he had ignored his fear and rushed towards Muyang frantically.

Mu Yang looked at Desateda, and with a shake of the Taichu Sword in his hand, a wisp of sword qi struck out, instantly annihilating the golden light that rushed in the distance.

Then, he took a step forward.

At this step, he seemed to have crossed dozens of meters and appeared behind Desateida.

The deep sound of the sword was still ringing, and the blade of the primordial sword shone with a chilling light.

Desateida's body was still in a forward stance, but his head was frozen in midair.

He bowed his head with difficulty, as if he had exhausted all his strength, looking at his headless body not far away, his face full of unwillingness and despair, and finally slowly closed his eyes, and the blood of the corpse continued to gush.

"It's not good to provoke anyone, you have to provoke this one!" Xue Tianyang shook his head slowly, if it weren't for the fact that this Desateda seriously injured Zhou Qianyu, he would not have ended up being wiped out now.

Mu Yang's eyes were calm, and with the death of Desateda, the killing intent gradually dissipated like the water of the ebbing tide.

He turned his head slowly and looked at Ramos in the distance.

The indifferent gaze made Ramos tremble uncontrollably, and the palm holding the scepter did not know how much cold sweat overflowed.

Mu Yang's eyes were calm, and he said slowly: "With a waste like you, you dare to stop me!"

This trip to Kema was full of murderous intent.

Whoever does not know the fear of God, die!

Whoever offends me, die!