Chapter 2067

There are some last words that can be said now, otherwise there will be no chance. " You Wen said, arms flat, the whole body of the ancient atmosphere began to spin up, with a strong sense of oppression.

Mo Yan frowned and snorted coldly: "it's up to you. You think too much. Aren't you a clan leader? What is a man who speaks and speaks? "

He didn't ignore the name. The head of the barbarian tribe is obviously not the strongest person. The one who can command the head of the tribe should be the one he wants to find.

"You don't need to worry about this. When you die, I will bring your spirit back to you. What's the hurry?" You smell finish saying, ha ha smile two, both hands a finger, black gas entangle into a sharp shape, toward Mo Yan bumped past.

Mo Yan quickly to the side of a hide, return hand will burn Xi blue sword out, hold in the hand of a horizontal row.

The black air, which should not be blocked by itself, was cut into two sections, and then crossed from the side of Mo Yan's face, bringing a little wind spin.

You wen sneers: "it seems that I really underestimate you."

Mo Yan shook his wrist and didn't respond. He paid close attention to the situation on the field, and his breath gradually turned up, which was a little weaker than that of Youwen. However, in terms of purity, it was totally different.

"You barbarians, under his leadership, they should have a very good harvest. How come they haven't cultivated the right sense of desolation up to now?" Mo Yan said a word lightly.

You wen listens to this sentence, the pupil shrinks, involuntarily opens a mouth to ask a way: "you this words what meaning?"

"That is to say..." Mo Yan sighed: "you are not really a wild people after all."

A word fell to the ground. In a flash, Mo Yan's breath that really belonged to the wild ancient emperor came out unreservedly. For a moment, the sky was dim. Black cumulus clouds appeared and gathered on their heads. There was a faint flash of lightning. If you look carefully, even the lightning was light yellow.

"Who are you..." You Wen was so frightened that he couldn't move at all when he was standing in the same place. The wild and ancient breath flowing in his body was suppressed by his opponent's momentum, so he couldn't work. An impulse in his heart made him even want to kneel down to worship the man in front of him.

Mo Yan walked forward step by step, and the breath of his whole body completely locked the quiet smell on the opposite side. There was a thunder on his head, which made him tremble.

"I don't know who I am. Where did you dare to kill me?" Mo Yan came up to him and bowed his head: "is it the adult in your mouth who asked you to come? I tell you, in the wilderness, except for my eldest son, no one is worthy of the title of Lord. "

Finish saying Mo Yan stretched out his hand to grasp the neck of you wen, didn't spend much effort to lift him up.

You wen widened his eyes in horror and breathed hard like a dying fish. It was only at this moment that he realized how big a mistake he had made. No matter what cultivation he had done, the man in front of him could not be provoked by him. His pure and ancient spirit was not even comparable to that of the adults in the ancient world. This feeling was very mysterious, Only the blood of the barbarians can be detected.