Hearing the words Ye Wujiu, Xue Wuming's face changed drastically, and his body instinctively bounced back.
Almost at the same time, Ye Wujiu kicked the coffee table and then punched him out.
With a click, the coffee table shattered and splashed everywhere.
Sharp glass shots at twelve men in black who had been locked.
"flutter--"
The killer in Wuyixiang was about to swing his knife to resist, but his body stagnated, his eyebrows splattered blood, and he died.
They fell to the ground, looking unwilling and confused.
"Swoosh--"
Ye Wujiu did not stop there. When the killer around him fell to the ground, he moved and immediately came to Xue Wuming.
Xue Wuming was shocked when he saw this.
He had never seen such a quick skill, nor had he seen such an indifferent murderous intent.
He never expected that Ye Wujiu was so perverted.
But he finally reacted. When he saw Ye Wujiu pounce, he growled and a dagger flashed out of his hand and instinctively stood in front of him.
"Dangdang--"
Ye Wujiu waved his right hand in a row, with two crisp sounds of jingling, and the sharp dagger broke into three pieces.
Ye Wujiu broke the dagger, and the thunder continued to strike. He patted Xue Wuming's chest quickly and lightly.
Xue Wuming retreated with all his strength but was still half a beat slower. His hands crossed his arms but his heart hurt.
The next second, he flew up in the air and hit the wall heavily.
Before a mouthful of blood was spurted out, one foot kicked him away again.
Two broken ribs.
Xue Wuming rolled out again, smashed a vase and fell to the ground.
Unstoppable!
Xue Wuming gritted his teeth and turned over, half-kneeled on the ground, looked at Ye Wujiu not far away and shouted: "Who are you?"
A waste who he believed could not beat a single stick, crushing him was like crushing an ant, which made Xue Wuming really unacceptable.
At the same time, he pressed the button in his arms to summon people nearby.
Ye Wujiu did not take action or respond. He just looked at Xue Wuming with a hint of helplessness:
"I always thought that if you are a little person, be a little low-key and patient, you can live a peaceful life."
"But I didn't expect that our family has suffered so much shame and suffered so much life, but still cannot get a happy meal."
Ye Wujiu said in a very melancholy tone: "We live our lives peacefully, why do we always come to us?"
He has always known that trees will be destroyed by the wind in the forest.
The stronger a person shows, the more uncertain life may be, and the more dangerous it may be for oneself and his family.
So over the years he has tried to turn himself into an ant, hoping to exchange his family for peace by swallowing his anger.
Unfortunately, no matter how much I shrank my head, I was still forced into a desperate situation.
Xue Wuming coughed a few times: "If you want to blame, you can only blame Ye Fan for being too popular."
Ye Wujiu sighed lightly: "The grudges and grudges in the world are not as good as family members. Is this rule in the world really outdated?"
"This world has been a success, a defeated enemy since ancient times."
Xue Wuming bit his lips and said, "As long as he can kill Ye Fan, what is the point of a thousand men?"
Ye Wujiu thought to himself: "It seems that I was wrong!"
“We were wrong, too.”
Xue Wuming squirted out a breath of heat: "We underestimate your father and son, and we have reached this situation."
He admitted that Ye Wujiu was powerful, but he was even more upset that he underestimated the enemy, otherwise he could have dozens of ways to deal with Ye Wujiu.
Ye Wujiu spoke lightly: "You said, how can we have a bite of a peaceful rice?"
"Master Haizhu!"
At this time, more than a dozen killers who were guarding the periphery rushed into the door.
When they saw the bodies of their companions on the ground and the injured Xue Wuming, their expression changed drastically and rushed over.
Xue Wuming gave an order: "Stop him!"
He was supported by a one-eyed confidant and evacuated to the door.
He already knew that he was not Ye Wujiu's opponent, so he hoped to escape from here as soon as possible and mobilize elite troops to retaliate when he returned to the base camp.
Twelve killers from Wuyi Lane shouted and rushed towards Ye Wujiu.
They didn't react for a moment, thinking that Ye Wujiu was an ordinary person, so they were too lazy to use hidden weapons and were ready to kill them by random swords.
Ye Wujiu had no turbulence on his face, and he did not retreat but walked towards the crowd.
"withdraw!"
While Xue Wuming was desperately retreating with all his might while looking back at the final battle, his screams to his confidants suddenly stopped.
His mouth is so wide that he can stuff a fist into him.
I saw that my companion, who was so murderous and fierce just now, stopped moving one after another as one hand waved with a light wind and clouds.
The twelve people didn't even scream, but their necks were cut off and their vitality was lost.
After Ye Wujiu walked past them, the twelve people fell to the ground and fell to the ground in a strange shape.
There was no fierce battle, no three hundred rounds, and I didn't even see blood, the battle had ended.
Absolute crush.
"Sir Haizhu, go quickly."
Seeing this, the one-eyed killer knew that he would block it, so he pushed Xue Wuming away and faced Ye Wujiu without fear of death.
He raised his left hand, shot out the poisonous needle, waved his right hand, and shot the crossbow arrow.
Then another dagger flashed out.
"Swoosh!"
Ye Wujiu raised his right hand and slapped his palm at the other party's head.
A rainbow of momentum!
All the killer moves of the one-eyed killer have no effect at all.
He watched Ye Wujiu's hand slapped the poison needle, slammed the crossbow arrow, slapped the dagger, and slapped the head.
The next second, the one-eyed killer clearly heard a crisp sound of his bones.
His body suddenly became soft.
Bleeding in the seven orifices.
Vitality is extinguished.
Xue Wuming's whole body became cold. He didn't even step out of the gate, and all of his companions who blocked Ye Wujiu were killed.
His right hand drooped and his sleeve sword was held in his hand.
Blue veins kept popping up from the back of the hand holding the sword, murderous aura continued to accumulate, and his face became more and more ferocious.
Xue Wuming endured the pain and shouted: "Who are you?"
Ye Wujiu looked at him and suddenly spoke: "Give you a chance to take action."
"kill--"
Xue Wuming's pupils contracted, and suddenly shouted loudly. The sword had already pierced, and the dazzling sword light was like lightning.
Only those with the most eye can see a hand flashing through the white lights all over the sky.
"when--"
With a harsh sound, all movements suddenly condensed.
Xue Wuming's murderous intent and courage seemed to have all stopped at this moment.
There was an extra hand around his neck.
He looks very thin and rough, but he has already controlled his life and death.
Xue Wuming's face was as if dead.
"You haven't answered me yet, how can we have a bite of a happy meal?"
Ye Wujiu looked at Xue Wuming up close: "Do you all want to kill you so that your life will be more stable?"
"Who are you?"
Xue Wuming roared angrily: "Let me die and understand."
Ye Wujiu spoke lightly: "There is always a sequence of problems, right?"
Xue Wuming's eyelids twitched, and then he yelled softly: "When you go against Wuyi Lane, no matter who you are, you will not have a happy meal."
He had absolute confidence that Ye Wujiu and Ye Fan caused heavy losses to Wuyi Lane, and Wuyi Lane would definitely take revenge by any means.
And the final result of this battle must be Ye Wujiu and Ye Fan's death.
Since the establishment of Wuyi Lane for a hundred years, the only target of death is death.
"knew."
Ye Wujiu nodded: "Then... kill all of you..."
Xue Wuming shouted softly: "Who are you?"
Ye Wujiu stretched out his hand and squeezed his collar and a recorder.
Xue Wuming's face changed drastically.
The thing left to the clues of Wuyi Lane was destroyed.
"As for who I am?"
Ye Wujiu's Talk Recorder fragments looked at Xue Wuming:
"I have many names, some call me Tiandao, some call me Shadow, and some call me Wudi..."
Sky Knife?
shadow?
Invincible?
Xue Wuming's face turned pale completely, and he finally knew who the other party was: "You..."
"Go on the way--"
Ye Wujiu pressed his fingers and cracked, and cut off Xue Wuming's neck...