Ye Mo looked at the person who was talking to him. He was less than forty years old and his face was a little sallow. He was holding a long knife with a strange style in his hand. His hair was not long, but it was black and shiny, which was extremely asymmetrical to his sallow face.

This person's skills should be much higher than Hu Qiu. Although he is not as strong as Wu, he should be no less than Zhang Jue.

Ye Mo did not expect that the Ye family would have such a master. According to his previous experience, this person should have been an ancient martial arts practitioner in the late stage of the Yellow-level. If Ye Mo was still in the second level of Qi training, he would definitely leave immediately without thinking. Not to mention carrying Ye Ling on his back, even if he faced this person alone, he would not dare to say that he would retreat unstoppably.

But at this time, Ye Mo had already practiced Qi for three levels, and Wu Qiang could not hold on to twenty moves under him. Ye Mo, a guy who was stronger than Wu, would not care even more.

When Ye Mo was still wondering if he was going to kill him, the long sword in this man's hand had already slashed directly towards Ye Mo's waist with a sharp roar, without any hesitation or pause. He looked like he wanted to cut Ye Mo in half with one knife.

Although it was just one knife, it was more than a dozen blades that caught my eye. Ye Mo sighed inwardly that even Hu Qiu's whip was so amazing, it was quite different from this man's long sword.

The speed and changes of this sword are indeed rare. Being able to play the long sword like this, except for skillful skills and martial arts, you will definitely not be able to play without the support of internal strength. Ye Mo knew that his sword was not about cutting himself in half, but about cutting his legs.

This man should have seen his move just now, so he judged that he could dodge his move, and then his killer took a knife with one move behind him. Since his sword had not yet been exhausted, his whole body had almost turned to the lower plate, and the man began to squat down slowly. Ye Mo had already seen these subtle changes. No matter where Ye Mo landed, as long as he was within three meters of his radius, his legs would not be able to be kept.

Of course, if he couldn't even avoid his first sword, he would be cut in half. It seemed that he was still a little confident in Ye Mo, hoping that Ye Mo could avoid the first sword and then be cut off under his second sword.

Ye Mo sneered. It was really not challenging to confront an opponent that was several levels higher than him. The opponent's every move was as expected.

Although he was carrying Ye Ling on his back, Ye Mo's waist twisted slightly, and the long sword shadow that turned into dozens of afterimages had been avoided by him.

Sure enough, the waxy man saw Ye Mo avoiding his long sword, and was not surprised but happy. The long sword in his hand turned into a rolling arc without any pause. Under the slightly yellow light, the sword was like silver leaking, covering the ground in a radius of two meters.

He showed a sneer on the corner of his mouth. No matter how powerful Ye Mo was, as long as he landed, he could definitely cut Ye Mo's legs off.

Ye Mo could not land without falling to the ground, even if he was carrying Ye Ling on his back, he could use the wind control technique and floated several feet away. But he landed on the ground, but when his feet fell to the ground, the silver all over the ground disappeared, and only a long sword happened to be trampled under his feet by him.

The waxy man's face, which had originally sneered, immediately frozen. He never thought that someone could crack his "frost blade all over the ground" in such an unimaginable way.

In shock, the man immediately reacted and snatched the long knife in his hand, and he wanted to pull the long knife out of Ye Mo's soles.

Ye Mo felt an extremely powerful force coming, and he said "Huh" and was about to increase the force. The long sword had already broken into two pieces with a "crack". The waxy man held half of the hilt in his hand without hesitation. The hilt had turned into a shadow and directly hit Ye Mo's lower abdomen. He himself was following closely behind the hilt, and his hands turned into several hand shadows to attack Ye Mo's chest.

Ye Mo did not expect that this man was not only good at making the knife, but his boxing skills were also good.

At this time, the hilt of the knife was approaching Ye Mo's lower abdomen. Ye Mo raised his foot and kicked the hilt away with one kick. The single fist had already met the man's fist shadow.

"Bang bang..." Several sounds of fist wind and palm collision.

With a "click", Ye Mo did not hold back at all. He sealed the man's fist shadow as fast as possible, and at the same time broke his two wrists.

The man took a few steps back, his pale face turned pale, and the pain of his wrist being twisted by Ye Mo could not hide his shock. Although he was in the late stage of the yellow level, even the peak yellow level master might not beat him. However, the young man who was much smaller than him easily broke his "frost blade all over the ground" without saying that he was still completely sealing his fist shadow under the impact of him, and even twisting his wrist.

This is the first time since he debuted that he has met such a master. He is so capable, why haven’t he heard of it in the Hidden Sect? He and him were defeated in less than ten moves.

Ye Mo looked at the yellow-faced man coldly and said, "Did you just want to cut off my legs or do you want to cut off one of my legs?"

Ye Mo really couldn't make it, because the man opposite the move had already received and received it from the heart. If Ye Mo hadn't stepped on his knife and turned into another person, the man could really do whatever he wanted.

"I just want to cut off your left leg." The man's sallow and white face had already covered his sweat.

"Very good, I'll give it to you again." After Ye Mo said, the half-cut knife on the sole of his foot had been kicked out by him, turning into a white line, which was faster than the knife the man had slashed at Ye Mo just now.

A "puff" sound, or if you don't pay attention, you won't even hear it.

The man realized that when his left leg was cut off directly by the broken blade, Ye Mo had disappeared in front of him. He looked at the place where Ye Mo disappeared in horror. It was not until the bloodstains on the broken leg that he remembered to stop the bleeding.

The knife was just kicked out by the man at will, and it cut off his legs as neatly as cutting tofu. Who is he? Who is he? He is so terrifying and powerful. He wants to destroy the Ye family. He doesn't want to talk about him, even if there are a few people, he is not a match for this person. In the city, he actually met such a master. This waxy man could no longer help but feel frightened and trembled.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" A young man in his twenties hurried over at this time and held the shaky and wrinkled man with a shaky face.

The waxy man breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the young man coming and said immediately: "My wrist is also broken. Now you immediately pick up my broken leg and carry me away from here. The further you go, the better. Quickly, leave now."

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"Twenty or thirty people, plus Huang Yue, why haven't the people brought them yet? Ask in, go and have a look." Ye Beirong had calmed down at this time. No matter who the young man who broke the gate of the ancestral hall was, after asking clearly, he still wanted to kill him. The Ye family was not a person who came and left as soon as he wanted to come.

"No, I'm here." A cold voice sounded at the door.

Ye Beirong suddenly stood up and looked at Ye Mo with some disbelief. Ye Mo's appearance was obviously not captured. After a while, he realized, "Why did you come in? Where are Huang Yue and the others?"

"Didn't you let me in? Are you talking about the yellow face with a long knife? I cut his feet and broke his wrist and is now rescued." Ye Mo glanced at Ye Beirong coldly before saying.

"What?" Ye Beirong's mind buzzed. No one knew Huang Yue's ability, and he could not know much. This man actually said that he had cut off his leg. How powerful should this young man be? Why did he still look familiar?

Of course Ye Long also knew Huang Yue's power. Now he didn't believe it when Ye Mo said this. But soon someone rushed in and reported what happened outside in his ear. Ye Long's face changed immediately when he looked at Ye Mo. The person who could chop Huang Yue's legs was definitely a person from the Hidden Sect.

Of course, Ye Beirong also heard the report from the visitor, with a solemn expression in his eyes, and immediately whispered: "Report it now."

"Brother, why are you here again?" Ye Ling looked at the conference hall with some fear. She was sentenced to death here in the morning and had to be beaten for three days, so when she came to this room, she felt a natural sense of fear.

"Who are you? You dare to be so arrogant. Don't you know that this is the Ye family? Ye Ling, you actually colluded with outsiders to come to the Ye family to play wild." Ye Wenqi had already seen his father's dissatisfaction, so he called out first.

Ye Mo glanced at Ye Wenqi indifferently, "You are deaf, and you didn't hear Ye Ling call me brother. I am Ye Mo, but I am not from your Ye family."

Of course, Ye Mo would not admit that he was from the Ye family. Regardless of whether he was Ye Wentian's biological child or not, he was not from the Ye family.

"Are you Ye Mo?" Ye Long also stood up and stared at Ye Mo with surprise. He finally understood why Ye Mo killed Song Shaowen of the Song family and was fine. With his ability to cut off Huang Yue's legs, it was too simple to kill a few people in the Song family before escaping. The Song family did not move him, but did not dare to move him. It seemed that his information was far worse than that of the Song family.

Of course, Ye Beirong could understand what Ye Long could understand. He could not have imagined that Ye Mo had grown to such a level.

Ye Beirong calmed down again at this time, suppressing his inner shock. He sat down, looked at Ye Mo and said, "Since you are Ye Mo and are also from the Ye family, why should you kick the gate of the Ye family's ancestral hall?"

"Dad, I have really tested Ye Mo's blood in the hospital. He is not from the Ye family at all." Ye Wenqi said immediately at this time.

"Stop." Ye Beirong looked at Ye Wenqi and scolded.

Ye Mo sneered, "Of course I'm not from the Ye family. You don't need to remind you. I have never regarded myself as a member of the Ye family. Today I stay here and haven't left yet, so I want to collect some accounts. Who beat Ye Ling yesterday, stand up for me, otherwise don't blame me for killing them all. I, Ye Mo, did what I said."

(The third update is asking for monthly votes, which is only 50 or 60 votes from the previous one. If you can help Lao Wu, please help Lao Wu. What does the first three taste like? Lao Wu doesn’t know, so he really wants to break this...)

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