Although Ye Mo’s knowledge could not be swept into the other’s cabin, but no one came out now, which made Ye Mo’s heart settle. If there are only two imaginary monks, he is really not afraid.

Ye Mo pulled off the magic weapon of the mask and said in a cold voice: "Mu Yue Ye Mo, killing the garbage of the Promise."

After that, he did not wait for the other party to answer. The ‘紫銊’ in his hand had already been released, and at the same time secretly released his own ‘no shadow’. The other two had a virtual **** four layers and a virtual **** seven layers. Even if Ye Mo is a big one, he is only a layer of virtual god.

After ‘no shadow’ was last promoted to full gold, Ye Mo has not used it against the enemy.

"It's you..." After the monk's late monk heard Ye Mo's registration, his eyes were red, and he no longer spoke. An elliptical magic weapon was sacrificed.

As a false **** monk, he already knows some things about the high-level priests. Yuan Guannan is the guy named Ye Mo who killed. At this time the guy was sent to his eyes, where would he still feel?

Ye Mo was the first to see this magic weapon, which is like a toilet. When the elliptical magic weapon was sacrificed, it immediately emitted two colors of light from one end, one black and one red. The knives that Ye Mo took out were swept away by the light of these two colors, and they immediately dimmed. It was the ‘紫銊’ in his hand that shook and almost went away.

Ye Mo’s heart was awkward, but it was a knives of the gods. The ‘紫銊’ in his hand was taken back again, but there was no way to continue the trick of “Fantasy Yunhua Mountain Knife”.

"Oh." The late monk of the imaginary **** saw his magic weapon without brushing the purple kitchen knife in Ye Mo's hand, but he was surprised and snorted. However, he immediately sneered and said: "Under my two-color mixed gold fighting, you can hold your broken kitchen knife so tightly. You are also a bit of a skill. But dare to kill my Promise disciple, I will let you Know what is regret."

It turned out to be a two-color mixed gold bucket, no wonder it looks a bit like a toilet. Ye Mo did not wait for the late monks of this imaginary **** to continue to attack, and threw out thirteen knives.

The purple knives of the sky only surrounded the seven-layered monk of the virtual **** in an instant, and the seven-layered monk of the virtual **** sneered with disdain. "The worm is a little skill."

Ye Mo’s goal is not him, but the four-layered monk of the virtual god, in his combat experience. This seven-layered monk of the virtual god. Even if he can kill, it is not a matter of a moment. He must kill the four-layered monk who is obsessed with it.

Therefore, Ye Mo used the magic cloud splitting knife and the illusion cloud-shaped knife and the murder knife to trap the seven-layered monk of the virtual god, and immediately began to work on the four-layer monk of the virtual god.

The four-layered monk of the virtual **** has already sacrificed the magic weapon. His magic weapon is also a knife, but the appearance is much more beautiful than Ye Mo's kitchen knife. The reason why he had to sacrifice the magic weapon was to encircle Ye Mo with the monk of the seven-layered god. Because Ye Mo just killed a three-tiered companion of the virtual **** with a knife, he was a little scared.

However, before he came out of his magic weapon, Ye Mo’s ‘Magic Cloud Mountain Knife’ had already come over.

Although Ye Mo did not see this knife, but the power of this knife, he knows very clearly, it is simply a knife that does not look back. He has no two-color mixed gold fighting. So before waiting for Ye Mo's 'Purple' to his face, his knife has been sacrificed, and a black square round shield was also sacrificed.

Ye Mo’s shock to him just now was too big, and he couldn’t think that Ye Mo would attack himself when he was fighting with his brother.

The monk’s long knife was sacrificed. It took a long white mansion that was a few feet long, and it seemed that the sables and the leaves were all cut off.

Ye Mo knows. This monk is not a knife, but a real spell. However, even if it is known that this is a spell, Ye Mo’s ‘紫銊’ did not stop at all.

The illusion of Yunhuashan knife has been unscrupulously ejected, and it has already collided with the long knife of this monk without waiting for the singer to singularly more purple awns.

The sound of the grind of the "嘎" sounded, the purple light splashed, and the white knife that the monk had just turned out was disappeared, but Ye Mo’s 'purple' was blocked.

Ye silently snorted, ‘紫銊’ did not retract at all, and once again, the monk was in a state of anger and urged the square shield in front of the black color.

"嘭", Ye Mo's '紫銊' smashed the shield of the monk, and the monk's mouth was a blood spout. The black color of the shield in his hand suddenly became dim, and he did not wait for Ye Mo’s third knife to come. He had already thrown a symbol.

When the Fu was just thrown out, it burst open, and a thunder arc like the size of a child's arm blew from the inside of the symbol and rushed to Ye Mo.

Ye Mo sneered, and he didn't care about this lightning arc. If it was something else, he would consider avoiding it. This kind of lightning arc, don't say one, even if it is seven or eight, he will not wrinkle his brow. The smallest lightning arc that he had previously robbed was also more powerful than this. This kind of lightning arc has certain damage to the monks in the late period of the virtual god, but there is no harm to him.

Seeing that Ye Mo didn't care about his own shackles, he continued to slash out. The four-layered monk of the imaginary **** couldn't understand why Ye Mo was looking for death. That is, he killed himself. Is this a symbol that he can still bear?

At the same time as the knife was pulled out, Ye Mo had a dangerous feeling. However, Ye Mo did not intend to accept the knife at all. He thought in a moment that the sense of crisis was not from the symbol of the past, but his own magic cloud did not block the seven-layer monk. In an instant, he sacrificed eight great tripods. Even if he was injured, he had to kill one person first.

"Oh." Ye Mo's "Purple" was completely stunned by the four-layered monk of the virtual god. This vain monk flashed a faint glimpse of his eyes, and sprinkled a shed of blood, unable to fall from the air.

Ye Mo also squirted a few mouthfuls of blood in an instant, while the Eight Great Dings made a burst of screams. Ye Mo knew that this was while he was attacking the four-layer monk of the virtual god. The seven-layered monk of the virtual **** also attacked him.

From the sneak attack on the four-layered monk to the killing of the other, it was only a moment. But this moment of time, the seven-layered monk of the virtual **** has completely got rid of his illusion, and turned to deal with himself.

Ye Mo swallows a medicinal herb, and looks back at the cold-skinned seven-layer monk who is already violent, and now he is alone. Although just rushed to arrange a four-level array, but Ye Mo knows that this four-level array may be at a critical time, can help him turn defeat into victory.

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"It's Yecheng." When Luo Yi saw Ye Mo, his eyes were red. Although she did not have much intimate relationship with Ye Mo, she felt that Ye Mo felt very kind to her. At the beginning, Ye Mo saved himself from the man who had the beastly heart, and brought her to Luoyuecheng. Now he meets him again in this strange land. The feeling is even stronger.

"Gan brother, are you okay? It's great." When Ganzi came over, the two Jindan disciples immediately welcomed the greetings.

"Ganzi has seen the uncle Shi, Miao Shidi, two sisters, is the head now okay?" Ganzi two first gave a gift to the old god, and asked urgently.

Ye Mo had killed the three-layered monk with a knife before him. In the eyes of Ganzi, he should at least be the peak of the **** of illusion, so he did not worry about Ye Mo.

"Gan Shixiong, he is the head of the army, he has already gone to Xian. The head of the present is the sister of the sorcerer, and the head let us listen to the sorrowful sister..." The youngest female disciple said in a low voice.

Ganzi suddenly became a red eye. He entered Sword Valley from an early age. He has the teachings of both the master and the sword. The head teaches him to learn kendo and learn humanity.

However, his kendo has not been successful, and the head has gone away.

"Gan brother, you should not be too upset. After that, Sword Valley will develop in our hands. What we have to do now is not to let the head under Jiuquan be disappointed." Silently excited, I woke up and comforted.

Ganzi immediately said back to the ceremony: "Now you are already the head of Sword Valley, but don't call me my brother."

Luo Xiao nodded and said: "Well, you will call me the head sister in the future, the head of the door, but the students."

It’s no longer the fate of that year. She knows clearly that if she wants to carry forward the sword valley, it’s not just a few words. Now her cultivation is still low, but some things can no longer be done as before, and the erected still has to be erected.

"Gan brother, is that great predecessor coming with you? Who is he?" asked the smallest female disciple, pointing to Ye Mo.

Ganzi is very respectful and said: "The predecessor master of the master knows that it is the seven kings of Dancheng, that is, the first Ye Moss predecessor of Dan Da Da. He learned that the Promise is against my sword. After the valley’s anger, I immediately came over with me.”

"It turned out to be the predecessor of Dan Wang..." The six-story youth of Jindan also stared at Ye Mo with a shocked look~lightnovelpub.net~ Ye Mo’s age did not look bigger than them, it was already Dan Wang. And it is also possible to kill two monks in the early days of the virtual god.

"It's so good." The imaginary elder of Sword Valley sighed, and others couldn't see it, but he saw that Ye Mo had only one layer of virtual god. A monk on the first floor of the gods not only killed the three layers of the virtual god. The fourth layer of the virtual god, and even a hard fight with a seven-layered monk.

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At this time, the seven-layered monk of the virtual **** looked at Ye Mo’s gaze, and Ye Mo had just swallowed a medicinal herb. He had once again sacrificed a two-color mixed gold martial. This time, the mixed yuan Jindou one sacrificed, the red and black dazzling light actually blended together to Ye Mo.

And the vain monk also rushed to Ye Mo, he did not even sacrifice any magic weapon, but a boxing out.

The ordinary punch, but let Ye Mo feel that the airflow of the whole body is somewhat disordered. In an instant, his fist turned into a huge hammer with a radius of half a foot. The hammer has not yet reached the front of Ye Mo. The feeling of oppression of poor breathing has already arrived.

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