Married and Obedient to the Husband

The master elites of the Yan Family Fort were not there, and the remaining people in the Yan Family Fort were no opponents of the Demon Cult at all. This was a resistance with a huge difference in power, and blood flowed like rivers, mixed with the rain on the ground.

Crying and killing everywhere, the members of the Devil's Cult wore black clothes embroidered with fiery red flame patterns, like ghosts, ruthlessly harvesting lives.

The only three remaining elders in the Yan Family Fort fought Ye Wuchang to the death. Ye Wuchang looked relaxed, as if he was playing with the prey he got. The three elders were covered in injuries, but they still tried their best.

"Do you know why I hate you Yanjiabao so much?" Knocking down the three elders to the ground with one palm, Ye Wuchang put one hand behind his back and looked up at the sky full of torrential rain.

The rain was dense and wet everyone's clothes, and his eyes became distant.

"If Yan Jiabao hadn't intervened, it wouldn't be what it is now. You also had a part in killing my parents, so I want you to pay with blood. I want everyone who owes me and hurts me to pay back one by one. .”

After finishing speaking, killing intent permeated the whole body, Ye Wuchang slapped it out with one palm, sand and rocks flew around, and the rumbling thunder blasted out the other people who surrounded him.

The three elders got up from the ground in embarrassment, their bodies covered in mud and blood mixed with their bodies.

"You shouldn't blame Mo'er." Old Jiang Ge spat out the blood from his mouth, and then calmly said to Ye Wuchang.

"You never know how much Mo'er loves you and how much he has sacrificed for you. You have no reason to resent him." Before he finished speaking, Mr. Jiang Ge's body was slapped flying with a heavy palm.

Ye Wuchang sneered disdainfully, "Love, what a ridiculous word, he deceived me with his cheap love at the beginning, if I believe him again, I will be really stupid."

After Ye Wuchang said it, he didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, his voice was very deep, and his low laugh made people feel like dark clouds in the sky, surrounding everyone from all directions, making people breathless .

Ah Rui, in a trance, his bright smile and gentle eyes are so affectionate.

In the blink of an eye, he stabbed him in the back, how hypocritical his love is, how outrageous.

He was stupid, that's why he believed in Yanmo, and that's why he let him kill his uncle.

What repeatedly appeared in his mind was Yan Mo's cold and ruthless knife, which pierced through his father's body, and his uncle's. He was lying on the ground so pale and powerless, being violated.

And Yanmo's face was frosty, indifferent.

He was powerlessly begging, Mo'er begging you to save my uncle, please, but Yan Mo just raised his head, gave him a cold smile, then turned around and walked further and further away.

Such chaotic memories were silently mixed into his mind.

To be deeply remembered, it was the indifference of turning his head that broke all the beauty in his heart. He didn't love him and had been deceiving him all the time.

He was smiling, looking at the sky and smiling, his eyes were moist with a smile, it had been five years, and what he was facing five years later was such a situation, if he could, he would rather never think about it.

Why bother, why are you still hesitating at this moment, the blood debt is paid in blood, since the people of the Yan Family Fort have a share, then he will definitely not spare them.

Murderous aura spread all over his body, and the majestic heavy rain became his most advantageous weapon. Ye Wuchang opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes became extremely sharp, he raised his palm, and the rain had not yet fallen in mid-air. Ye Wuchang's palm was like a knife. With a wave of his palm, the raindrop was like the sharpest weapon, heading towards the three elders.

Fast, ruthless, accurate, the three elders didn't even move, the raindrops penetrated their necks.Make an inconspicuous little hole.

Ye Wuchang looked cold, smiled coldly, raised the corners of his lips and said wickedly: "The hunting game is over."

The bodies of the three elders fell straight and fell into the muddy rainwater, and they never got up again.

The blood slowly expanded under their bodies, and then expanded until it was washed away by the rain.

"No..." A shrill cry, accompanied by the fall of the three elders, rushed into the chilling field, Yan Mo's white clothes were covered in blood, wet by the rain, sticking to his body in a state of embarrassment.

Ye Wuchang looked up at Yan Mo's rushing figure calmly, raised his lips and smiled, it seems that this hunt is not over yet.

When Yan Mo saw the bodies of the three elders, his feet went limp all of a sudden, he staggered and knelt on the ground, his knees fell heavily to the ground, splashing rainwater all over the ground.

why why?

Yanmo tightly clenched the hands hanging under the sleeves, and bit his lips tightly, tasted the taste of blood in his mouth, it was so bitter, so crushing.

These three elders watched him grow up together, accompanied him since he was a child, and took the place of his father and father. They were both his master and his father.

Did Yanmo lower his head, tears could not flow out, his mouth was full of soreness, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"why?"

Yan Mo never looked at the corpses of the three elders again, grabbed the saber at his waist, and walked towards Ye Wuchang step by step.

"You hate me, just kill me, why do you want to hurt innocent people? Wsm?" Yanmo almost yelled out the last sentence of why, and the heart-piercing roar echoed in the air for a long time.

Listening to Yanmo's complaint, Ye Wuchang raised the corners of his lips cruelly and said: "It's too cheap to kill you. I will let you taste all the pain I have experienced. It's not good for your loved ones. Come on, Mo'er."

Sword light and sword shadow, at this time the two of them had nothing to say, and before Yan Mo could finish speaking, a sword had already been thrust out.

The ultimate move is fierce, with all the despair.

Yes, it was despair. Even at this moment, he couldn't hate the man in front of him, only despair.

Ye Wuchang fought against the four elders of Yanjiabao in a row, and it was also a little difficult to fight Yanmo at this time. He slightly raised his hand and slashed down with his palm, blocking Yanmo's attacking sword.

After Yanmo gave birth to the child, he didn't even have time to rest, and his internal energy was greatly depleted. With one move, Ye Wuchang already felt the weakness of Yanmo's internal energy.

With this realization, Ye Wuchang instantly poured all his internal energy into his palm.

The sword made a buzzing sound, as if it couldn't bear this invisible force and was about to break at any time, so he protested, and Yan Mo bet on this sword with all his anger.

Even though my internal organs have begun to boil and my blood is rolling, I still stubbornly refuse to give in.

The first time the two met, it was a collision of internal forces.Two powerful internal forces spread from the two of them, and there was a violent crackling sound. The members of the Demon Cult and the Yanjiabao who were fighting together were suddenly impacted by this internal force, and fell to the ground one after another. More or less minor injuries.

In this way, what was supposed to be a back-and-forth fight between the two sides turned into a unilateral confrontation between Ye Wuchang and Yanmo.

People from the Devil's Cult and the Yanjiabao stopped their hands at the same time. They watched the competition between the two in the middle of the field with burning eyes. Such a rare competition between masters has never been seen in my life. How can I not watch it.

The ground under the two of them sank deeply. The moment the ground collapsed, the sword in Yan Mo's hand broke suddenly, and the broken sword flew towards him.

Ye Wuchang also caught another broken sword at this moment.

The broken sword was caught between the fingertips of the two, and Ye Wuchang lifted his breath and flew out, leaving the collapsed ground. Yan Mo followed closely, his body jumped up, and the broken sword in his hand stabbed out mercilessly.

Ye Wuchang turned to one side, turned his wrist, and the broken sword in his hand and Yan Mo's struck sparks in mid-air.

The figures of the two exchanged and tossed, only one black and one white could be seen in mid-air, intertwined rapidly, making it difficult for people to see their moves clearly.

The surrounding rain, because of their fight, was swept into a stream, and began to drip towards the surrounding area, and the place where they fought, even a drop of rainwater could not enter.

Such a powerful aura is daunting.

A quarter of an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and the two fighting figures finally separated. Yan Mo fell to the ground from mid-air, staggered back two steps, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

Just after the battle, he was injured by Ye Wuchang's internal force, and he was weak and unable to support himself, so he vomited blood uncontrollably.

Yan Mo's body shook for a while, and he couldn't stand still. He knelt on the ground with one knee, and the rain fell down his head in an instant, and his whole body was soaked by the rain.

Ye Wuchang was also stunned by Yan Mo's internal force, but he was better than Yan Mo, and did not suffer any serious internal injuries.

Seeing Yanmo's weak state now, Ye Wuchang understood that Yanmo might have just given birth.

When he thought that he had a child with the person who cheated him, he felt a strange feeling in his heart. It was definitely not joy, but a trace of anger and resentment.

He sent Yu Luozhi to do it, but didn't he kill that child?

Maybe it's okay not to kill him, Ye Wuchang's heart is full of mixed feelings, no matter how strange thoughts intertwine, he doesn't know whether he longs for that child or resents more.

In the silence, Ye Wuchang approached Yanmo step by step.

With the attitude of a victor, he looked down at Yanmo.

Ye Wuchang raised Yanmo's chin with one hand, and said in a deep voice, "You lost."

Looking around, the corpses all over the ground are all people I know, including my most important people, and acquaintances from the Yan family, because all of them are dead, and the rest are still struggling with the demon cult.

Despair is like a giant black beast, devouring Yanmo's heart, and Yanmo's whole body is falling towards that giant black beast.

He closed his eyes in despair: "Kill me, please let the rest of Yan's family go."

"What qualifications do you have to negotiate terms with me?" The hand gripping his chin suddenly tightened, Yan Mo said persistently without saying a word: "Please, let them go, I have no complaints about how you want to treat me , even if you cut him into pieces."

At this last moment, he wanted to fight for a chance of survival for the other living people in Yanjiabao.