Upon hearing the words Ye Wujiu, Xue Wuming's face changed drastically, and his body instinctively jumped back.
At almost the same moment, Ye Wujiu kicked the coffee table and then punched it out.
With a click, the coffee table shattered and splashed everywhere.
Points of sharp glass were fired at the twelve men in black who had been targeted for a long time.
"flutter--"
Just as the Wuyi Lane killer was about to wave his sword to resist, his body froze, blood splattered from his brow, and he died.
They fell to the ground, looking unwilling and confused.
"Whoosh——"
Ye Wujiu did not stop there. When the killer around him fell to the ground, he moved his steps and was in front of Xue Wuming in an instant.
Xue Wuming met Da Hai.
He has never seen such quick skills, nor such indifferent killing intent.
He never thought that Ye Wujiu was so perverted.
But he finally reacted. When he saw Ye Wujiu rushing towards him, he let out a low roar and instinctively placed a dagger in front of him.
"Dangdang——"
Ye Wujiu waved his right hand continuously, but there were only two clanging sounds, and the sharp dagger broke into three pieces.
Ye Wujiu broke the dagger, and struck Xue Wuming's chest with a quick and gentle palm strike without stopping.
Xue Wuming retreated with all his strength but was still half a beat too slow. He crossed his hands to block, but felt a pain in his heart.
The next second, he flew up in the air and hit the wall hard.
Before a mouthful of blood could spurt out, another foot kicked him away.
Two ribs were broken.
Xue Wuming rolled out again, smashed a vase and fell to the ground.
Unable to resist!
Xue Wuming gritted his teeth and turned over, half-kneeling on the ground, looking at Ye Wujiu not far away and shouted: "Who are you?"
A loser whom he believed couldn't be beaten with a stick. Crushing him was like crushing an ant. This was really unacceptable to Xue Wuming.
At the same time, he pressed the button in his arms to summon nearby people.
Ye Wujiu made no move or responded. He just looked at Xue Wuming with a hint of helplessness:
"I always thought that by being a small person, being low-key and patient, I could live a peaceful life."
"I didn't expect that our family has suffered so much humiliation and suffered so many living sins, but we still can't get a comfortable meal."
Ye Wujiu sounded melancholy: "We live peacefully, why do troubles always come to us?"
He has always known that anything beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind.
The more powerful a person appears, the more likely his life will be, and the more dangerous he and his family may be.
So over the years, he worked hard to turn himself into an ant, hoping that he could swallow his anger in exchange for peace for his family.
It's a pity that I didn't expect that no matter how hard I tried, I would still be forced into a desperate situation.
Xue Wuming coughed a few times: "If you want to blame it, you can only blame Mark for being too pushy."
Ye Wujiu sighed softly: "The grudges in the world do not bring harm to the family. Are the rules of the world really outdated?"
"Since ancient times, the world has been dominated by winners and losers."
Xue Wuming bit his lip and shouted: "As long as you can kill Mark, what does a thousand people point at you?"
Ye Wujiu thought thoughtfully: "It seems I was wrong!"
"We were wrong too."
Xue Wuming let out a breath of hot air: "We underestimated you and your son, and we ended up in this situation."
He admitted that Ye Wujiu was powerful, but he was even more annoyed that he had underestimated the enemy, otherwise he could have dozens of more ways to deal with Ye Wujiu.
Ye Wujiu said calmly: "Tell me, how can we have a comfortable meal?"
"Lord Haizhu!"
At this time, a dozen killers who were guarding the outside rushed in.
When they saw the corpses of their companions on the ground and the injured Xue Wuming, their expressions suddenly changed and they rushed over.
Xue Wuming gave an order: "Stop him!"
And he was helped by a one-eyed henchman to evacuate towards the door.
He already knew that he was no match for Ye Wujiu, so he hoped to escape from here as soon as possible and wait until he returned to the base camp to mobilize elites for revenge.
The twelve Wuyi Lane killers shouted and rushed towards Ye Wujiu.
They didn't react for a moment, thinking that Ye Wujiu was just an ordinary person, so they didn't bother to use hidden weapons, and were ready to just hack him to death.
There was no emotion on Ye Wujiu's face, and he walked towards the crowd without retreating.
"withdraw!"
When Xue Wuming endured the pain and retreated with all his strength, while looking back at the final battle without giving up, his screams to his cronies suddenly stopped.
The mouth is wide enough to fit a fist.
I saw my companions who were full of murderous intent just now, and they stopped moving one after another as they waved their hands gently and calmly.
The twelve people didn't even scream, their necks were pinched and they lost their lives.
After Ye Wujiu passed between them, twelve people fell to the ground in strange shapes.
There was no fierce fighting, no 300 rounds, and no blood was seen. This battle had come to an end.
Absolute crushing.
"Master Haizhu, let's go quickly."
When the one-eyed killer saw this, he knew he had to block him, so after pushing Xue Wuming away, he bravely faced Ye Wujiu without fear of death.
He raised his left hand and the poisonous needle was shot out, and he waved his right hand and the crossbow arrow was fired quickly.
Then another dagger flashed out.
"Whoosh!"
Ye Wujiu raised his right hand and slapped the opponent on the head.
The momentum is like a rainbow!
All the one-eyed killer's killing moves had no effect at all.
He watched helplessly as Ye Wujiu's hand knocked off the poison needle, smashed the crossbow arrow, broke the dagger, and slapped it on his head.
The next second, the one-eyed killer clearly heard a bone crunching sound.
His body suddenly went limp.
Bleeding from the seven orifices.
Life is extinguished.
Xue Wuming's whole body became cold. He didn't even step out of the door, and all the companions who blocked Ye Wujiu died.
He lowered his right hand and held a hidden sword in his hand.
Veins kept popping out on 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 said: "I'll give you a chance to take action."
"kill--"
Xue Wuming's pupils shrank, and he suddenly shouted loudly. The sword was thrust out, and the dazzling sword light was like lightning.
Only those with the sharpest eyesight can see a hand flashing in the white light in the sky.
"when--"
With a harsh sound, all movements suddenly condensed.
Xue Wuming's murderous intention and courage seemed to have all come to a halt at this moment.
There is an extra hand on his neck.
He looks very thin and rough, but he already controls his life and death.
Xue Wuming's face turned ashen.
"You haven't answered me yet, how can we have a comfortable meal?"
Ye Wujiu looked at Xue Wuming from close range: "Am I going to kill all of you so that life will be more stable?"
"Who are you anyway?"
Xue Wuming roared: "Let me die and understand."
Ye Wujiu said calmly: "There are always problems in order, right?"
Xue Wuming's eyelids twitched, and then he shouted in a low voice: "If you go against Wu Yixiang, no matter who you are, you will not have an easy life."
He has absolute confidence that Ye Wujiu and Ye Fan have caused heavy losses to Wu Yi Xiang, and Wu Yi Xiang will take revenge at all costs.
And the final result of this battle will definitely be the death of Ye Wujiu and Ye Fan.
Since the establishment of Wu Yi Lane a hundred years ago, the only outcome it has set its sights on is death.
"knew."
Ye Wujiu nodded: "Then... let's kill you all..."
Xue Wuming shouted: "Who are you?"
Ye Wujiu stretched out his hand and smashed his collar and the recorder.
Xue Wuming's face changed drastically.
The thing that left clues to Wu Yixiang was destroyed.
"As for who I am?"
Ye Wujiu flicked the recorder fragments away and looked at Xue Wuming:
"I have many names, some call me Heavenly Sword, some call me Shadow, some call me Invincible..."
Heavenly sword?
shadow?
Invincible?
Xue Wuming's face turned completely pale. He finally knew who the other party was: "You..."
"Let's hit the road——"
Ye Wujiu pressed his fingers and broke Xue Wuming's neck with a click...
