Chapter 1772

Mo Wuyuan shook his head.

"The scum of China should be cut by the sword of Chinese people!"

"As I said, I'm enough to deal with him alone."

"No one needs to intervene."

"Just look at it."

There is no limit in the cold words, with a torrent of killing.

Stone wild dragon see shape, also did not intervene again, let Mo boundless go alone.

"Younger generation, do you know the sin?"

Under the sword god palace, Mo boundless stands aloof.

Deep eyes, so condescending looking down at the youth in front of.

Although Shi Ye long once said that Wang Yuehe, the sword God, was hurt by him, Mo Wuyuan didn't care.

Because in his opinion, Ye Fan is just relying on the treacherous Wangyue river. His real strength is not enough to fear.

Therefore, from the beginning to the end, boundless did not really care about Ye Fan.

In the words of the forest, there is also contempt.

Ye Fan hears the sound, but only feels funny.

"Interesting."

"I really want to know, what's wrong with me?"

Ye Fan faintly smiles, with a bit of teasing.

"Presumptuous!"

"You brute, do you dare to speak hard to me when you are dying?"

"You kill the sword God's disciples in front, and trap the sword God behind with a trick. Now he is greedy and takes a weak woman as a hostage, threatening the sword palace to hand over the treasure. "

"Which of the above acts is not done by a villain?"

"I have a history of 5000 years. From generation to generation, the most important virtue of martial arts. "

"And you, unkind and ungrateful

"My face of Chinese martial arts has been completely lost by you bastard."

"Today, I will represent the Chinese martial arts, clean up the door, kill you, the scum of Chinese martial arts, and give an account to the sword god palace!"

The words are dense, without any emotional implication.

Yes, only endless cold and killing opportunities.

As if in his eyes, Ye Fan's life is just like grass mustard, which can be cut off easily.

"Ah ~"

Ye Fan shook his head and laughed, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"That's very nice."

"Full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, and high sounding."

"But you know what I hate most in my life is you idiots."

"You ~" Ye Fan said this, almost boundless angry.

After all these years, this young man is the first one who dares to call him a fool.

However, Ye Fan, who cares about his anger, still says coldly.

"Why don't you accept it?"

"Am I not right?"

"You only said that I killed the disciples of the sword God, but do you know why I killed them?"

"I also said that I used conspiracy and intrigue to frame others and take hostages to rob treasure. I asked you, who did you hear about these things? Have you verified them?"

"Is it true or false, do you really know?"

"Not just listening to one side of the story?"

"You don't tell black from white, you don't know right from wrong. What are you, if you're not a fool?"

"Besides, even if I'm really wrong, what qualifications do you have to kill me on behalf of Huaxia?"

"Are you the Lord of China?"

"Or the master of the temple of martial arts?"

"What the hell is not? Dare you tell me about it?"

Ye Fan's words are endless.

A few questions in a row, words such as a knife, merciless, straight to Mo boundless old face red, speechless.

In the end, he was so angry that his fists clenched and his eyes turned red.