Ye Dun glanced behind her eyes.

Two miles away from Ye's family, it is impossible to escape safely. This war seems inevitable.

"Ye Dun, you were not as good as I, but now you are still injured, I advise you to give up resistance and avoid the suffering of flesh and skin." Lin Wukou disdained it, but he was cautious.

Faced with Ye Dun's genius, he also has a lot of pressure.

"If you want to fight, where's so much nonsense?"

Ye Du ran the Eight Waste Prisoners'Sky Fingers, pointing to a graceful arc in the night sky.

This is enough to kill the seven-day master of common martial arts....