Chapter 80

"Ghost face evil Luo, you also robbed the secret script of our Xingyao sect! My cousin was hurt by you. She's just a rough brute! " A young man in a robe of nine stars came out indignantly.

"Well! Even the daughter of the leader of the Xingyao sect can do it. I really don't know how to feel for fragrance and jade. Are you still a man? " A romantic young man with a peach blossom fan joined the war with indignation.

"The Tang family is the pillar of my Beilan family. I can't stand it first when you get to the Tang family!"

"Ghost face evil Luo, take life to come!"

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In addition to the ten men of Tang Muyan, seven or eight of them joined the war. Of course, they were all on the opposite side of Mo Yan.

Hula all of a sudden, these people spontaneously formed a circle, and blocked Mo Yan in it.

And keep getting closer, trying to narrow the siege.

Each of these so-called "just men" is extremely alert. They all know that Mo Yan is powerful. No one dares to do it first. The atmosphere is more and more tense. Just like gunpowder, the gunpowder line has been fixed, just waiting for a spark.

Ziqianmo had enough of these people's ugliness, and a fire was burning in his heart.

There is no such respectable person in the demon clan!

Most demons follow their own desires. They can take what they want with their ability. Don't beep all the time.

You are a woman, I have to let you. If you look good, I have to pity you. Everyone depends on their own abilities. Whether you are strong or not has nothing to do with your gender and appearance.

She has no human view of good and evil.

The resources in this world are obtained by those who have the ability.

Mo Yan has emptied the library. If you have the ability, you can move too! You have no ability.

In the present situation, it is just a group of weak people who gather together and forcibly kidnap you with "rules", "justice", "morality" and "fairness", and pull you to the same stupid level as them, so as to achieve their despicable goals and share your achievements.

Mo Yan is wearing a silver Prajna mask. He has only one ghost face. He can't see the expression of his face.

He gave these people a cold glance, which seemed to be looking at a group of insignificant flies.

"Do you know what a fly is?"

People were shocked.

Isn't this a collective crusade against him? He suddenly mentioned what flies were doing. He lost his mind and went crazy?

"A fly, very weak. I don't dare lean over what I want. "

The crowd continued to force their faces.

"A group of flies, gather together, come here in groups, you hit -" Mo Yan suddenly out of the sword, a sharp sword light, just like a thunderbolt, the sword edge has the purple lightning, the arc is like a snake, the power is terrible, this sword cut out, has the congenital great perfect power.

Many people use their spiritual power or raise their weapons to resist.

However, they could not resist the destructive power. The most advanced people were injured by the sword blade on the spot, blood splashed three feet, and fell to the ground wailing.

The other "just men" were frightened and retreated to all sides.

"They're scattered." Mo Yan's lips, like bloodthirsty Shura, "however, the flies will not give up, they take the right time, or they will stick together, want a share."

As soon as the voice fell, I saw that Tang Muyan was not determined to take a few people from his own faction and wanted to copy them from the rear.