Chapter 1960

Mo Siyu was hit and flew sideways. His body hit a big pit on the ground. When he climbed out, he coughed up blood, looked at the front in horror and trembled.

Yurong, brother Li Zhongwen and Ma Xiaoxin trembled. The strongest senior brother among them was not the enemy of others. They all sent vegetables. Mo Siyu never thought that he would encounter such a terrible enemy in the border wasteland. He was afraid to die.

I knew I wouldn't come when I received the Yurong signal. Stay safe in Taohua nunnery. It's too late to regret.

"Too weak."

The figure shook his head and said with a strong disdain, "I don't know how you can resist the devil tide these years. I began to doubt that the fierce devil will deliberately release water to let you live until now."

Yurong stood up and retorted, "don't underestimate us humans. Although we are not strong, there are countless strong people in the border and wasteland to resist your aggression. There is a heavenly king in the center. You are less proud."

The figure shrugged and asked, "who is the strongest person in your wasteland now?"

Yurong said coldly, "it's impossible to inquire about us without telling you!"

The figure shook his head, looked at Yurong with interest, and said, "here, you are the most backbone. Unlike several of your classmates, you are so scared that your legs are soft. Alas, in those days, although human beings resisted the evil tide, they still have backbone after all. Now after a hundred years, you are vulnerable."

Yurong had to retort. Mo Siyu held it and said in a trembling voice, "stop it. This fierce beast is very terrible. Its strength may be half a step in the sky. We are not rivals at all."

"Surrender to me."

The figure suddenly said.

Everyone was stunned.

"Don't die."

The figure smiled.

The faces of the people were changeable, especially Mo Siyu touched the injured position. The strength in his body was disordered and he had lost his resistance. The other party could kill him with a look in his eyes.

But taking refuge in the wilderness enemy is tantamount to a traitor, and everyone despises it.

Yurong gritted her teeth and cried, "it's impossible. Even if she dies, she won't take refuge in you. It's a big deal!"

Mo Siyu was so scared that his legs were soft that he scolded Yurong to death in his heart. He was still brave at this time. He didn't know how to die later.

Brother Li Zhongwen and Ma Xiaoxin dare not speak.

"Kneel down!"

The figure glanced at the crowd, burst out a strong momentum and scolded.

Poop!

Mo Siyu was the first to kneel down. His body shook and his seven orifices bled. He was extremely shocked. The strength of the other party was far more terrible than expected. Brother Li Zhongwen and Ma Xiaoxin insisted for a moment, but when they saw Mo Siyu kneeling, they couldn't help kneeling.

Yurong tenaciously resisted the authority of the figure and said, "impossible!"

The figure is more and more interested in Yurong. A semi pure Yin constitution is a great tonic for them. Once combined, it can even advance by leaps and bounds.

"Interesting."

The figure strengthened the pressure, and Yurong gradually couldn't carry it. She knelt down in humiliation, but still held her head high.

"In this world, strength speaks. You little guys are so weak."

However, just as the figure was about to continue to pretend to be forced, he found that there was another person who did not move, as if unaffected. He couldn't help but change his face slightly and pay attention to a very inconspicuous place in the corner.

Yang Ping's face was calm and looked at the figure and pretended to be forced.

A killing shot flashed through the pupil of the figure.

Mo Siyu turned pale and scolded Yang Ping, a little bastard. He just wanted to go home and install it. Don't bother Lao Tzu. Then he glared at Yang Ping and scolded, "what are you waiting for? Kneel down quickly, or everyone will die together."

Yang Ping shook his head. No wonder Mo Siyu's realm was in the late days of his life, but his combat effectiveness was much worse than the monsters from the wilderness. The strength of the wild monster is at most half a step in the sky, but it is still half a step in the sky just recovered from serious injury. Its strength is not much stronger than that in the later stage of real longevity.

Unfortunately, Mo Siyu is really weak and his will is not firm enough.

If Mo Siyu is willing to work hard, he can have a way to live.

"Don't you kneel down to me?"

The figure stared at Yang Ping, and Jie said with a smile, "do you know you will die?"

Yang Ping shook his head and said faintly, "I'm afraid you can't afford it."

The figure laughed wildly, and a red light flashed through his pupils, bullying his airway: "I can't afford it. In my capacity, even if the strongest of the border wasteland came, I would tremble when I saw me. I was..."

"This is not the year."

Yang Ping was helpless and had no interest in continuing to install it with the other party. She planned to shoot to death with one palm and try to be quiet.

"Presumptuous!"

Suddenly.

A thunderous roar came from the sky. A startling Hong galloped from a distance. It came here at an amazing speed. Then, the long sword in his hand split a cold sword Qi towards the figure.

Shua Shua!

The void is frozen, and the space around the figure is condensed into cold blocks, which is about to turn into a powerful boundary.

The figure was awe inspiring and turned to Yurong.

The comer is very strong. He is a half step celestial expert. Now he is not suitable for hard work, so he wants to catch Yurong and leave. He can't bear this semi pure Yin constitution.

And Yang Ping.

This mole ant dares to despise himself. It will make his life worse than death later.

Boom!

The ice edge is broken.

The figure forcibly broke the border, grabbed Yurong and Yang Ping, turned into a gust of wind and disappeared.

An old man fell to the ground and wanted to stop it. It was too late.

"Evil animal!"

The old man jumped at the figure, but the figure was a Warcraft physique. He swam in the void with ease. The old man couldn't track and soon lost his trace.

Not long.

The old man returned to the small building and was very angry. He glanced at several people kneeling on the ground and said angrily, "what's the matter?"

Obviously, the old man cares about Yurong very much. Unfortunately, being taken away by Warcraft is tantamount to death.

When you go back, you may be blamed by your ancestors.

"Master."

Mo Siyu cried bitterly, knelt on the ground and wailed, "I'm useless. I didn't protect my younger martial sister."

The old man's face was gloomy. After taking a deep breath, he recovered his composure and said, "tell me, what's going on? What is that evil animal? Such a powerful animal has never appeared in the border famine for decades."

Mo Siyu described the situation.

The old man was lost in thought and couldn't remember the identity of the evil animal. He sighed: "this is the disaster of your younger martial sister. No wonder who. But Warcraft may be in advance and should be discussed by all major sects."

Mo Siyu hesitated for a moment and suddenly shouted, "master, I doubt that man was a spy of Warcraft."

The old man nodded and said, "don't meet him for me. He is the culprit of Yurong. Check this man's identity. If he has a family in the city, all of them will be interrogated."

"I see."

Mo Siyu was secretly pleased that he could not only get rid of the punishment this time, but also clean up Yang Ping's family.

But Yang Ping should be dead.

The possibility of being taken away by Warcraft and coming back alive is zero.

A hundred miles away.

The figure with Yurong and Yang Pingluo falls on a mountain.

Yurong's face was frightened and her heart was in despair.

Dead.

Yurong knew the end of being taken away by Warcraft and never came home alive.

The figure stared at Yang Ping with a calm face and said with a grim smile: "mole ants, are you afraid? There is no human expert protection here. Do you regret it?"

Yang Ping shook his head and said with a smile, "OK."

The figure's face sank and hummed, "I'll let you know what life is better than death."

Yang Ping sighed and said coldly, "well, I don't want to waste time. If you didn't have something I'm familiar with, I would have killed you. Confess earlier. Do you know [Jue]?"

At the mention of Jue, the figure's face changed wildly.