Dragon-Marked War God

However, in the eyes of Yang Yunqi and other soldiers, the Moyu Thousand Cities are just giving gold to their faces.

"When you were expelled from your home, you were quite prestige, haha, insidious and sinister, and ridiculous, can you accommodate me? Although I am enemies with the Mohist family, I will kick you out of this group of horses. It’s a good thing, now you dare to return to the Mohist school. It seems that you really don’t treat yourself as an outsider, haha. Even if I let you go, do you think you can go to the door of Mohist? Insult yourself The scorpion, you scum, you should live for a long time!"

"The last year"

"Wan years"

A screaming roar, resounding through the clouds, Yang Yunqi almost completely approached the heart of Mo Yu Qiancheng, so that the people of Moyu and the Mohist family were all mad, even after 100,000 years, the heart of Moyu Qiancheng remained I can't let go of it because I am being defamed because he has to find justice for himself.

Originally, Moyu Qiancheng did not intend to clash with the soldiers. After all, he had not returned to Nantong Shenzhou for 100,000 years. Now, he is no longer aware of the situation. On the one hand, he does not want to be an enemy of Moh, but the small of this soldier. Nizi, but aggressive, let the Mo Yu thousand city, full of indignation, he can no longer suppress the inner anger.

"Grandpa, let's fight with them! We must not let the squad of this group of soldiers smash, they dare to insult you, we have to let their blood debts pay!"

Ink Lingdong stepped out in one step, and the imposing manner was opposite to that of Yang Yunqi.

A black hair flies and moves, a gray coat like black and gray, like a splash of landscape painting, on her body, has a different charm and elegance, although a woman, but Mo Ling Dong Chen, but now the strongest of the entire Mohist She, with her grandfather, will return to the Mohist school and let the Mohist look at it. Who was wrong?

"It's a bit interesting. If you want to fight, then I will accompany Yang Yunqi to the end. I will scatter the wilderness on the site of my military. The exiled people of your Mohist family are really more and more ugly. Everything can be done. Hahaha."

Yang Yunqi’s ridiculous taste is full of contempt for the entire Mohist family. At this time, the two sides are already arrogant.

The arrow is on the string and has to be sent!

Mo Lingdong Chen is not the kind of person who is willing to be led by the nose. Nowadays, his strength is stronger and stronger, and it is not necessary to fight against the military. Moreover, they are all elites in the family, even if they really fight, They may not suffer.

Enduring the humiliation of the ancestors of the previous generation, everyone in the Mohist family took the attitude of dying to death, facing the military, and the war was arrogant and arrogant!

"Smelly girls, today I am Mo Ling Dong Chen, will definitely let you pay for their own words and deeds."

Ink Ling Dongchen holds a long sword, light and shadow, and rises to the ground. The slim figure is like a fairy. In the blink of an eye, it is Yang Yunhao.

"Good!"

Yang Yunqi is also a sip, a green slash, and countless years in the world. As a genius of the military, it is definitely not weaker than Moling Dongchen. The strength of both people is between the late emperors and they are all rare. The genius that I saw, the gods and soldiers fell, and the battle between Mo Lingdong Chen and Yang Yunqi was also attracting everyone’s attention.

"What are you doing, kill me!"

The soldiers of the military screamed and went straight to the rest of the Mohist family. This battle is not just a battle between them.

Moyu Qiancheng roared, as the ancestor of the Mohist family, he was duty-bound, this time he returned to Nantong Shenzhou, this is what he wants to be his own name, but now he has not yet reached the Moh, it is the insult of the soldiers, three times and four times. Can the Mohist people remain calm?

Qinglan cuts across the Qiankun, as a rare genius disciple of the military, Yang Yunqi is also a talented, and a battle with Mo Lingdong Chen, two people are cast to the extreme, from the sky to the underground, above the mountains, between the green water, It is their battlefield.

The power of the two women is even more unparalleled. The kind of gas field that kills the fruit is not as good as the man.

"Dong Chen, be careful!"

Mo Yu Qiancheng reminds Mo Ling Dongchen that his granddaughter is more eager than himself. Over the years, as a Mohist genius, he has risen and surpassed everyone, and has become the first person of the Mohist family.

Mo Ling Dong Chen slightly decapitated, advancing and retreating, and the battle with Yang Yunqi, but also highlight her unique domineering.

Yang Yunqi is also not an easy-to-follow generation. It rises among the ranks of the ranks. It is one of the most powerful masters of the military. He is obsessed with the battlefield of the military, commanding numerous disciples of the military, and the wind of the women, is a sigh, all low eyebrows.

The fight between Mo Ling Dong Chen and Yang Yunqi, the needle tip to Mai Mang, no one has had a moment of slack, a little careless, it may be ridiculous.

Although there are not many disciples of the Mohist family, they are all winners of the elite. In the late period of the Emperor's reign, there are five masters of the world, and the rest are elite disciples in the door.

The arrogance of the arrogant is more than the number of people, and Yang Yunqi’s domineering, when it is connected with the Moh’s short soldiers, is irreversible, and the light and shadow are filled with the sky, the sword and the sword, the sound of screaming, the enduring, the sound of shouting, the earthquake Breaking the sky, this battle, dozens of gods and kings are intertwined together, the kind of tragic and imaginable, the war is continuous, the mountains are covered, the clouds are covered, the wind is raging.

"Ink attack technique, Tian Xuan nine turn!"

Ink Lingdong Chen Jian vibrates, invisible and shadowless, falling down, Yang Yunqi twisted the green scorpion cut, the momentum is not reduced, wide open.

"蛟龙动!"

As the road approached, the two men were close again, and the soldiers and soldiers were intertwined, and they were all continually shaken away, half a catty.

Mo Ling Dong Chen and Yang Yunqi, almost no stagnation, the impact of two people, has become a beautiful landscape, this time.

"It seems that this Mohist is really a master."

Jiang Chen looked at this horrible battle. After 30,000 miles, no one was spared. The landslides broke down, the ancient woods burned, and the sky collapsed.

The battle between the mighty gods can not be avoided, the mammoth situation.

The strength of Mo Ling Dongchen is also quite strong. The land of the Emperor's emperor in the late days of Datong is generally the same as that of the Mohist branch of the Mohist family. It seems that Moling Dongchen has suffered a lot during these years.

However, the battle between Mo Ling Dongchen and Yang Yunqi is quite fierce. The young scorpion shears in the hands of Yang Yunqi are also unsuccessful. Together with their great momentum, in their own territory, can they still let the Mexican family go unpunished? ?