"call out--"

The blood was flying, and Yang Jie directly lit Wen San's right shoulder with one finger. The flesh and blood rolled around his shoulder, and the blood flowed like tap water that was not worth money.

Yang Jie was not having a good time, so he was hit by the other party with a palm, vomiting blood and flying backwards.

"Boy, you!"

Wen San covered his injured arm with a gloomy face. Unexpectedly, Yang Jie, who was already poisoned, could still traumatize him.

"Happy, keep going!"

Yang Jie used the Mosaichi Sword as his stick to support himself, wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and bloodthirsty madness emanated from his eyes.

"You are looking for death!"

Wen San was furious, with green light lingering on his palms, and a series of sharp attacks on Yang Jie.

"Good come!"

Yang Jie angrily rebuked and rushed towards the other party.

The Mosaichi Bone Sword, the Six-Meridian Divine Finger, and the Crazy Fire Seven Star Palm were used alternately, and they were bombarded with Wen San again and again.

The entire third floor of the Never Sleeping Bar was instantly swept across the ground by the spiritual power soaring into the sky.

Wen Yanqing and the other two were so scared that they quickly retreated, looking at the two people in the battle vortex, their expressions changed continuously.

Wen San could still suppress Yang Jie's attack at first, but as time passed by minute by minute, Wen San became more and more frightened as he fought. Both sides could punch dozens of punches every second.

With his fist in his flesh, Yang Jie actually gave up any defense and relied on his immortal golden body to resist the opponent's attack. You slap me and I slap you back.

Wen Sanyi was a little dissatisfied when he saw this scene at first, thinking that Yang Jie was seeking death. After all, Yang Jie was poisoned, so how could he fight hard against him?!

But with a series of bombardment, Wen San became more and more frightened.

Every time Yang Jie was beaten by himself, he vomited black blood, but he persisted with just a trace of tenacious will.

"Take pain, please feel free, fight again!"

Yang Jie roared continuously and rushed towards Wen San.

Wen San looked at the madness in Yang Jie's eyes and couldn't help but shudder. The word "madman" appeared in his mind.

Will normal people fight in this way of self-damaging 800 people and hurting one thousand enemies?!

How desperate is this?!

Yang Jie didn't want to be killed, but Wen San still wanted to face the golden sword light that was swung, Wen San did not dare to continue to attack, turned the attack into defense and flashed to one side.

"snort!"

Yang Jie was prepared for a long time. When he saw the other party dodging, he held the hilt of the sword at the same time with both hands, and swept across the thousand troops and slashed towards the other party again.

"call out--"

The sword light flashed past Wen San's body.

"!"

Wen San suffered a lot and launched a fierce attack again, hitting Yang Jie's chest with a palm, trying to use attack as a defense and force Yang Jie to defend.

"Good come!"

Unfortunately, his wishful thinking did not play any role. Yang Jie never thought of dodging the opponent's attack. The green light flowed between the middle finger of the index finger of his right hand, and a blow to the Six-Meridian God pointed at the opponent's point.

"Bang--"

Wen San's palm wind directly smashed Yang Jie back again, and blood squirted wildly.

However, Wen San was not easy to live. His chest was guided by the six meridians, and blood was flowing, looking very embarrassed.

"you……"

Wen San covered his chest that was penetrated by the six meridians and divine fingers, his legs became weak, and he fell to the ground with one knee.

"Ahem—"

Yang Jie stood up again at this time, coughed up two mouthfuls of black blood without saying anything nonsense, and flames lingered in his palm, and a blow to the Seven Stars of the Fire Palm hit the other party.

The phantom of the fire dragon soared into the sky and blasted towards Wen San.

"!" Wen San looked at the fire dragon rushing towards him, his face changed slightly, and he quickly protected his hands on his chest.

Even so, the fire dragon was still blown by the fire dragon and flew backwards, smashing heavily on the wall, leaving a big hole on the wall.

"Crazy Fire Seven Star Palm——"

Seeing this, Yang Jie waved his palm again, and another fire dragon soared into the sky.

“…”

Wen San was about to struggle to crawl out of the pit when he saw the fire dragon rushing towards him again, his face changed again, and he quickly protected his chest with both hands again.

Yang Jie had no intention of stopping, and suddenly inserted the Mosaichio Bone Sword on the ground. At the same time, flames lingered in the palms of both hands, waving the Seven Stars of the Crazy Fire to the extreme, and fire dragons smashed towards Wen San in the big pit.

Beating the dog in the water!

In just a moment, Yang Jie killed more than a dozen fire dragons, and there were one or two six-mechanical divine fingers mixed in between.

In an instant, the flames flew, bringing up smoke and sand all over the sky.

“Ahhhh——”

Wen San could have resisted it with his hands, but in the face of Yang Jie's crazy bombardment, he soon couldn't hold on and a series of screams came from the pit.

Wen Yanqing and the other two changed their faces and quickly looked into the pit. They saw that there were blazing flames burning in the pit at this moment, and they could not see anything happening inside.

Time passed by minute by minute...

I don’t know how long it took, but there was no echo in the pit.

Yang Jie shot out several other fire seven-star palms in succession, his face turned pale again, and with a wow sound, he spit out a mouthful of black blood, and quickly held the Mosaichi Bone Sword in one hand to support himself from falling down.

"!"

Everyone turned around and looked into the pit, but they saw that there was a mess in the pit at this moment, and there was no trace of the figure?

Seeing this scene, everyone took a deep breath. When they reached their level, they could not be too clean, and one or two lives were ordinary.

This can be seen from the fact that Wen Jiajia could shoot Yang Jie with an expressionless face.

But they had never seen such a crazy murder, and they were directly bombarded, and even the bones were not left behind. Wen San, the number one master of the Wen family, was killed!

...

After killing Wen San, Yang Jie turned around slowly, wiped off the black blood from the corner of his mouth, and said lightly: "What other trump card should I use it!"

As soon as his words fell, Yang Jie was soaring all over his body, holding the Mosaichi Sword in one hand, like an unparalleled God of War.

Looking at the smile at the corner of Yang Jie's mouth, Wen Yanqing shivered and murmured to himself: "You...how could you be fine? You should be poisoned..."

"Haha, you're right. I'm indeed poisonous, but guess what, can I kill you before the poisonous gas attacks my heart?" Yang Jie's smile increased a little.

"..." Wen Yanqing and the other two were all shivering and their hearts fell to the bottom in an instant.

Originally, they carefully planned and believed that they could put Yang Jie to death without any mistakes.

But now, they are wandering around the gates of hell. The killing god will wave his sickle at any time to harvest their lives...

Yang Jie ignored everyone's surprise and his eyes fixed on Shi Xiang.

"Mu...Brother Mu Yi, we didn't have any grudges before, right? I was deceived by these two brothers and sisters before, so I would attack you..." Shi Xiang saw that the situation was not good, so he took a step back, looking like I was also a victim.

"Is that right?" Yang Jie smiled.

"That's right, Brother Mu Yi, let me go. I promise I won't be an enemy of you. Whether you slept or not, Wen Jiajia is not my business..." Shi Xiang quickly expressed his opinion.

"call out--"

Yang Jie didn't say anything, his right index finger and middle finger was filled with green light, and a six-mechanical god pointed at the other party's eyebrows.

Shi Xiang is not a cultivator, so it is impossible not to dodge this finger. He felt a flash in front of him, and a blood hole was opened on his head. Until he died, the guy's eyes were wide open, his eyes full of disbelief.

Originally, Shi Xiang suddenly turned against him, and Wen Jiajia and Wen Yanqing both looked ashen.

But the next moment, Shi Xiang's body was lying in front of them so coldly, and this scene made the two of them gasp.

However, Yang Jie still looked calm and he disdained his fictional talent like Shi Xiang at all. He immediately turned around and looked at the two brothers and sisters of the Wen family, "What trump card do you have? Use it!"

Wen Yanqing's face was pale and he took a few steps back, not daring to look directly at Yang Jie.

On the contrary, Wen Jiajia, who has always given Yang Jie a simple and innocent impression, now had a gloomy smile on the corner of her mouth and said, "There is another trump card, that is Xu Mengxue. If you dare to act rashly, I promise that Xu Mengxue will die, it is ugly! Maybe tomorrow the news will report that a naked actress' body was found in a garbage dump!"

"..." Yang Jie's face changed slightly. Looking at Wen Jiajia's appearance at this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of cold hair standing upside down.

This woman was hiding too deeply. Under the naive shell, she actually hid such a dark side.

But at this moment, Yang Jie suddenly laughed, "Is this your last killing move?"
Chapter completed!