Ulan whispered: "Ye Lingtian, save them!"

Ye Lingtian ignored Ulan's trembling begging, but just turned his eyes to Murong Wenlong's face, and a faint sarcasm appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Murrong Wenlong, I thought you would understand me when you die, but unfortunately you still Stupid, I, Ye Lingtian, don’t do anything to let the tiger go back to the mountain.”

The next second, he slapped Wulan on the neck, and the latter fainted instantly. Ye Lingtian shouted coldly as he hugged the woman: "Kill!"

Murong Wenlong is like a trapped beast in a desperate situation. He knows that he is finished. Even if he is willing to give up his dignity and surrender, he will not be able to escape the fate of death. Since that's the case, let's make the final dying struggle, even if he dies. Some heroes are going to die, and they are going to die like a king.

He shouted wildly as if he was cheering himself up: "Let the formation! Fight to the death!"

Murong Wenlong ordered the remaining warriors to fight to the death, just like a hedgehog spreading all the spikes. You can kill me or even dismember me, but you will also have to pay a heavy price.

But Ye Lingtian's eyes were full of contempt, just like an adult watching the child playing with mud and sand. Then, he turned his head and looked at the four swordsmen with indifferent faces, and issued an order in a cold voice: "Kill them! Take Murong Wenlong cut off his head! Remember, cut off his head!"

Platinum four bites his lips slightly and hesitates, but eventually rushed up.

Murong Wenlong was once a martial arts powerhouse, but his pampering life has completely lost his former style over the years. How could those strong men under his command resist the attacks of the four swordsmen?

Ye Lingtian has never taken action. It’s not that he doesn’t want to do it, but that he is worried that once the four swordsmen see, it will be very unfavorable to him. After all, he doesn’t know whether these four guys are really protecting him.

If he was sleeping at night, he would lose a lot. He asked the four swordsmen to rush forward, so that their hands would be covered with more blood and there was no way out.

The four swordsmen made a move like lightning. The four long swords cooperated with the tacitly to overturn the grassland warriors. Wherever they passed, blood splattered in a mess. The bloody smell spread again and spread like mountains of corpses, and the miserable moans of some dying people. y is floating in the night sky, the winner is decided,

There were fewer and fewer people in front of Murong Wenlong, and his hands holding the hostage trembled slightly.

"Brother, we found someone who said it was Murong Wenlong's younger brother."

While Ye Lingtian was waiting for the final victory, Jiang Zhantian and two others ran over. He leaned into Ye Lingtian's ear and muttered: "He wants to see you, he said he has a priceless treasure in his hand, and he is willing to give it to him. You who saved his life, he is willing to surrender,"

Ye Lingtian frowned: "Baby? What baby?"

"Mengwang Jade Seal!"

The wind and rain are heavy! Jiang Zhantian knew that the jade seal of King Meng was a priceless treasure left by Genghis Khan.
Chapter completed!