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"Mr. Ling, can you tell what kind of cultivation that young man has?"

On the top of a high-rise building in Wutan City, Xiao Xun'er looked far away at Ye Fan, who was showing off his power in the backyard of Jialie's house, and softly asked a vague black-clothed figure next to him who was shrouded in shadow.

"Reporting to Miss, this old slave can't tell that there is no fighting energy fluctuation in his body, but his physique is as strong as a monster, with strong blood and infinite strength. He can't be hurt by ordinary weapons, but he can be easily twisted into twists. This is really bizarre, as if... what he practices is not fighting spirit, but the physical training method of flesh and blood, but this is just the old slave's guess, I am not sure. "

Dou Huang Ling Ying, the best among the ancient clan, responded respectfully.

Xiao Xun'er nodded slightly, "What are their identities? Has there been any progress in the investigation?"

"The old slave is incompetent. The two of them seemed to appear out of thin air. There are no clues at all. I only know that they accompanied Young Master Xiao Yan and walked out of the back hill of the Xiao family."

"..."

Xiao Xun'er stood high and could see far away. On the intricate streets of Wutan City, there were two groups of people holding torches high, like two long flame dragons in the night, heading toward the Jialie family from two different directions. A "Dragon Ball" quickly approached.

One side is the Oba family, and the other side is the Xiao family who are ready to see if there are any bargains to be found.

This scene made Xiao Xun'er's lips reveal a faint smile, "I'm afraid Uncle Xiao himself couldn't have imagined that this time it would be far more than just picking up a little bargain."

Ling Ying nodded with a weird expression, "I don't know where Master Xiao Yan found such two weird helpers. Their methods are really weirder than the other. It's really unheard of..."

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The Oba family's support finally arrived belatedly after most of the day. They shouted slogans like "Brother Gallet, my brother is here to help you!" and rushed through the gate, through the front yard, and through the middle. Courtyard, came to the back hall courtyard.

As soon as they stepped into the threshold of the back hall, the few people who were leading the charge almost peed their pants on the spot. There were corpses everywhere in the courtyard, with heads rolling and blood flowing like rivers. Many people were even stopped. Cut in half, filth flowed everywhere, exuding a disgusting and pungent smell. The scene was as terrifying as Shura Hell.

"Click!"

In the middle of the courtyard, a figure expressionlessly twisted the last person's neck with his own hands. His cold gaze, full of chills, was suddenly projected at this moment.

The sharp and cold eyes, coupled with the piles of corpses under his feet that were not yet cold, made the atmosphere too bloody and oppressive, as if the air had been sucked out, making it difficult to breathe.

The many figures of the Oba family who had squeezed into the courtyard were shocked by this look and all unconsciously took a few steps back. Their Adam's apples rolled up and down, and there were sounds of swallowing saliva everywhere, and cold sweat fell from their foreheads.

Damn it!

Did he, by himself, massacre all the Gallie family in such a short period of time?

What kind of murderous monster is this?

Obapa's eyelids were twitching wildly. How could he have known that the Gallie family was in trouble with such a murderous god? He was so full that he brought people to support him. He felt that he could not die quickly enough.

His lips trembled and squirmed, "Retreat...retreat..."

"Did I let you go?"

Ye Fan's face was indifferent, and a page of golden book hung in the palm of his hand, spinning rapidly. After one sentence fell, the nearly 100 people of the Oba family who were about to move were shocked, and the steps they had just raised fell back gently.

"Which family do you belong to?" Ye Fan asked in a low voice. There were three major families in Wutan City, and he was a little afraid that he would kill the wrong person and not be able to explain to Brother Kadian.

"We are from the Oba family, and we have always been on the same level as the Galley family, and we have an sworn hatred!"

Opapa licked his face and responded with a smile, "Isn't this because there is a battle happening here? I wanted to rush over to help the knights, but I didn't expect to arrive a step too late..."

It sounds nice, but it's a pity that Mark is not a fool.

"Oba's family, right..."

The password is correct!

Ye Fan's indifferent face suddenly curled up. He controlled the palm of the golden book and moved his fingertips forward. The next second, the golden book that was spinning in the palm of his hand turned into a strand of golden thread and shot out. .

Obapa was already on guard. His pupils shrank, his figure flashed, and he narrowly missed Jin Shu. However, the tribesmen behind him were unlucky. Seven or eight of them were chopped alive on the spot. Figures fell down like wheat, including an elderly Dou Master elder of the Oba family.

The great fighting master was instantly killed!

"Quickly retreat! Hurry back and lead your tribe to evacuate!" Obapa roared with eyes split open, his fighting spirit condensed into armor, and then...he climbed over the wall and fled!

The rest of the elites of the Oba family woke up from a dream, turned around and ran away in panic. Unlike the Gallie family, they needed to buy time for the old, weak, women and children. At this time, they were very bachelors and had no nostalgia. The nearly one hundred people decisively divided into two waves. , fled in two directions, each of them simply hated their parents for having two legs.

Ye Fan frowned. He was alone. Faced with such a three-way escape situation, he had no choice but to think about it and chose to chase Obapa in the direction of his escape. Capture the thief first and capture the king first, and the rest You can clear it slowly later.

other side.

One of the elites of the Oba family who fled in embarrassment collided with the approaching Xiao family. After the two parties were stunned for a moment, they immediately began to fight. The enemies were extremely jealous when they saw each other. The Xiao family was beating the drowned dog.

The only remaining member of the Oba family was also blocked by a tall young man in black clothes.

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Lu Xian held a large ruler in one hand, standing expressionlessly in the middle of the street, looking at the dozens of people holding torches rushing in front of him, and raised his eyebrows.

"Get out of my way!" A fighting master from the Oba family began to shout from a distance.

"Tsk! You are afraid of Ye Hei, but you are not afraid of me!"

The long ruler was raised and placed horizontally in front of him. Lu Xian sneered and quickly swept his left hand across the ruler. The dazzling milky white glowing symbols were constantly lit up on the ruler, and the soul power in his body was poured into it like flowing water.

"Flame Division - Devouring Wave Ruler!"

The black ruler suddenly swept forward, and the nearly ten-meter-long half-moon-shaped silk was like an indestructible gate knife. It rushed out from the tip of the ruler and fiercely crashed into the crowd, destroying everything in its path. Nothing could stop it, and no one could touch its edge.

In an instant, a roaring explosion that could be heard in most of Wutan City occurred, and a large number of figures were blown up more than ten meters high, and fell on the hard floor tiles like dumplings.

The power of the ground-level fighting skills depends on the strength of the user and the consumption of fighting spirit. Of course, soul power and fighting spirit are actually similar concepts.

This time, the power of the Flame Devouring Wave Ruler was at least three times that of Lu Xian's first attempt, almost draining all the soul power in his body. It was not something that these Oba family minions could handle.

"Brother Lu 666!" Xiao Yan stood on the roof on one side and raised his thumbs and cheered.

"Sprinkle some water." Lu Xian waved his hand casually, and then knocked three Qi-recovering pills calmly, "Don't slack off, the donkeys in the production team don't dare to rest like you, come with me to finish off the enemy!"

"Okay!"

Huo Huo may be a little weak in fighting, but he still has no problem finishing off the enemy!

The two of them quickly attacked the dozen or so people who were still alive in the Oba family.

"Oh shit!"