36: C36 Rushing Thunder Wind and Immortal Slashing Platform(2)

C36 Rushing Thunder Wind and Immortal Slashing Platform(2)

Spiritual energy splashed, wreaking havoc!

Mo Yongyi let out a strange cry, and his arm that was holding the sword's hilt suddenly trembled, as if it had been smashed by a heavy hammer.

Kacha!

Bones cracked, broken arm!

The long blade was even more ruthless and shadowless. It cut through the sky at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye. Mo Yang and the others below could not even see clearly. They could only see blood splashing in the sky. Mo Yongyi fell down like a kite with a broken string.

Father, lost?

How was this possible?

Mo Yang was shocked. He saw Ye Xiao's white hair dancing in the wind. He did not hesitate to defeat his opponent with a single strike. He turned around and chased after ___. A strong wind was blowing under his feet, and steam was rising from the ground. It was like a hidden flood dragon, and with just a single step, it had brought them a tremendous pressure that they couldn't resist!

Ye Xiao chased after him!

"Father!"

Mo Yang was terrified and panicked. He immediately chased after him.

His father was seriously injured, so how could he be a match for Ye Xiao?

While his steps were in disorder, Mo Yang's mind was filled with the scene of Ye Xiao going against common sense. The lightning on the blade melted and turned into a green hurricane. He could not calm down for a long time.

Martial intent!

He actually grasped two different kinds of martial intents, and they were of different attributes?

No!

Three different kinds!

Including the footwork, the overwhelming pressure was enough to prove everything!

A Immortal Platform Stage that grasped three kinds of martial intents, and even had a much deeper foundation in martial arts than his father, and was able to do whatever he wanted in battle, freely changing the spiritual spell's moves and attributes?

Such a monstrous genius, just what sort of stone crack did he break out from?

Iron plate!

If it wasn't an iron plate, what else could be called an iron plate?

Mo Yang was panic-stricken and lost his mind. He ran into the forest of the Cang Dynasty. The others were also panic-stricken. They were frightened by this sudden change. They subconsciously wanted to follow Mo Yang's footsteps, but at this moment... They suddenly realized that Mo Yang's footsteps suddenly stopped. As if he had been struck by lightning, his body trembled violently, and he could not help but retreat.

Everyone was stunned. They subconsciously looked in front of Mo Yang, but what they saw made their bodies tremble. They were dumbstruck, and they could not move even half a step.

They saw a white figure walking out from the forest ahead. Who else could it be if it wasn't Ye Xiao?

He held a long blade in one hand.

One hand -

Lifting the head!

Mo Yongyi's head!

His eyes were wide open, filled with fear, as if he couldn't believe that he was actually killed by Ye Xiao even before his death.

How long had it been?

It had been more than five breaths since Mo Yongyi arrived and Ye Xiao soared into the sky and drew his sword.

No!

It was a long story, but in fact, the battle between the two of them had happened in an instant. When Mo Yongyi raised his hand and swung his sword, his moves changed. Mo Yongyi had lost his arm, and now...

Mo Yongyi was dead!

Ye Xiao was still alive!

His face was slightly red and full of energy. It was as if this battle was insignificant to him.

Bang!

Mo Yang was dumbfounded!

The sorrow of his father's death, along with the terrifying pressure brought by Ye Xiao's white clothes, had completely crushed his heart of martial arts. His face was filled with despair, and he had already resigned himself to his fate.

He didn't even need to use a single word of threat from Ye Xiao.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Everyone knelt down one after another like dumplings. There were even some people who kowtowed with all their might and wailed incessantly.

"Young Hero, we were wrong!"

"Young Hero, it's not our fault. We were all bewitched and instigated by the Mo father and son duo, which was why we made such a mistake! Young Hero, please investigate clearly!"

"Young Hero, I have an 80-year-old mother on top, and a baby on the bottom that is waiting to be fed. Young Hero, please don't kill me, I beg you to show mercy... Young Hero, I have an 80-year-old mother on top, and a baby that is waiting to be fed. Young Hero, please don't kill me, please show mercy..."

Wails sounded incessantly.

When Mo Yang heard the betrayal of the surrounding people, his body suddenly trembled, and anger surfaced in his eyes, but it was extinguished in an instant.

Rebuttal?

Was there really any use in rebuttal now?

That's right.

It was useless.

Before life and death, Mo Yang was the most rational. His face was full of sorrow. However, he was the only one who didn't kowtow and pray for a way out, because he knew... From the moment Ye Xiao returned, it meant... Ye Xiao had no intention of letting them live!

The truth was the same.

While everyone was panicking, Ye Xiao raised his long blade, and thunder rumbled like thunder!

...

A few dozen breaths later.

The forest was silent except for Ye Xiao, who stood upright in his white robe. Blood dripped from the long blade. The lightning flashed and became clear again. Beside him, dozens of corpses were still running away. Unfortunately, there was no longer any chance of survival.

They deserved to die!

Ye Xiao showed no mercy.

In other words, when he heard the plan of Mo Yang and the others, the outcome of today's matter was already decided.2

The martial world was a dangerous place, and only killing could protect oneself.

One could not be left alive!

Ye Xiao swept his gaze across the numerous corpses around him, and once again confirmed that they had lost all signs of life, he turned around and walked out of the forest, as if the massacre just now hadn't happened.

This was the truth.

Regarding killing, Ye Xiao no longer had the fear and fluctuation he had when he killed Dung Qi.

Killing someone with a blade was the truth of the world, there was nothing to be said about it.

Even though he had killed Mo Yongyi today, and was the first Immortal Platform Stage warrior he had killed, there wasn't any special fluctuation in his heart.

Of course.

How could an Immortal Platform Stage who came hastily and did not know the trump card of his enemy be a match for him, who had already swallowed a spirit pill and filled up all the traces of the Great Dao?

It was only normal that he was not a match for him. If he lost, Ye Xiao really felt that his bitter training over the past year was a joke.

"Right now, the most important thing is to find the route to the Z Mine Lot. Only then can we set off!"

Ye Xiao pondered in his heart. His eyes were filled with uncertainty as he pondered.

However, just as he passed by Mo Yongyi's headless corpse once again, he blocked the way and kicked the headless corpse. Ye Xiao was about to leave when... Suddenly, a golden paper foil that had not been crushed by the lightning that floated out of his arms came into view.

What was written on it was not important. Ye Xiao did not care about it at first. However, when he glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, he saw a faint pattern on the paper. His footsteps suddenly stopped, and his scalp went numb. He suddenly turned around.

This piece of paper...

It was still the same sentence.

What was written on it was not important, the key was the special imprint on the paper.

Ye Xiao's arm trembled. He took out another piece of paper from his bosom, and when the two pieces of paper were placed together, the same imprint was perfect and flawless. He only felt his mind tremble, and it was difficult for him to calm down again.

"Father?!"

In his arms was the only family book that Ye Liancheng's adoptive father had sent to him after he had left the family!

The marks on the two pieces of paper were exactly the same!

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