"I'm going to tear you apart!"

The ghost warrior who was grabbed by the arm heard the cold voice ringing in his ears, and his face changed suddenly.

Cold!

A chill spread from the top of his head to his heels!

Immediately, he was about to turn around......

But I felt that the big hand suddenly exerted force.

Sting!

With a tearing sound.

Dazzling blood splashes, splashes!

"Ahh

The ghost warrior wailed in pain.

One of his arms was directly ripped off by Wang Yue!

Wang Yue wiped the blood on his face, and his expression became even colder.

"Teacher, you must be careful, these two people are masters!"

Hearing Wang Yue's voice, the netherworld, which was almost desperate, saw hope again.

These two Oriental samurai were the strongest he had ever seen!

He is already in the realm of a grandmaster, but he can't fight with him at all, which is enough to prove that the other party's origin is extraordinary.

And at this time, the ghost warrior who had one of his arms torn off by Wang Yuesheng was already furious: "Damn the Zhina, you dare to break my arm? I want to ......"

"What are you going to do?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Wang Yue grab his other arm again, his face was as cold as ice, and said, "Break your arm?" No, no, you misunderstood, it's not that simple!"

"I said before, I tore you alive!!"

After Wang Yue's words fell, his hand would tear off a part from the other party's body.

The sound of flesh tearing through the flesh and blood resounded one after another.

After a heart-rending scream, the ghost warrior was left with only one head, and he fell to the ground alone.

A Sword Saint-level powerhouse was actually torn alive by Wang Yue!

"Devil!"

The other ghost warrior was already pale, and he was so frightened that his soul was scattered.

Where had he ever seen such a horrific scene?

Without hesitation, he immediately turned around and was about to run.

However, he didn't run a few steps, and the road ahead was blocked by a figure.

It's a hidden sword!

"Get out of here!!!"

The oni warrior was furious, and his punch was about to slam into the hidden sword's face.

The next moment, the ghost warrior screamed miserably, was kicked by the hidden sword and flew out upside down, and fell miserably in front of Wang Yue.

"No, no, no......"

This ghost warrior saw Wang Yue's emotionless cold eyes, and his pants were so wet that he was frightened.

"You want me to let you go?"

"You killed so many of my brothers, why didn't you think of letting them go??"

Wang Yue's eyes were full of bloodshots.

Then, step out!

Directly crush his head!!

This ghost warrior didn't expect to die: he didn't even finish a sentence, and he died at Wang Yue's feet.

Like an ant, he was trampled to death!

After killing the two ghost warriors, Wang Yue looked around at the messy scene of the Dragon Palace stronghold.

I couldn't help but feel a pain in my heart.

All over the ground were the blood of the members of the Dragon Palace.

Even if he kills these two ghost warriors, his deceased brother will not be able to come back from the dead!!

"Wang Yue, hurry up and save my father!!"

At this time, a voice woke Wang Yue up from his distraction.

It's Mo Wanyu.

At this moment, she cried so much that she was covered with blood, and looked at Wang Yue helplessly.

Wang Yue quickly ran over, sealed Mo Qianzhong's blood path, and helped him stop the bleeding first.

Then, a wisp of demonic qi was injected into Mo Qianzhong's body.

Wang Yue's magic breath, killing or saving people, is all in his thoughts.

Fortunately, Mo Qianzhong's wound, although it looked scary, was actually not fatal.

Soon, Mo Qianzhong was out of danger.

"Mr. Wang......"

"I'm here. ”

Wang Yue shook his hand and reassured him.

Mo Qianzhong was very weak.

He braced himself and sat up.

Seeing the stronghold of the Dragon Palace, the scene of corpses all over the field, I couldn't help but cry.