"Nine swords return to the yuan!" With Yuan Ye's drinking, the remaining strength in his body, except for those who fled for their lives, was the nine swords of gold wood fusion. This one was ten golden green swords flying out.

"whoosh..."

with a series of bloody voices, the elites of the butcher family were slaughtered, except for a few top ranked ones.

as like as two peas, you are a wolf slaughterer.

"wheeze!" Suddenly, a sword pierced the heart of a middle-aged man. At the same time, Yuan Ye's sneering voice came.

"bang!" When Yuan Ye kicked the man who was losing his vitality, he started the three pole...