"How is this possible?!" Michael Grovefi's face turned pale, he staggered and unsteadily, and shouted in a tone of disbelief: "It's obviously just an eighth-order lower position, how can it be like this"

At this moment, he lost most of his henchmen, and his personal power was suddenly reduced to the lowest level, and what the young master said was something that every professional present could not understand, and he was extremely curious to know.

It's a pity that Yang Long didn't explain this, but looked at several other peers in power lightly, and the contempt in his eyes was unconcealed: "Who is next? or together?" ”

Several Grovei's direct young masters, their faces changed drastically when they heard this, they already had the idea of uniting to kill Yang Long, but now that Yang Long said it, it proved that he was not worried about such a situation at all.

"No, you're definitely not Bin!" A young master from a side family jumped out and shouted loudly, trying to use the impression given by Yang Long in the past to deny his identity: "Young Master Bin is a dual-talent magician, where would he be like you who is completely unsuitable for magic!"

"Yes, that's right, you're not Bin!" Michael was stunned for a moment, and then as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, he shouted to the dead man standing behind Yang Long: "Don't be deceived by him, he is definitely another family"

The slanderous words came to an abrupt end, because Yang Long's left sleeve suddenly turned to ashes, his right sleeve suddenly turned into ice chips, his left arm covered with black patterns, and his right arm, which was full of silver-white crystal spots, were exposed in everyone's eyes.

"This, this, this," Michael stammered. The other side young master was also speechless.

It's a pity that Yang Long didn't intend to let them go, after a slight pause, his left palm flipped upward, and a large area of crimson flames seeped out of the skin from those black patterns, and the spiral was concentrated along the arm to the palm of his left hand.

Soon, a bright red fist-sized fireball appeared in Yang Long's left palm, and the scorching air roasted the two groups of people in front and behind them unbearably, and they were sweating profusely and embarrassed after a while.

Everyone can feel it, from this fireball. What kind of terrible energy it contains. They all showed expressions of fear, and subconsciously retreated dozens of meters away.

"Hmph!" With a disdainful sneer, Yang Long directly threw the fireball in his hand towards the side young master who doubted his identity. Then he flicked his right arm in the direction of Michael Grofe.

Phew――

An ice pick the size of a bucket. Tell Michael Grovefe who is spinning and flying towards the stunned. The constant splashing of ice chips and the large flanks of cold fog indicate that this ice pick is not an idle thing.

"Not good!" The young master of the side family has only five top-level professionals. None of them were magicians, unable to make effective interceptions, and the fireballs were like maggots on tarsal bones, and they followed him when they spotted him.

In desperation, this young master could only order the dead soldiers to completely surround him, and let a top-level defense warrior rush forward and try to use a suicide attack to detonate the fireball in advance to escape.

On the other side, Michael Grovefe, despite the constant casting of two magicians, attacking the approaching icicle, still did not hinder it too much.

So two attacks, one ice and one fire, almost at the same time, hit the two people in power who were jumping and scolding a moment ago.

Boom -

A huge ball of fire rose up, completely turning the next young master and his henchmen, along with the surrounding area within a radius of fifty meters, into a sea of fire, and even the other direct young master who was originally beside him was also swallowed up.

Click

However, the ice pick hit the defender who blocked in time, piercing directly from his wall shield, and then piercing his heavy armor, and finally directly through his body to take the life of this top-level professional, before finally dissipating the remaining strength and smashing to the ground.

"Good!"

"Young Master!"

"Bin-Grofe!"

"The patriarch is invincible!"

“”

These two terrible attacks not only confirmed Yang Long's identity, but also made the dead soldiers loyal to Yang Long recover from the shock, and couldn't help but shout loudly, venting their excitement and fear in their hearts.

And this corresponds to the desperation of those in power who are directly and collaterally.

The strength shown by Yang Long in the past could still make them have the idea of uniting and disobeying, but now with the power of these two magic swords alone, as long as they come a few more times, they will not have the slightest chance of surviving.

At this time, the direct young masters felt a kind of fear in their hearts, which made them unconsciously gather with each other, waiting for Yang Long's attack to kill them.

However, the development of events once again surprised these people.

Before Yang Long could say anything, Aiden Grofe, who was standing on the side, suddenly raised the staff in his hand and shouted to the five or six henchmen behind him, after his face was blue and white, "Warriors of the Grovee family, kill these traitors who dare to rebel!"

Then the middle-aged mage, who looked like a warrior, rushed towards the four direct blood relatives who had gathered together, but judging from his slow speed, it seemed that he had no idea of rushing to hand-to-hand combat.

Aiden Grofe's henchmen were a little speechless and stunned for a moment, and then they rushed out in stride, rushing towards the four direct blood relatives, and shouted with strange faces in line with the master's words: "Kill! kill these traitors!"

The rest of the people in power by blood relatives were a little embarrassed for Aiden Grovefey, then looked at the still burning sea of fire, looked at each other for a few times, and then launched an attack with a hot face: "Rush! Kill all the traitors!"

There was only one young master from the side family, who did not choose to attack the direct family, but mingled with another top-level powerhouse of the side family next to him, with a resolute face to die.

"Hehe, these guys. Yang Long couldn't help laughing, but he didn't say anything, just stood there and waited.

This kind of situation is normal, and on the premise that death is inevitable, the ruler of the collateral blood relatives will naturally make up for the sake of the heirs of the family.

After all, in this world, the inheritance of bloodline is an important thing that every nobleman cherishes, except for a collateral ruler who has no son, even if the rest of the rulers are killed by Yang Long afterwards, they must now fight for their descendants.

The two groups of family children who were killed together, in terms of strength, the side family had a slight upper hand.

However, the pace of the battle between these professionals was undoubtedly much slower than that of Yang Long, and by the time the four young masters of the direct family and their henchmen were killed, an hour had passed, and there were only a few people left from the side families.

"Patriarch, the traitors have all been killed!" The four rulers of the side family walked up to Yang Long covered in injuries, and knelt down in front of Yang Long with some hope: "Please Patriarch!"

Even the fifth ruler of the collateral family, who was seriously injured in the battle and only had one breath left, was carried in front of Yang Long, waiting for Yang Long's decision with a strong breath.

Looking at the less than twenty professionals in front of him, Yang Long felt a little stunned in his heart, and the idea of being ready to wipe out all these families was replaced by a limited understanding on his lips: "Your son will inherit your family." ”

"But if they don't know what's wrong, if they have bad intentions. Yang Long's tone was calm, and he said without the slightest compromise: "Then your family will have no need to exist!"

Not every family, like Loren Grovefey, is left with only one seedling left by Yang Long, who can become the ruler of a family, his ambition and mind are undoubtedly the strongest, and none of them are afraid of death.

After having Yang Long's assurance, these people who were still high in power in the side family a day ago showed a look of relief on their faces, and thanked loudly: "Thank you for the kindness of the patriarch!"

Then more than 20 people in front of Yang Long, including the more than 10 top-level professionals who survived, all used the mist in their hands to kill themselves on the spot in front of Yang Long, and died cleanly

(To be continued......)