He Has a Dragon

"Meng Ba Yuan of the Xiaoyao Sect is actually dead, and he was killed by a strong middle-level Nascent Soul master who was one level lower in cultivation."

"In battles at the same level, it is often difficult to kill the opponent, but Wang Le not only defeated Meng Ba Yuan in the late Nascent Soul stage across levels, but also went one step further to kill the opponent. It is really incredible."

"If the news of Meng Bayuan's death on the Black Sea is sent back, it will definitely cause a sensation in the entire Dongsheng China. After all, he died in the hands of Wang Le, who is one level lower in cultivation."

"Wang Le is such a monster! Now he is already so powerful in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. Given time, his future will be limitless!"

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The exclamations and emotions on the Yinkun ship about Wang Le's killing of Meng Bayuan suddenly fell silent when the other party fell from the sky and returned to the ship.

At this time, the countless eyes on the boat that looked at Wang Le either openly or covertly no longer had the doubts and contempt they had earlier, and all of them became awe, fear, and deep fear.

After all, the young man in front of him was the killer who had fought all the way from Dada City to the depths of the Black Sea.

Whether it was Ge Shibao, the Yuanying elder of the Huntian Sect, or the extremely arrogant late Yuanying strongman Meng Bayuan just now, they have now become the dead souls under Wang Le's hands.

The strong monks on the ship who had witnessed this scene would not even dare to provoke this young monster who looked harmless, but was actually moody and murderous!

While everyone was watching with awe, Wang Le, who was standing in the corridor on the third floor of the Yinkun, looked towards the endless void in the distance, his black and white eyes became particularly deep.

At this time, the storm on the Black Sea had stopped, and Haoyue, who had been hiding deep in the clouds, was finally willing to come out to see people.

Wang Le, who thought for a moment, finally used his powerful calmness to pull himself out of the killing state and regained his sanity.

Otherwise, Wang Le, who is in a killing state, will inevitably go to a distant battlefield under impulse and kill the two late Nascent Soul masters who are fighting there!

"They are not good things anyway. I hope they die together!"

Wang Le couldn't help but think in his heart.

Because after a little analysis, we know that the two late Yuanying masters who are fighting must be the late Nascent Soul masters who are with Mengba Yuan, and the late Nascent Soul elders of the Huntian Sect.

For Wang Le, anyone who blocks his plan to go to Middle-earth is an enemy.

There is no doubt that these two parties are Wang Le's enemies.

It is precisely because of this that Wang Le sincerely hopes that both sides of the war will not return to the Yinkun.

At this moment, Sui Ruxue, who came out of the room, looked at Wang Le in the corridor and asked with concern: "Brother Wang, are you okay? Are you injured?"

Wang Le turned around and looked at Sui Ruxue and the Yunhu Imperial Master who followed him. He smiled slightly and said, "Although Meng Bayuan is powerful, he can't hurt me."

Sui Ruxue breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's good that you're not injured. After all, I have to rely on you, Brother Wang, to support me in the coming days!"

Obviously, Sui Ruxue clearly realized that although Meng Bayuan of Xiaoyao Sect had died, it did not mean that the Yinkun was safe.

At this time, I saw the face of Imperial Master Yunhu was full of joy, and he said to Wang Le with a smile in a relaxed tone: "Today's battle allows me to finally have a peaceful sleep."

"Sleep peacefully?" Wang Le looked at Yunhu Imperial Master with a half-smile but said, "Let's talk about it after tonight!"

"Oh?" Imperial Master Yunhu heard something in Wang Le's words and couldn't help but asked softly: "Little friend, could there be any other variables..."

Just in the middle of speaking, Wang Le's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly turned around to look at the void at the end of the sky.

In less than five seconds, all the monks on board the Yinkun, including Imperial Master Yunhu, heard a violent roar from the end of the horizon.

Then I saw two extremely dazzling light groups, one red and one purple, chasing each other and flying straight towards the Silver Kun!

Wang Le looked at the person coming from the horizon, and couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly. He immediately recognized the blood-red escaping light flying in front of him. It was the late Nascent Soul elder of the Huntian Sect on the Silver Kun.

The purple escape light following behind was most likely with Meng Bayuan of the Xiaoyao Sect.

At this moment, I heard disciples of the Huntian Sect on board the Yinkun, shouting in panic: "Elder Tingxie is injured, hurry up and meet the enemy!"

The moment he finished speaking, he heard the other party suddenly scream in agony.

At this moment, the screams were like a signal, followed by the entire Yinkun, from top to bottom, there were shouting and fighting sounds everywhere.

Even on the third floor where Wang Le, the killer, was located, shouts of fighting could be heard from many rooms.

Sui Ruxue was suddenly startled and couldn't help but glance at the corridors to the left and right. Figures kept flashing through her sight.

But these people all tacitly avoided Sui Ruxue's side.

This made Sui Ruxue subconsciously look at Wang Le, who was standing in front of the railing and looking at the unmoving Wang Le in the distance.

In an instant, Sui Ruxue's panicked heart calmed down again.

Because she knew that as long as the man in front of her was around, no one would dare to approach the one-third of an acre of land where the three of them were!

Faced with such a chaotic situation, Wang Le ordered without looking back: "Master, take Miss Ruxue back to the house first!"

Imperial Master Yunhu nodded in agreement without hesitation, then pulled Sui Ruxue out of the corridor and into the house, closing the door tightly!

When the master and apprentice entered the house, they saw Wang Le standing in the corridor disappearing out of thin air.

Then Wang Le appeared in each room along the corridor like a ghost.

Boom boom boom——

Ahhhh——

Puff puff puff puff——

………

The roar of heavy blows, the desperate screams before death, and the sound of blood spurting out are all different.

These are all echoed one after another as Wang Le continuously enters and exits the room, as if playing a symphony of massacre.

The rooms that Wang Le entered were all guests traveling to Middle-earth on the Silver Kun.

"Thank you, Brother Wang, for saving your life!"

"I thought I was dead due to the black dragon ant poison in my body, but I didn't expect that Xiaoyou Wang would draw his sword to help. I'm so grateful!"

"Brother Wang, I, Yuan, owe you my life!"

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The monks who were rescued by Wang Le from the butcher's knife chased out the door one after another. They looked at Wang Le who was still going in and out of the room and was busy killing people, and shouted loudly and gratefully.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Le killed the entire third floor and then went to other floors to continue rescuing the guests.

Because Wang Le didn't want to think that in the end, there were only three guests left on the Yinkun ship, namely him and the master and apprentice of the Yunhu Kingdom.