Ye Wuqiu's eyes reflected a dangerous arc, and the narrow light flowed and gathered in the transparent stratum of his pupils. At the same time, the light of the sword and sword shadow became the external inducement. In the eyes of Ye Wuqiu, a huge thrilling light suddenly shot out from all directions, and a grand passion emerged. His roaring sword appeared out of thin air, and then his wrist twisted and the fire filled the light, and a clanging buzzing sound suddenly spread to everyone's ears.

The sergeant commander only felt the hot and hot temperature coming from the wide-blade sword in his hand, and the heart-wrenching force filled him with it made him step back several steps. This power is not about the excellence of cultivation, but about the pure blood pressure, as if the inheritance of Dou Qi is also divided into high and low.

The sergeant's face was full of shock. It was obvious that he was just a mere Douying cultivation, but it made people feel as hard as a mountain. At this moment, Ye Wuchou was churning with golden red weapons all over his body. The fog was not aimless and lazy and unrestrained, but had a commonality with the flames.

"You...what do you want to do!" The sergeant found that his momentum had fallen into a bad situation before he could fight. As soon as he said that, he felt that it was inappropriate. Even if Ye Wuchou was strange, he was a civilian force without background. Even if he had contact with the officials, he did not dare to blatantly fight against the imperial soldiers who represented the imperial identity.

You must know that behind him, the face of the empire cannot be seen in everything. The boy in front of him is lawless because he relies on some of his things. There must be a time when he regrets it!

Thinking of this, the sergeant immediately straightened his back and put the wide blade on Ye Wuchou's neck again and said, "Boy, can you resist? The Imperial Army is here. If you don't want to live, don't drag down your brothers."

As he said this, he felt uneasy and his eyes kept hinting, and his subordinates understood the intention and quickly surrounded him.

Ye Wuchou felt heat all over his body, and a scattered heat flow was swelling up and down. His meridians fully utilized their strengths of resilience and formed an indelible sense of advancement in the rapid expansion. Ye Wuchou comfortably released his limbs and bones, which made the soul feel deeply comforted, made him energetic, and his magical experience of clever ears, clear eyes, and clear consciousness brought his realm to a new level.

Ye Wuchou stared at his body incredibly. The rising sun soul made his whole body almost sublimate. This... Is this the sword soul of the Gangyao Ji Yang Sword? You must know that the Guangyao Ji Yang Sword is a holy weapon of the Kaiyang Kingdom. Such a respectful status does not allow his sword soul to be a despicable existence.

Ye Wuqiu didn't care about the threat of the sergeant at all. He was just amazed at the changes in his body. The anger caused by his overly anxious just now was like a mountain torrent, and then an unparalleled power emerged from his tendons. Ye Wuqiu raised his hand and held the wide blade knife tightly. The sergeant stared at Ye Wuqiu in a daze and said, "What do you want to do! I tell you, don't do it randomly!"

Ye Wuchou felt that the power filled with muscles was nowhere to vent. It seemed that maggots were crawling between the bones. He roared wildly, and the wind overflowed. He grabbed the broad blade knife and clenched his fists hard. He saw that the sword that should have been extremely hard was slowly bent. Finally, in everyone's astonished eyes, Ye Wuchou shouted again, and his muscles suddenly exposed, just like the eighteen bronze men in Shaolin Temple. His skin was coated with a color that belonged to Tianxuan's unique skills.

The wide-blade knife slowly bent and finally turned into a pile of broken copper and iron. Ye Wuchou's palm appeared in a daze of black mist, which appeared in a state of scales out of thin air, and with every force he exerted, it would flash.

The soldiers could not get down the tongue. He pointed at Ye Wuchou for a long time and couldn't say a word. Finally, he heard a chorus. The destroyed big knife fell on the ground. The soldiers hurriedly led the other soldiers away.

As the scene was resolved, Huo Jie looked around Ye Wuchou with interest, then reluctantly smiled and said, "I didn't expect there to be a new breakthrough. What kind of unique skill is this? Is it still the Kung Fu of the Tianxuan Sword Sect?"

Ye Wuchou was also surprised when he looked at his Ye Ye's body like a god. He looked at Huo Jie and then stretched out his palm. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Huo Jie's mouth. He understood Ye Wuchou's meaning, and then extended his hand to hold Ye Wuchou tightly together.

The two teenagers showed kindness and trust in their eyes. Although they had just started a fight because of emotional excitement, they were still intimate after their mood stabilized. None of them said these inner thoughts. The tacit understanding between the two was greater than a thousand words, and all the meanings were expressed clearly in the instant of eye contact.

"Gremy, please click the team's list again to determine whether only the female family members did not return to the team." Ye Wuchou ordered. Gremy took the order to do the work. Ye Wuchou turned his head and said to Huo Jie: "This matter must be discussed for a long time. If it is really kidnapped by the Blood Peel Emperor's people, then they will definitely be very safe, otherwise the Blood Peel Emperor will risk losing the jade seal."

Ye Wuqiu's eyes reflected a dangerous arc, and the narrow light flowed and gathered in the transparent stratum of his pupils. At the same time, the light of the sword and sword shadow became the external inducement. In the eyes of Ye Wuqiu, a huge thrilling light suddenly shot out from all directions, and a grand passion emerged. His roaring sword appeared out of thin air, and then his wrist twisted and the fire filled the light, and a clanging buzzing sound suddenly spread to everyone's ears.

The sergeant commander only felt the hot and hot temperature coming from the wide-blade sword in his hand, and the heart-wrenching force filled him with it made him step back several steps. This power is not about the excellence of cultivation, but about the pure blood pressure, as if the inheritance of Dou Qi is also divided into high and low.

The sergeant's face was full of shock. It was obvious that he was just a mere Douying cultivation, but it made people feel as hard as a mountain. At this moment, Ye Wuchou was churning with golden red weapons all over his body. The fog was not aimless and lazy and unrestrained, but had a commonality with the flames.

"You...what do you want to do!" The sergeant found that his momentum had fallen into a bad situation before he could fight. As soon as he said that, he felt that it was inappropriate. Even if Ye Wuchou was strange, he was a civilian force without background. Even if he had contact with the officials, he did not dare to blatantly fight against the imperial soldiers who represented the imperial identity.

You must know that behind him, the face of the empire cannot be seen in everything. The boy in front of him is lawless because he relies on some of his things. There must be a time when he regrets it!

Thinking of this, the sergeant immediately straightened his back and put the wide blade on Ye Wuchou's neck again and said, "Boy, can you resist? The Imperial Army is here. If you don't want to live, don't drag down your brothers."

As he said this, he felt uneasy and his eyes kept hinting, and his subordinates understood the intention and quickly surrounded him.

Ye Wuchou felt heat all over his body, and a scattered heat flow was swelling up and down. His meridians fully utilized their strengths of resilience and formed an indelible sense of advancement in the rapid expansion. Ye Wuchou comfortably released his limbs and bones, which made the soul feel deeply comforted, made him energetic, and his magical experience of clever ears, clear eyes, and clear consciousness brought his realm to a new level.

Ye Wuchou stared at his body incredibly. The rising sun soul made his whole body almost sublimate. This... Is this the sword soul of the Gangyao Ji Yang Sword? You must know that the Guangyao Ji Yang Sword is a holy weapon of the Kaiyang Kingdom. Such a respectful status does not allow his sword soul to be a despicable existence.

Ye Wuqiu didn't care about the threat of the sergeant at all. He was just amazed at the changes in his body. The anger caused by his overly anxious just now was like a mountain torrent, and then an unparalleled power emerged from his tendons. Ye Wuqiu raised his hand and held the wide blade knife tightly. The sergeant stared at Ye Wuqiu in a daze and said, "What do you want to do! I tell you, don't do it randomly!"

Ye Wuchou felt that the power filled with muscles was nowhere to vent. It seemed that maggots were crawling between the bones. He roared wildly, and the wind overflowed. He grabbed the broad blade knife and clenched his fists hard. He saw that the sword that should have been extremely hard was slowly bent. Finally, in everyone's astonished eyes, Ye Wuchou shouted again, and his muscles suddenly exposed, just like the eighteen bronze men in Shaolin Temple. His skin was coated with a color that belonged to Tianxuan's unique skills.

The wide-blade knife slowly bent and finally turned into a pile of broken copper and iron. Ye Wuchou's palm appeared in a daze of black mist, which appeared in a state of scales out of thin air, and with every force he exerted, it would flash.

The soldiers could not get down the tongue. He pointed at Ye Wuchou for a long time and couldn't say a word. Finally, he heard a chorus. The destroyed big knife fell on the ground. The soldiers hurriedly led the other soldiers away.

As the scene was resolved, Huo Jie looked around Ye Wuchou with interest, then reluctantly smiled and said, "I didn't expect there to be a new breakthrough. What kind of unique skill is this? Is it still the Kung Fu of the Tianxuan Sword Sect?"

Ye Wuchou was also surprised when he looked at his Ye Ye's body like a god. He looked at Huo Jie and then stretched out his palm. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Huo Jie's mouth. He understood Ye Wuchou's meaning, and then extended his hand to hold Ye Wuchou tightly together.

The two teenagers showed kindness and trust in their eyes. Although they had just started a fight because of emotional excitement, they were still intimate after their mood stabilized. None of them said these inner thoughts. The tacit understanding between the two was greater than a thousand words, and all the meanings were expressed clearly in the instant of eye contact.
Chapter completed!