Chapter 152: Death Wants to Pull a Back Cushion!

Young Master Yang was completely stunned, he didn't know how to justify, and he didn't even know whether he should justify.

Only one face appeared in front of his eyes, it was his fox friend and dog friend, the beautiful little lady in the building, the delicate little girl, the eldest lady of the chaos stall and her little grandson, and even his opponent, his grandson.

In the end, it was fixed in the eyes that were disdainful of him, and it was the girl he secretly admired.

Then the faces of these people gradually turned hideous, full of blood, and they bared their teeth and pounced on themselves.

"Oh!! don't! don't come here!!"

Yang Shaoyan's painful shouts resounded throughout Yangjiazhuang, and the people on the ground curled up in a ball, covering their heads, and couldn't stop roaring, if the sword hadn't moved its place, he would have cut himself to comfort the soul.

Seeing this, his mother crawled over to him with both hands and feet, "Son, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, my mother is here, my mother is in ......"

His father sat on the ground, as if he had lost his soul.

The other relatives had different looks.

Although the old farmer guessed it, he didn't guess that it would be so serious! He didn't know what kind of mood he was in, but the matter had come to this point, he could no longer take the life of Shaoyan, whether he was selfish or cheeky, he was his grandfather.

"It is the Yang family who is deeply guilty, but Shaoyan is young after all, unfamiliar with the mind, it is inevitable to make mistakes, it is my elders who did not supervise and remind, but in any case the fault is in my Yang family, the old man is willing to die to apologize, abolish Shaoyan cultivation, repentance in the mountains and green lights, the people of the Yang family must have a good heart, do good deeds, follow from generation to generation, in order to repay the world, to atone for their sins, and hope that the Lord of Wanbao will be gracious. ”

The old man, almost down to the dust, begged in the most desperate voice.

"I hope that the Lord of Wanbao will be gracious. Yang Wangshu knelt down.

The second child of the Yang family glanced at his daughter, and his eyes were not kind.

A few more people knelt down, and the little girl also learned to kneel down decently, and slammed her head on the ground.

"Lord Wanbao, how many innocent people have died in vain in the fog barrier forest, now, why don't you spare the Yang family, it can be regarded as accumulating virtue and doing good. "Among the cultivators raised by the Yang family, one of them finally spoke.

The man who was angry with the book, just looking at his appearance, was afraid that anyone could beat him twice.

But what he said was very sharp, pointing directly at the sore spot of Wantonghui, and the people of Wanjiabao glared at him together.

Wan Tonghui raised his hand, and the man immediately raised the wolf in his hand to defend, which was his weapon.

But the next moment, a scream sounded and stopped abruptly.

When everyone looked at it, they saw a painful-looking head and body separated, blood gushing out from the broken neck, and the body convulsed twice, and his mother next to him fainted.

The young man put away his sword, and the figure flickered, and he was already standing behind Wan Tonghui.

The old owner's head shook, and he fainted.

Yangjiazhuang was once again in a mess, and the scholarly manly face was red, "You!"

The sword was far away, and the killing intent had emanated from the young man, and the bookish man didn't continue after all.

Wan Tonghui got up and didn't even look at him, leaving only one sentence, "If you make another mistake, the Yang family will be reunited!"

After leaving Yangjiazhuang, Wan Shiyi looked at the corpses all over the ground with red eyes, "Auntie, what about these people?"

"Someone will take care of it. ”

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Fog Barrier Forest

Ruan Linlang and Teng Long were in a stalemate, and under Ruan Linlang's careful guidance, the two of them had moved away from the entrance of the cave, after all, the two of them had recruited too fiercely, and they were afraid of injuring their own people or destroying the entrance of the cave by mistake.

Unlike the two of them, although the battle was fierce, it was difficult to see life and death.

The battle at the entrance of the cave is ten times more tragic, a hundred times more severe.

The demon clan has Dark Snow Farewell Continent and Fox Sang, I think that Ji Wushang couldn't even hurt a corner of Fox Sang's clothes, and Ji Wushang is also the best among the younger generation, at this time, the only people who can be equal to Ji Wushang here are Shang Ke and Xue Feng who came with Ruan Linlang.

The two of them each led a few people and dealt with one each, and they barely lost the upper hand by relying on the number of people.

The rest fought with the demons, and that was the most tragic!

It is often a life for a life, whether it is a demon or a human race, the eyes are red, and a disciple is pierced in the abdomen from behind, but he fiercely grasps the tip of the sword that comes through, and then turns around and swings the knife.

The demons who gave up their weapons one step later split up.

The disciple who successfully pulled a cushion on his back laughed wildly, and was suddenly choked by the neck, and his head hung down softly, revealing the demon clan behind him, and the demon clan was about to attack others with his chains.

There was a slam in the back, and the person who had just been killed by himself fell to the ground.

After seeing whether the body was a human or a demon, the man had already opened his mouth and bit him, Rao is he reacted quickly, punched the man, the fist smashed the teeth, entered through the mouth, smashed the skull, broke out with the brain, and was also gnawed off a piece of flesh, as for the man was already broken muscles and bones, and had no power to resist, he would attack with his teeth.

The next moment, the cold light was cold, and the magic hand was like a ball rolling on the ground.

"The wind is thundering!"

The thunder in the sky surrendered to the red tassel spear, Xue Feng was like a god of thunder, the spear turned out a sea of thunder, stabbed forward, the thunder ran like a snake, and the silver light flashed on the red umbrella in an instant, and the thunder covered its original color.

There are even disciples who will help him and block the way for Husang to dodge.

There is no absolute difference in strength, and the number of people will gradually prevail in the prolonged battle.

The feeling of numbness continues to come from the umbrella, and the fox sang is no longer as calm as before, and there are a few more scars on his body, and the human race has followed one after another, even if she dies, she will block her way, which makes her how can she not be injured.

"Get out of the way!"

Shang Ke roared, the four disciples in front of him exploded one after another and died, the "white sun" arrived in front of him almost in the blink of an eye, Shang Ke hurriedly crossed his arms in front of him, a pair of armor appeared on both arms, and actually took this "white sun", but although he took it, the powerful impact made him retreat uncontrollably, one step at a time, one by one!

It's not good to look at the dark snow other continent again, the whole person is bloody, and the technique he cultivates is not conducive to close combat, but should be in the dark and far away.

A demon clan seized the opportunity, waved his big knife and slashed at Shang Ke, whose body was uncontrollable.

Seeing that he was about to make meritorious service, his arm was in sharp pain, and it was already broken, and the big knife fell in vain.

Du Ru held the star and moon crutches in his hand, and the move neatly broke the neck of the demon, panting heavily, and his immature face was covered with blood.

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On the other side, Weng Ran, who was so pondering that he almost lost consciousness again, suddenly heard an unfamiliar voice.

The sound was like wind blowing through the cracks in the dusty stone door.

It's cold and distant.

It's so heavy that it feels so fleeting that it can pass away at any time.

At this time, she didn't notice that her spiritual source had all turned black.

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