"Kill!" As soon as the door closed, a group of people with weapons in their hands had already rushed over, and the weapons in their hands were directly slashed towards Ye Cuo's head.

Ye Cuo pinched his knuckles, stood still, and waited for the man to arrive in front of him before waving his hand violently.

"Bang!"

Ye Cuo slapped the top of the first person's head, and the force of this palm was so great that it directly smashed the person's skull to pieces.

The man rushed forward with all his strength, his footsteps could not be stopped, and he still moved forward, but his upper body was beaten backwards, and he fell backwards suddenly, his waist and spine were directly broken, and the whole person was bent into ninety degrees and fell to the ground.

Ye Cuo raised his leg with a kick, directly kicked the whole person away, and hit a person behind him, and there was another sound of fractures. The first person had been directly slapped to death by Ye Cuo, but the one who was hit in the back was still half dead, vomited a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground, and screamed in pain.

The weapons in the hands of the two fell to the ground, and Ye Cuo hooked his foot and took it in his hand. Walked up to the man, rolled down, and the screams stopped.

Zheng Jaeho, who was sitting at the top of the martial arts hall, had a cold look in his eyes.

He could feel that the murderous aura on the young man in front of him was extremely strong, and this murderous aura also made his blood gradually boil.

Another person's weapon attacked, Ye Cuo backhanded a stick, directly breaking the man's arm, one arm, like twisting twist, instantly broke into several pieces, dangling on the shoulder.

"Ahh

"Poof!" the man's teeth were all knocked out, and his mouth was full of blood, and the stick went straight out of the back of his head, and stretched out half a foot long at the back of his neck, blood gushed out, and a pair of eyes bulged out like dead fish.

Ye Cuo jerked back, pulled the stick back, and hit the person's head with a backhand, as if a baseball bat hit a bowling ball, making a muffled sound, and the person's head was like a watermelon, split into several halves.

Red and white, all over the ground, these people just exchanged a move with Ye Suo, and they were directly killed, and their bodies had lost their vitality, but they were still twitching on the ground.

The stick in Ye Cuo's book was stained with blood and smashed flesh, and the whole person was like a blood-bathed demon god, looking at the front with a cold face.

Everyone around was so frightened that they didn't dare to step forward again, and a group of people cowered, brandishing their weapons, and looked at Ye Cuo with horror in their eyes.

Zheng Jaeho slapped the table next to him, and the solid wood table was smashed with a palm: "Give it to me!"

A person gritted his teeth fiercely and rushed over, Ye Cuo kicked sideways and kicked directly on the person's shoulder, the person's shoulder was directly kicked down, screamed, and flew out upside down.

Bang!

The man flew straight out and slammed into the pillar, and the concrete pillar trembled and shed a large piece of wall skin.

A large red stain of blood was left on the pillar, silently telling a kind of killing intent.

This group of Goryeo sticks, all with earth-colored faces, looked at Ye Cuo in horror, you push me, I push you, no one dares to step forward.

"Didn't you just want to kill me? Now that I sent it to the door to kill you, why didn't anyone do it?" Ye Cuo stood in the center of the martial arts hall, looking at all beings, and no one dared to move.

A person shook his voice and scolded: "Despicable Huaxia people, let you die here today"

"Poof!"

Before he finished his words, Ye Cuo's whole person came to him like a ghost, and the stick in his hand hit him on the throat.

This time, he directly smashed the flesh of his throat and the trachea and laryngeal bones.

"Keep scolding!"

The man clutched his neck, the blood foam in his mouth spurted out so loudly that the air could not enter his lungs, and his whole body convulsed and fell to his knees, his whole head hanging down.

It turned out that the strength of Ye Cuo's stick actually broke his entire neck.

Qin Hao was on the side, staring at all this blankly, and suddenly shouted: "Good fight!"

The other person's eyes were cold, and he didn't dare to provoke Ye Cuo again, so he actually went around in half a circle, holding his weapon, and hit Qin Hao.

Ye Cuo's eyes were cold, he backhanded a stick, and flew out directly.

The force of the stick was incomparably great, and with a pop, it was inserted directly into the man's stomach, and then the man was taken up and flew a few meters away, and with a bang, the steel stick was inserted into the wall before stopping.

The man was pierced in the stomach and would not die for a while, nailed to the wall, screaming in pain.

"Who else?" Ye Cuo looked at everyone coldly, no one dared to answer, everyone trembled, and retreated step by step.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!" a man suddenly shouted hysterically, "Whatever we do, it's the curator who did it." ”

The man dropped his weapon suddenly, knelt on the ground with a pop, and kowtowed to Ye Cuo constantly: "Let me go, let me go, I won't dare to bully the Huaxia people in the future, I really know it's wrong." ”

A hint of chill flashed in Ye Cuo's eyes: "When that little girl, I begged you to let her go, did you let her go? Hearing her crying and pleading, what did you do at that time, say it?"

The man was stunned for a moment, waved his hand and said: "We are just joking with that girl, we choose her, it also means that we recognize her appearance, and this is also a thing to be proud of for her!

Ye Cuo sneered: "Then, it's your fate." ”

He hit him with a stick, and the man's head was instantly beaten to pieces like a watermelon.

The rest of the group was shocked and angry: "You...... We have all admitted our mistakes, but are you unwilling to tolerate us? We have only made a small mistake, but you Chinese people want to kill us, and this is the bearing of your so-called great powers?"

"Hahahaha!" Ye Cuo's laughter was extremely cold, "Now you ask me to be magnanimous? Aren't the Huaxia people the inferior untouchables you call them? When you kill others, others are untouchables, and when others kill you, they are intolerant? This logic is really leaky, but unfortunately you need to be tolerant or not, I don't know! I only know that if I tolerate you today, God will not let me go." ”

A group of Goryeo sticks tightly held the weapons in their hands and looked at Ye Cuo through gritted teeth: "So you will definitely not let us go today?"

Ye Cuo sneered: "Now talk to me about tolerance, it's too late, I'm here to kill someone!"

Ye Cuo's voice was extremely cold.

"Since you don't come to kill me, then I'll kill you. The stick wielded in Ye Cuo's hand, like a killing god, rushed directly into the crowd.

All of a sudden, blood flowed, and the martial arts hall turned into a killing field.