Deb saw Night Nineteen holding the hilt of the knife, but he was afraid that he would immediately kill the killer!

This is a bad star that you can't even provoke!

Deb was secretly frightened, and his heart was even more worried about Mosilgan's recklessness.

"Lord Khan, please don't be angry, I'll ask him to apologize to you right away!

"He's just a milky kid, relying on the majesty of the old khan, and he's here to do his thing! I, Mosilgan, am not afraid of him! Let me teach this guy a lesson today!"

Reaching out and pulling out the bright scimitar, he strode out of the crowd!

When Mosilgan was young, he once received the guidance of a master, and his personal cultivation was quite good.

In the days of the martial arts competition, he broke through another realm, and his strength was already close to that of a fifth-level martial artist!

His realm, even on the entire grassland, is also a rare opponent.

It can be said that among the natives of the southern steppe, he can already be regarded as the first person in force!

But in the past two days, except for killing a few guards in the caravan, he didn't have a chance to make a move! For those ordinary Kunpeng people, he didn't bother to kill them at all!

He's looking for an opportunity, an opportunity for all the people of the southern steppes to know!

And if he can kill the sweat that everyone fears on the other side, his reputation will definitely spread throughout the grassland! Therefore, his desire to express himself is even stronger!

Looking at Mosilgan who came out, Ye Nineteen's eyes were even colder, like a sharp spear, piercing Mosilgan's inexplicable chill.

On the day of the tournament, it happened to coincide with Mosilgan who had some personal affairs, and he was not there in person.

Therefore, he had only heard about the fact that he had killed Chilehu with arrows in the nineteenth night and fought the saints alone, but he had not seen it with his own eyes.

It's better to hear than to see, those are just rumors, how can they be true?

Although his own subordinates once passed on this sweat to his gods, in Mosilgan's heart, he was a little disapproving!

And the Night Nineteen went from rushing into battle to killing, to the Battle of Tucheng, to the killing of the Hell Demon General in the rebel camp, Mosilgan had never seen it.

For these recent events, Mosil Gan has just returned to the camp, and he has not even heard of it!

Although he was a little afraid of Night Nineteen's eyes, he was not afraid of Night Nineteen!

He believed that with his fifth-level strength, he could definitely easily kill the guy on the other side!

"Mosilgan, come back quickly! Hurry up and apologize to Khan! Khan will forgive you! Come back quickly, don't do stupid things!"

See Mosil Gan step out of the crowd and go to challenge Night Nineteen. Knowing that Mosilgan's life was in danger, Deb did not dare to go out of the crowd and pull him back, so he had to stand there and shout desperately.

Mosil Gan turned a deaf ear, he just wanted to teach Night Nineteen a good lesson now, and also be in the limelight by the way!

Let everyone know that they are powerful! In the future, their status in the southern grasslands will be even more lofty!

"For the sake of you, you are the concubine of the lord of Zhuoya, if you kowtow to the chief of Debu now, I will spare your life, otherwise, don't blame the scimitar in my hand for not recognizing people!"

Looking at Mosilgan, who was blowing his beard and glaring there, Night Nineteen said secretly, this guy has never been seen before, but looking at his outfit, he should also be a big man!

When I was first involved in this rebellion before, I didn't want to form too deep a hatred with these grassland magnates!

Therefore, Ye Nineteen did not kill these powerful people such as the patriarch of the tribe!

But last night when I parted ways with Helian Thrush, I agreed that I would go to look for her as soon as the matter was over.

If you enter the Central Plains, you may never set foot on the grassland again, so why show mercy to these rebellious steppe people?

Seeing that Ye Nineteen was silent, just looking at himself! Mosilgan thought that he had already been frightened by himself.

Mosilgan's gall suddenly rose, and the true qi in his body was quickly raised, and a layer of white silver light appeared around his body.

Seeing the silver light he released, Ye Nineteen was slightly surprised, he didn't expect that the natives on this remote grassland could also have martial artists who had cultivated to the early stage of the fifth level? But when he thought that the Great Snow Mountain was so close to the grassland, he was relieved again.

Mosilgan saw Night Nineteen's somewhat surprised gaze, and thought that he was even more timid after seeing his rank.

Trying his best to run his true qi, the silver light on his body brightened a little more, and Mosil Gan raised his head and looked proud, laughing a few times, his eyes full of contempt and disdain.

"Hmph! Do you see the silver light on your grandfather's body? This is the true qi that only a high-level martial artist can release! If you are afraid, quickly kowtow and admit your mistake! Lao Tzu may be happy in his heart, and he can let you go!"

Night Nineteen looked at him and snorted coldly.

Seeing that Ye Nineteen was noncommittal, and snorted coldly, Mosil was furious in his heart!

"You Central Plains people are all a bunch of bastards! Like you, a little white face, I don't know what despicable and shameless means you have used? You actually made the county lord Zhuoya like you! Do you think that I won't dare to kill you because of the county lord Zhuoya? You little bastard who eats soft rice!"

At the beginning, although Night Nineteen was a little angry at Mosilgan's provocation, he didn't want to kill him, he just wanted to teach him a lesson!

But when he heard him scold his little bastard, an uncontrollable killing intent suddenly surged up!

"You're looking for death!"

The waterbreaker flicked and came out of its sheath.

He strode forward and slashed at Mosilgan.

Mosilgan had been on guard against him, and when he saw the knife in his hand unsheathed, he hurriedly met the scimitar in his hand.

But Night Nineteen's knife was too fast, and he only saw a flash of the knife, and the water knife was already in front of him.

Sirgan's reaction was not unpleasant, and the scimitar was raised with a blow.

"Bell!" and the water cutter was already slashed at the scimitar in his hand.

Mosilgan was armed with his own strength, but when the two knives collided, he felt a strong force surging from the knife, which shook his wrist and numb, and the scimitar was almost blown away!

Mosilgan was shocked! He clearly didn't see the True Qi Light Curtain released from Ye Nineteen's body, but the power of this sword was actually stronger than his own! This sweat puppet's force might really be as powerful as rumored!

Just this touch, Mosil Gan immediately felt fearful, knowing that he had underestimated his opponent!

Before he could think about it, Mosilgan quickly bent down and retreated, trying to escape from the range of Night Nineteen's sword light.

How could Night Nineteen do what he wanted!?

The little mongrel he scolded had completely angered Night Nineteen!

The wrist trembled, and the water knife had already sealed Mosilgan's retreat!

Mosil Gan was stumbling left and right in the light of the knife, barely parrying! He had already turned pale with fright, and the scimitar in his hand could only protect a few vital points, and he had no power to fight back!

At this time, my life is in danger, where can I still take care of my face? I kept shouting, "Come on, come and save me!"

Who among these people present didn't know how powerful Ye Nineteen was? Who dared to step forward and send him to death!

Except for the mysterious Great Yuan Sorcerer, who here can block the attack of Night Nineteen?

After hearing Mosilgan's cries for help, his guards wanted to come to help, but Deb stopped them!

Deb was afraid that these people would anger Night Nineteen even more, and if he really angered him, I wonder how many people he would kill?

Knowing that Mosilgan was afraid that he would not be spared, he commanded his men to control his guards and retreat.

When Mosilgan saw his people, instead of stepping forward to help, he retreated back, with a secret hatred in his heart.

After barely supporting a few more moves, he had already been cut by Ye Nineteen with several wounds on his body.

The two of them were quick with swordsmanship, only to see the light of the knife, and others could not even see the figures of the two clearly. I could only hear the screams and cries for help from Mosilgan in the light of the knife.

The sword light in the sky suddenly paused, and I saw that Mosilgan's scimitar had already flown out of his hand!

Only then did everyone see that the water knife of the night nineteen had been placed horizontally on Mosilgan's neck.

Mosilgan was dripping with blood all over his body, and several wounds kept spurting blood, almost becoming a bloody man, and his appearance was extremely miserable.

Mosilgan's face was as dead as ashes, his trembling strands trembled, and he was almost unable to stand still.

There was no more arrogance on his face, all that was left was begging for mercy and the fear of death.

Ye Nineteen's face was calm, and he still looked at him coldly.

"You just scolded me, didn't you?"

"Lord Khan, I know it's wrong, please spare me a dog's life! I don't dare anymore......"

"For those who dare to insult me, I will fulfill him!"

Night Nineteen's expression was cold, and he looked at the begging Mosilgan, his eyes full of disgust.

Seeing Night Nineteen's cold eyes, Mosil Gan knew that begging for his life would not work!

With a roll of his eyes, he just wanted to scare this sweaty girl and spare his life!

"Lord Khan, I'm the patriarch of the Wendal clan! If you dare to kill me, the Wendal clan will never let you go......!"

Before the words were finished, in the area of the nineteenth broken water knife in the night, a cavity of dirty blood splashed out!

Mosilgan clutched the blood gushing from his neck, trying to save his life.

His eyes were full of fear, and his throat was even more gurgling, and he stretched out a hand and grabbed it in the air a few times before he slowly fell down unwillingly.

There was an exclamation from the crowd of rebels, and in the face of a high-ranking and powerful clan chief, Ye Nineteen actually said that he would kill him!

The tribal magnates standing there were all terrified!

In front of this sweaty man, status and power don't mean anything at all! He doesn't care at all!

Seeing the red splattering in Mosil's throat, Night Nineteen's heart was even hotter, and the killing was about to move.

"Who else is coming?"

Under the cold gaze of Ye Nineteen, all the people were afraid and did not dare to face each other!

No one dared to answer his question.

The people led by Mosilgan were reluctant to see the tribal patriarch killed. But seeing the performance of other people, although he hated in his heart, he didn't dare to step forward.

Night Nineteen stepped forward again, his face was grim, and the water knife pointed at the rebels!

"Wow!", and the rebels all retreated backwards, trying to get farther away from this murderous demon!

Seeing that after Ye Nineteen killed Mosilgan, the murderous aura on his body became even more vigorous, and he made no secret of the crazy killing intent in his eyes!

"Lord Khan, Sugena Khan is still here!, don't forget our agreement?" exclaimed Deb.