Yan Feijue frowned, and the whole person couldn't help but take a step back. Although he had never fought with Ye Cuo, he couldn't help but be very jealous of Ye Cuo inexplicably.

The secret room is not big, and everything in the house can be seen clearly.

I saw Ye Cuo lying on the ground very weakly, motionless, and there was a beautiful woman lying beside him who was not inferior to Su Ya in figure and appearance, and it seemed that she had collapsed and passed out of a coma due to excessive luck.

"Boss Ye, I have failed you. The Lord of Tong Island was bleeding from his mouth and nose, coughing and saying to Ye Wrong.

All the people in Longteng looked at Ye Cuo and cried with joy.

Since the establishment of Longteng, the Thirteen Halls have won many battles against independence, and no matter who they fought against, they have never lost.

Today, this is the first time to do this.

All of them wept with joy.

"Boss!"

"Boss, you're finally out of the customs, our brothers died so miserably!"

Brother Long's body was covered in blood, and with a huge wound on his chest, Sensen's white bones could be seen, and his eyes were full of hatred.

The dead mercenaries around him are all trained by him.

Ye Cuo was still lying on the ground, his eyes swept over Yan Feijue, his deep eyes were not wavering, and he couldn't see any mood fluctuations.

"Ye Cuo, you're finally out of the customs. That's fine, lest I kill you today, and everyone will say that I am a sneak attack, and I will not be able to win. Yan Fei said lightly, "From today onwards, Long Teng will be erased from Yunhai City." In the future, this is a power base of the Yan family, the people of Longteng, if they are willing to stay and take refuge, the Yan family will give the best treatment, and if they are unwilling, they will leave their lives. ”

Yan Feijue's voice was calm, without a trace of arrogance, but this tone that no one paid attention to was extremely arrogant.

"Even if you get out of the customs, compared to the Yan family, you are just an ant. ”

Yan Feijue's words made the hearts of the people of Long Teng sink.

Yes, Ye is out of the customs, can you beat it?

The strength of these three old men of the Yan family is equivalent to that of Yan Beihui, and they are all the strength of the masters of the Heavenly List, plus a Yan Feijue who has not shown his true strength at all, even if Ye Cuo is in retreat for a period of time, what can he do?

The owner and wife of Tong Island lost, Tong Bao lost, Pei Ao lost, the master who took refuge, and the injured died.

The Yan family, a thousand-year-old family, is really terrifying.

Moreover, Ye Cuo has not moved until now, lying on the ground, is there something wrong?

"Ye Cuo, I heard that you also have a very strange martial art that can turn your skin into scale armor? Tell me your martial arts secret, I can just cut off your hands and feet, and spare you from dying!" Yan Feijue looked at Ye Cuo and walked towards the secret room step by step.

Pei Ao sat up slowly on the ground, and said, "I said that if you want to kill Ye Cuo, you need to step on my corpse first!"

He clasped his hands in front of his chest, the clothes on his body were windless, and the magic sword on the ground actually flew up directly and returned to his hands.

Yan Feijue sneered and said, "Pei Ao, the magic sword can't deal with me. You are firm in your mind and sincere in all things. I'm the same, it's just that you and I don't think the same thing. You don't have a demon in your heart, you don't know the magic sword at all, if you dare to put the magic sword in my hands, the magic sword will follow me. ”

Pei Ao couldn't help but tremble.

In fact, he really can't exert the power of the magic sword, this magic sword has spirituality, and he will recognize the master. Since it is called a magic sword, it is natural that he will recognize the Lord as the most evil person in the world.

Pei Ao is not this kind of person, he just uses his pure heart to suppress the magic sword.

And Yan Feijue, from the fact that he cut off the arm of his third master uncle just now, he can see that this is a person with demons in his heart.

If the magic sword reaches Yan Feijue's hands, the greatest possibility is that it will be used by him.

Pei Ao was stunned, Yan Feijue suddenly made a move, slapped Pei Ao's chest with one palm, directly collapsed his chest, and flew into the secret room.

Seeing that he was about to hit the wall, his tendons were broken and broken, but he was held up by one hand.

Yan Feijue frowned, but he didn't even notice when Ye Cuo stood up.

Ye Cuo held Pei Ao with one hand and said lightly: "Fortunately." ”

"Boss!"

At this time, even Yan Xie looked at Ye Cuo with a nervous expression.

Ye Cuo stretched out his hand and slowly put Pei Ao on the ground and walked outside.

At this moment, every time he landed with his footsteps, everyone could feel that the ground trembled. And what is very strange is that this trembling is not that Ye Cuo's feet are too heavy, but that everything around him seems to have life because of Ye Cuo's footsteps.

Every step of Ye Cuo is a heartbeat of the earth. Heaven and earth seem to be moving with Ye Cuo.

"Knock knock" ......

This is a magical rhythm, if you can dissect the leaves now, you will find that the bones of his whole body are golden now, as if they were made of gold.

This is the real keel, and Ye Cuo is no longer a human being in the strict sense of the word from this moment on.

With each step of Ye Cuo, his body gradually changed, and a layer of golden scales covered his body.

Behind the spine, each section stretched out a half-foot-long spike, the hands turned into sharp dragon claws, the shoes of both feet were pierced by the feet that turned into dragon claws, and on the forehead, two small dragon horns grew out, and the eyes turned into narrow golden pupils.

"Do you want to learn dragon magic skills?" Ye Cuo said lightly.

He was like a monster now, and the people of the Yan family were all a little frightened and looked at him with a little trembling.

Yan Fei snorted coldly: "It's just a weird martial art, what is there to be afraid of, if it makes people not ghosts and ghosts." ”

An old man beside him said loudly: "Yes, Ye Cuo thief, you used this evil and crooked kung fu to kill my ninth brother." Today, I will worship him with your blood. ”

After speaking, he slapped his palm towards Ye Cuo.

Obviously, it was Ye Cuo's dragon magic skill that made him act cautiously, and this time he used all his strength, and the palm wind was ten times more terrifying than just now.

Before the palm fell, the palm wind had already shrouded a few feet in a radius, and the dust on the ground suddenly rose. This palm has the power of a thousand catties, if it hits Ye Cuo's body, he will definitely die.

However, the next second

The old man's figure froze in mid-air, a golden claw passed through his chest, and in the center of his palm, he still grasped a heart that kept beating.

Another old man was gallant: "Old Seven!"

He roared wildly, and with a devastating momentum, he rushed towards Ye Cuo, and in an instant, his fists had already shot out hundreds of fist shadows in the air.

And in the next second, Ye Cuo's hands each clenched a fist.

The old man struggled, but did not move. He was shocked in his heart, and when he looked up, he saw Ye Cuo's golden pupils, lifeless, only indifferent to death.

"Ye wrong thief, I'm ......"

With a snort, it was like tearing a cloth, and the old man's two arms were torn directly from his body, and even part of his body was torn off.

Throwing the old man whose life and death were unknown to the ground, Ye Cuo glanced at Yan Feijie indifferently: "Do you want to learn the Dragon Divine Skill?"